Null Existence
8. Before the Dawn to Pick Up
The ringing sound of the phone echoed in the dim room, only a beam of light from outside that slightly penetrated from behind the curtain that was not closed perfectly. The athletic arm scavenged lazily on the floor on the side of his thin foam mattress, after several experiments, the phone lying was successfully reached. Still half-awake, Rangga picked up his phone,
“Bang Rangga hunted here, your car bang..” shouted a panic sound at the end of the phone. Rangga opened his eyes and observed the name of the caller on the phone screen, Rudi.
Instantly Rangga's consciousness recovered and jumped up from the mattress. He rechecked Whatsapp messages from Rudi, a short video insert, recorded from the Minimarket CCTV monitor.
Rangga's eyes widened when the video was loaded and showed a group of people had opened the curtains of his office car cover, and began to pierce the side door a little, then laughed in a crowd.
Without a second thought he ran out of the room and down the narrow central balcony that split the row of rooms on the 3rd floor, then jumped and hung onto the 2nd floor balcony railing then plunged to the bottom floor.
He easily jumped over and climbed the two-meter-high fence at the gate, then ran down the street barefoot. As it got closer to the patrol post next to the Minimarket at the end of the road, it appeared that a group of people surrounded his office car.
As seen in the video, the closing curtains were already exposed and they smeared his left door further. Rangga stopped his run for a moment and turned to the left, the situation was still quite quiet, he dropped his gaze on the short iron in the post that is commonly used as a patrol.
The gang laughed in a trance when one of his friends made a new scratch on the metallic blue paint. Rangga counts at least 8 people, two people even carry a large machete, but there are also empty-handed or just strangling a bottle of drink.
“Let mamp*s\, know the taste of this gobl*k. Maen-maen same me!” yelled Kodri who was among them\, now bandaged his cotton nose and his lips swollen jontor.
“Add, addin ..” yells another.
Rudi and his friends just watch from within the Minimarket, they themselves fear that this anarchist act will spread to their store. However, then his eyes caught the figure of Rangga who was already grasping a large brick in both hands.
“Gue add bonus bang,” the thug who had been patting the car door got up, then tried to lower his shabby jeans. Their laughter is going crazy.
Brak!!
The jet skinny body just collapsed onto the car door, both pants were half sagging, blood was seeping from the sunburned dark hair, some were splashing on the white brick next to it.
Rudi and his co-workers quickly closed and locked the doors of their Minimarket outlets.
The horde was aghast, then the second brick floated equally swift. One more person collapsed with a molten jaw and teeth falling out. Kodri who realized the fierce figure of Rangga did not stop feeling faint as well.
Including with Kodri, the total number of people still standing is eight. One of those with grey hair spontaneously jumped over a trench between the street, where Rangga was located and the Minimarket courtyard.
Rangga stared at the rough strokes on the door of his office car, at least more than a dozen lines counted, plus a streak of red pilox paint in the form of ‘bir’ that resembled a painting of children.
The shadow of the dismissal was reflected in his mind again, not to mention if he had to be responsible for cleaning the scars and amateur vandalism, which means replacing the new car paint completely.
Money from where else to pay for this compensation he thought, while gripping the leg that launched a kick at him, and flapping the foot of his attacker's footrest.
the Kribo fell down with one leg hanging up, then screamed as loudly as Rangga slammed hard into the shoulder blade and broke the collar.
Rangga turned towards the rest of the horde that moved towards him, breathing the cold air of the morning, rounding off the intention to make these village thugs pay for their deeds.
They are seven now and Rangga is alone, but at all undaunted, their number means nothing. Moreover, they are just amateurs who win the amount.
He was tested against ten adults and professionals, in a dark room, when his muscles were much smaller, his posture was squeaky and his height was 15cm lower than it is today.
He was only sixteen years old that day, two years after his recruitment into the Grass Root Program. His inaugural test that day was to fight his tenth finish.
Focus on all your senses, not on how many techniques you master…
A loud sound through the loudspeaker in the dark room echoed in Rangga's mind. He flexibly convoluted and repelled, dodged and kept his distance from the three thugs who tried to gang up on him at the same time. Calm and measured.
Steady beach like a Rock….
Rangga parried with both of his sturdy wrists, replying with a swift kick to all three of their heads. They lurched, one even turning in the air first, Rangga grabbed the iron fist that had been tucked behind him.
But move like Water.Without form, without Appearance.
As the flood Rangga stormed the remaining four, stripping the two thugs who were joking with a hard barrage of iron to the wrist and along the arms of the two in a single rhythm of combination.
Fill up the space or break it down...
Moving step towards two more people with empty hands, sneaking like water through rocks, with the steps of the horses light. Launching alternating vital attacks to their ribs and knees, both collapsed and reflexively held the parts, as if it was able to reduce the impact of the impact of the iron bar on Rangga's hand.
Kodri who initially felt on the wind, now can only see the seven colleagues beaten within 3 minutes. The original intention to help is now extinct ciut.
