RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 9
Praya City Central Lombok At 11:00 pm
Dozens of sangar-faced people greeted Rio's arrival excitedly, in an empty warehouse that was once used as a rice grinder by local residents. From the way they treated Rio, it was obvious how important the man was in the midst of their circle. They were all very disinclined and respectful towards Rio.
“You all know why I called here?!” ask Rio.
“Yes, we already know. But should we find a solution well?” said one of them.
Actually they were all followers of Yos, but they became followers of Rio since Yos was reportedly killed, involved in a shootout with the police of neighboring Malaysia.
“Every month, Yadi never late to pay our salaries. We are lucky, we can still depend on Yadi. If the business that is being run now is destroyed, then it is clear that we will become market thugs. Now prepare your gear and we move now!” rio's voice loudly echoed across every corner of the warehouse.
The vibration of the mobile phone in his pants pocket distracts Rio, he reaches into the front pocket of the pants looking for a mobile phone that is still vibrating lengthwise, signaling an incoming call. At first glance, Rio looked at the name on the screen of the phone that was already in his hand.
“Hallo..”.
It looked as though Rio was silent, listening to the words of someone who was talking nonstop from online over there.
“Okey, okay. We share the task. You get her done as soon as possible, she's the key to our problems, right now. If until he opens his mouth, the end of our history,” Rio's voice as if whispering, do not want his conversation known to others.
Yesterday Rio and Yadi had negotiated the incident the other day that caused 5 billion losses due to the work of Naufal's men. And tonight Yadi ordered Rio to deploy his men to attack Naufal's night gambling arena in response from Yadi.
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Some days do not contact family, colleagues and beloved lovers make Winda forget the time given by Yos.
Yos gave her only 1 hour to contact the family, but instead the girl contacted her lover, which was what made the fire of Yos anger burn, the heat burned the soul.
“I let you contact your family, not your girlfriend or your coworker!!” sergeant Yos.
As quickly as lightning, Yos snatched away the phone that was attached to the ear of the girl when he found out that she was not talking to her family.
“I just contact my coworkers.. also want to know the news of my girlfriend, no more than that anyway the phone is mine!!” replied Vinda loudly did not want to give up.
“You know for yourself, your life is now threatened. In my day and age, no one can be trusted!” snapped Yos.
Since Vinda knew Yos, this is the only time the girl witnessed Yos face when angry, “what did you say..? No one can be trusted? Excuse me. I trust my girlfriend more than you. My boyfriend from the family is fine, but you... are you a good person…? Don't overdo it.”
Really Winda objected when Yos said, ‘no one can be trusted’. Winda felt, Lukman's dignity was denigrated. The girl does not accept if the dignity of her future priest is denigrated by a recidivist.
“I'm not a good person,” Yos voice sounds slow. He held out the handphone of Winda who had been taken from the hands of the girl, “ini, take it. Just contact anyone you want to contact I have no right to deny you.”
Winda stared doubtfully, the phone extended to him. Yos put the cell phone on the table, right in front of the Vinda, when the girl did not welcome a message from Yos.
Yos stepped out of the house, leaving Winda looking confused.
If Yos leaves Winda, then the girl will ask for protection if the masked man suddenly comes when Yos is not next to him. Various assumptions and horrified shadows flashed in the mind of the Winda, but immediately pushed aside far away.
“Rather than me staying here, mending me call Lukman aja, tell pick me up,” Inner Winda.
Winda approached the door that was still wide open, he extended his neck to the left and right looking for the figure of Yos outside the house, but was not found. The girl's fingers were agile looking for Lukman's name in the contacts list of mobile phones.
Several times Winda pressed the name Lukman on the touchscreen phone, but empty. Lukman's phone number is currently inactive.
Winda breathed a rough breath, disposing of a plume of emptiness that was now beginning to be felt in the chest.
From outside the window of the house, a pair of eyes observed the movements of the Winda without the girl noticing. The gaze of a pair of sharp eyes pounced, waiting for the right time to act.
If Vinda dies in the house rented by Yos, then it will be Yos who will be the main suspect in the murder case that will be carried out soon. Engraved a cynical smile behind the mask.
The rather cloudy night weather indicates that it will rain, making the air in the living room of the house, feel blaring. Winda moved from his seat to the main door, wanting to get some fresh air. Winda's forehead seemed to be wrinkled thinking about what he should be doing, leaving the house or staying for a while?
