
Two days after the duel between Bram and Munding.
Bram sat on the sofa feeling erratic in his special room at MinMaks headquarters. Since his defeat to Munding two days ago, many of the MinMaks members who fled, left without saying goodbye.
There is no resignation in the MinMaks Motorcycle Gang dictionary, only there is ejected or escape. But if a gang member ran away, the next time they were caught, they would feel the consequences.
Such was the doctrine made by Bram for his gang members.
However, the doctrine remains, from which originally more than a hundred members, both external and internal, now only not more than twenty people who survive to become members of MinMaks.
Bram sipped an alcoholic drink in front of him without using a glass, directly from the bottle. This was the lowest time of his life. She needs entertainment and the only thing that comes to mind is the sexy homeroom teacher, Santi Lofiani.
Like the last blow to his face, the beautiful teacher did not answer his phone and chat messages at all. Furious, Bram throws a bottle of drink at the wall in front of him.
The bottle became one of the umpteenth bottled drinks that Bram has become a victim today.
No Bram's men or Salome girl dared to enter this room to accompany Bram, including Ardi though. Ardi who should be the vice chairman of MinMaks and Bram's friend from a long time ago since Junior High.
Bram just stared blankly at the wall wet by the splashes of the undried drink and the broken glass bottles strewn across the floor.
“My gang members left me, Santi did not answer my phone call and I lost my position,” muttered Bram with a head that felt like a rupture and pain.
Bram sat face to face and looked at the ceiling of the room. He recalled the old days of Junior High when he was the son of a political party leader and was often bullied by his friends. They are often lashed and subjected to blows by them when they are upset.
The sad times he went through during the 1st and 2nd grades of Junior High. Until one day Bram met a man who ‘sakti’ and taught him martial arts. But the martial jutru was far from his expectations. Fists.
Bram called the man ‘guru’ and his teacher led him to slowly change and become a strong and invincible figure. He avenged all the friends who used to bully him and he ended up subverting his famous friend ‘holding their Junior High School. Since then, Bram has been slowly building up his army as his fighting skills increase.
Until the duel that happened two days ago. What he had been building slowly for these three years was suddenly like flying in the wind. Disappeared instantly.
Bram only lamented his fate alone on the sofa without anyone's company. Only alcoholic beverages were unceasingly flowing into his stomach.
A few hours later. Still in the same place.
“Saddening once,” suddenly heard the voice of someone male next to Bram.
Bram lifted his head and when he saw a middle-aged man wearing all-black clothes sitting on the sofa that Bram was sitting on, Bram was not angry at all, he ran and kissed the man's hand.
“Teacher,” said Bram while hugging his teacher.
If only MinMaks gang members had seen the current scene, they would have been shocked to death. Bram, their leader, was hugging someone and sobbing like a child.
The old man was speechless with a flat face expression, “I teach you boxing and recommend you to train to SeTan's closed gym because I used to see your potential.”
“But now what do I see, you think, my words were for your situation or for yourselves?” ask the man.
Bram was silent and lowered his head, this ‘guru’nya who had always guided him, starting from practicing boxing, starting from, break into the secret gym belonging to SeTan's classy gang and even step by step leads him to build his own gang, MinMaks.
But, when the Master asked his question just now, Bram realized that what is meant by ‘pathetic once’ by his Master is not the fate of Bram, but Bram himself. In his Master's eyes now, Bram was something pathetic, a failure.
Quickly Bram immediately knelt on the floor, “Teacher, I'm sorry. I promise I'll fix everything. Teach me to rebuild MinMaks. Please teach me to beat the new boy too,” whine Bram towards his Master.
“Already. You were here to mourn your failure. It's not easy to rebuild MinMaks. I will meet the new boy who defeated you,” replied the Master.
Shortly after, the Master suddenly disappeared from the sofa he was sitting on. Bram seems to have gotten used to seeing ‘dektian’ his teacher. There was only respect from the glare of his eyes, as if he was looking at a warrior from the past.
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“How?” ask a man sitting in his car and smoking his cigarette.
Next to the man, sat a much older man, he was the man who had been called ‘Guru’ by Bram. They were both sitting in a luxury sedan and were leaving the house that became the headquarters of the MinMaks gang.
“Si Bram may no longer be useful. You brat, lose just once but fall as if the world is collapsing. From the light of his eyes, he also did not seem to be intent on avenging his defeat from the new boy. His scarf's broken. Basic coward,” said the Master, if Bram is here and hear the results of the evaluation of people who are highly respected, maybe Bram immediately committed suicide.
“I want to meet the new kid who beat Bram. He has destroyed my pawn that I have been studying and waking up since 3 years ago,” muttered the Master.
The younger, well-dressed man in the shirt glanced briefly at the Master and shook his head, “if you can, don't touch the boy just yet. We're not sure what his relationship is with Broto Suseno of Kodam. The boy lived in his house but was treated like a maid. What I heard from my informant, most likely the strongest was that boy who became the bodyguard of his son Broto.”
“Bodyguard which actually acts high profile like this? Besides, I'm not afraid of Broto either. He's just a first-stage fighter. I can finish him in less than half a minute,” continued the Master with a condescending look.
The Perlente who was next to him only smiled when he saw the arrogance of the Master, “don't forget that there is Umar beside Broto for 24 hours.”
“If it is one-on-one, I may not be able to finish off Umar, but at least I will have no trouble defending myself or escaping,” replied the Master, “other story if Umar and Broto gang up on me.”
“Already. Let's just wait and see the little boys play the war after this, besides, I also want to see the new boy's abilities. You don't intend to make it your pawn? Replacing the Bram,” asked Si Perlente.
“No. He was too close to the military. I do not want to make the fatal mistake of taking the seeds of military upbringing to be my student,” muttered the Master.
“I agree with that. Okay, forget about this, I just got whatsapp. We usually go to the hotel first. They have prepared two virgin girls for us,” Si Perlente said with a small laugh.
The Master just stood still and stared out the window, at the passing vehicle next to their car.