Rudi and his three friends are now watching and recording.
The joking thugs who were still standing again tried to come to Rangga, now with their bare hands. The small iron in Rangga's hand shot out instantly and hit the forehead of one of them.
The one person left now looks hesitant as his partner collapses with a leaking head with a fluttering echo. Rangga stomped his feet, the Thug gasped.
“Lo advanced, or I advanced, or lo go home aja.” Rangga command. His eyes were sharp.
Never show mercy…
Stubborn, Rangga.
The solid palms and elbows are synergistic like a soft dance motion but effective in disrupting the attacks that come, with space around the chest that is open, Rangga launched the ultimate style.
Thirty high-speed melee fists lodged in his opponent's chest, pounding hard even until his target collapsed on the cold asphalt. The opponent seems choked and has difficulty breathing, drooping under Rangga who is in a straddling position ready to release the final blow to the head.
It's not finished until your opponent dies…
Shouts at the loudspeaker. The squeaky boy now grabbed from behind the back of the opponent's blonde hair that was almost twice that size, no hatred, or anger, or resentment in his eyes.
Then calmly slicing the bayonet the throat of the blond hair who was wide in shock, and his body was just like that. His last opponent was writhing a piece of blood with blood spurting from his slashed throat.
The sunken boy gripped the blood-soaked Bayonet, then wiped the tip of the still-dripping blade with a thin white shirt full of bloodstains. Ten adult corpses with blonde and brown hair were clearly scattered in the corner of the room when the lights were fully lit.
Congratulations on your graduation Jagawana…
Speak on the loudspeaker, then silence later. The squeaky boy walked over his scattering quarry towards the door at the end of the room that was no longer locked, he threw it away quietly with the blood-soaked Bayonet.
The quiet and bright room faded and turned into a cold street ahead of dawn. The streets began to fill with empty morning traffic. The sound of the adhan shubuh is echoed in the mosque speakers.
Rangga stepped over his opponent and walked towards his office car, he tried to regain control of himself, casting a shadow on his mind.
“My name is Rangga!” muttered.
Kodri, who had been at the end of the road, was only silent when Rangga gentian grabbed his shirt.
“Lo take go temen-temen lo now, whatever the way how..” said Rangga while glancing at his victims who were mostly heavily injured.
“Minimarket same people here village has nothing to do with it. Tell your boss lo, or whoever your plotters are, your problems are my same,” he continued. Kodri resigned only until Rangga released his grip.
He then checked the members of his group one by one, trying to help those who could still stand.
***
Rangga rubbed the parts of the car described in it, the shadow of the money that needs to be issued appeared again. Not to mention the obligation to pay next semester which is only a matter of weeks.
He smiled wryly thinking about the fate of his college. An empty caravan passed through the streets behind him.
The half-disclosed cover is now fully removed and folded back, assisted by Rudi and colleagues. Left behind a little blood spot on the lower left door, Rudi offered Rangga to help clean up, but soon he refused hard.
“If the one who was dead, you can take it with you. Let alone, so if for example the Police come and ask, a makeshift story exists.” Rangga orders while turning to CCTV Minimarket.
Hearing the word Police made the faces of Rudi's other colleagues turn wry.
“Don't be afraid, there is evidence of your CCTV video, the business is just me,” Rangga assured them.
“Gue instead is not afraid of the same problem Police bang, but their hordes. I am afraid you why-why, or until geger merekanyariin to Kampung,” said Rudi.
Apes once it feels this weekend, Inner Rangga. I hope that Rudi's worries don't come true. He now thought of the problems that could arise to his neighbors around him.
“But maybe not, Rud. Kayaknye anyway, it's a horde of market thugs in the day of doang, sometimes like to restlessari at once, it's to the area of orang” one colleague Rudi refuted. He offered hot coffee with a cup to Rangga.
“Iye, it's the Batako I've thrown at the market markir,” timpal others.
“Well, iye tuh boy two kemane earlier that leaked?” ask Rudi.
“Kabur die, whose mouth is flat that carries a motornye bonceng whose palm is leaking. Udeh was half conscious it was kayaknye,”
“Lagian lo jago also Bang, severe.” said Rudi.
“Iye Bang, kayak in Ip Man movie that is, average all,” other timpal.
“Ah, caga. Regularly,” reply Rangga, smile short.
“Ngeredah aja this you, Bang Rangga, if I am already unplug dah,”
“Eh, lu mah emang basicnye cemen, dikejer gukguk aje fuzzy lu,” timpal Rudi.
“Ye namanye also dijer, run away I, said I told koprol?”
The four of them laughed in unison as Angkot, who had been empty, was now full and turned past them towards the main road. Kodri who sat on the front bench chose not to look back at Rangga Cs, while the injured in the rear cabin piled up just like that.
Rangga had just realized that himself was just a t-shirt and boxer pants, barefoot.
Before the crowd passed by, he decided to run home immediately.
"Well, die kaganyadar from earlier only use color?" chirps Rudi.
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