“Tap!!”
For a moment, Winda did not know what was going on. It felt as if a palm was smothering his mouth strongly and violently. He struggled at will, but his attempt to escape failed. Because the nature of a woman is weaker than a man.
“Sstt.!” the unknown man straightened his index finger in front of his lips, the mask.
“I won't hurt you, as long as you answer my question honestly,” whispered the man in a voice that was deliberately pressed.
Just a nod of the head as a gesture of agreeing with the man's request, as the man's hand still smothered the Vinda's mouth violently.
Slowly the man removed his palm from the mouth of Vinda. A 30-centimeter-long knife ran across the girl's neck. If Winda does not answer the questions asked honestly or acts unexpectedly, then the knife is ready to take his life.
“Where is the item stored?”
“Whatever...what stuff, I don't know?” replied Linda, not understanding.
“Do not pretend to be stupid!” the man slightly pressed the knife that was on the neck of Vinda.
His neck was sore, there was a little red liquid melted wet the shirt making Winda ambush, “okey, okay, I'll just wipe tau.”
Listening to the words of Winda, the man again stretched his sharp shiny knife. He waited for the girl to continue speaking.
Just as Winda was about to open his mouth to speak, a loud bang hit the target at the base of the masked man's arm, making the knife in his grasp fall slammed.
Not yet had the masked man turned his head, but his temple bones were hit by a second blow until his body slammed backward.
Winda used the opportunity to escape from the clutches of the mysterious man. The girl ran over to Yos. The skin of the neck that was slightly scratched by the knife belonged to the unknown man, no longer ignored. Seeing the figure of Yos who had just come, as if seeing a ray of hope to continue to live.
Without looking at Winda, Yos held out a handkerchief, “ini, wipe the wound on your neck.”
Yos' footsteps retraced slowly toward the masked man who was already tightly grasping his shiny blade, preparing to attack. With quiet steps, Yos approached the man, his hands crossed behind his back.
Yos' head was bearded, he carved a smile, “his eyes are young, I love your high ambition. But it's a pity you're too careless.”
Without speaking, the masked man attacked Yos. 2 blades were bulldozed and pierced with a quick and balanced motion, it seems that the man was used to playing his knife, but Yos was not a balanced opponent for the mysterious man.
Yos's feet did not move in the slightest, his hands were still crossed behind his back, only body movements were used to evade the constant libasan and stabbing of the knife, without stopping.
A kick that Yos gifted, stopped at the base of the masked man's neck, causing him to fall backward. The masked man shook his head, relieving the dizziness from his opponent's kick. He had not given up, forced his body to rise and attack again, but a small blade in the shape of a tiger's claw swirled rapidly on Yos index finger. Without a second thought, the kerambit blade seemed to spin like a wheel on Yos' finger, quickly searching for a target.
“Ting... ting..!!”
Yos's scalloped knife scratched his opponent's wrist, causing the knife in the masked man's grip to fall to clink on the floor. Blood started to flow, dripping from the finger of the mysterious man, but his determination did not just break. Using only one hand he attacked Yos again.
Again, Yos broke the man's attack, this time his characteristic mask was split 2 by the sharpness of Yos's kerambit knife. But the unknown man quickly held the split mask so that his face would not be free, visible.
The masked man felt that Yos was not his opponent. Behind the mask he held because it had been split by a knife belonging to Yos, his eyes wildly revolved reviewing the escape path. If he does not escape from Josh, then not only his identity will be known, but the life and big dreams he is pursuing will be buried with his body.
The broken window panes broke. The glass window in the corner of the room is the only way to escape. The masked man was more willing to break down the closed window than to have to endure an unbalanced fight with Yos.
Actually Yos was quite tasteful to chase after the man, wanting to extract information from him, but given the slightly injured state of Vinda made Yos cancel his intentions. He was standing right in front of Winda, the girl was sitting hugging her knees, traumatized by the moment.
Highlight the eyes of Yos gazed at Winda, long ago. His anger towards the girl for disobeying orders not to contact anyone other than the family, just gone, erased by the concern of seeing the current state of Winda.
Yos reached out, “wake up. Let me treat the wound on your neck.”
Winda welcomed Yos' hand, but his tongue still felt stiff to speak. There was guilt in his heart, for it troubled Josh.
