Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
The day that awaited has finally arrived, Herman and Joko are already in place, doing the things that were planned and in action.
Herman returned to the car again like yesterday, with a quick time without taking Mira with him.
“What else is the problem Herman?”
“Mira is sick can not serve he said.”
“Badly, surely they have done something that harmed Mira until Mira was sick!” Joko is angry and wants to break through the door guarded by two large tall men on her left right.
Herman pulled Joko's hand roughly “Don't be crazy you, we could be doomed and our plan could be ruined!”
“Bodo time, Mira is already dying inside, there's no way I'm just standing by and waiting like a fool here.”
“Joko, don't be like this, we will further harm Mira.”
“I don't care even if my life is at stake.” Joko runs towards the entrance, Herman can not prevent and immediately leave Joko, not blocking him because he is still aware he can not fight against two guards on the left right of the entrance.
“I want to enter!”
“Sorry your master is forbidden to enter.”
“Why can't I enter?”
“Sorry our master just ran a task.”
Joko rampaged, forcing her way inside by hitting the doormen.
Buuk, a crushing blow hit the stomach of the left guard who is now holding his stomach which is shocked by the blow from Joko.
Buuk, one more blow hit the left guard's lip, hit the target but did not bleed, the right guard was already preparing with his horses after seeing Joko's treatment on his co-workers. Not staying silent, the two guards who had been practicing martial arts for many years then attacked Joko simultaneously from different directions but did not interfere with each other's movements.
Buuk, one hit on Joko's temple and spit out a little blood, it was thanks to a punch from the left guard who took revenge, but Joko still could avoid the blow from the right guard.
The three men traded punches and kicks, two punches from the guards were reciprocated with one back kick by Joko, the kick was not so strong, but hit both opponents. The guards fell two steps back.
Joko who also has martial skills has been preparing for his movements since yesterday while waiting for tonight, he repeated what he had learned while in Mount Salak a few years ago with a friend who has now become a silat athlete with foreign opponents.
Joko again tried to get into the room, but the two guards had not really lost, only fell down a little. Now they no longer attack simultaneously but alternately, if one retreats then the other will quickly replace it to make Joko's power immediately reduced.
Joko re-installed his horses that began to falter due to the pounding of the left guard whose body was bigger than Joko. Right left his fist continued to hit the part of Joko's body that he could not cover. The punch from the front, top, left right continued to linger until a single blow hit the tip of his lips that increasingly bleed.
Joko took three steps back and took her intermittent breathing. He noticed his opponent, it seemed that these two guards only controlled a punch or fist, from earlier Joko did not see his legs go up to kick his body.
Joko galloped towards the two guards who were ready for Joko's attack, he turned his half-floating body with his right foot forward giving a back kick to both opponents who looked shocked at the attack given by Joko. Because Joko had clenched his hands like he wanted to punch, but from a distance that was not expected by the two guards, Joko had raised his feet towards their faces.
The burly guard did not fall back just one step, and tried to attack Joko again, but not to mention the distance expected to hit Joko, joko's kick has landed back in one of the stomachs of the guard, five times the kick bertubi was able to make the right guard fall from his body that stood.
Seeing Joko who was close to him, the left guard who was unceremoniously stale again threw a punch from his right hand, but unfortunately Joko had thought it would happen, he managed to hold it with his right hand. It did not take long to punch from the left hand of the guard who had been clenched since last finally managed to reach Joko's stomach, making him two inches into the air.
“You always make trouble for Joko! Feel this.” After the sentence was finished being spoken, dozens of punches landed all over Joko's body without exception.
“For the last time so that you do not take us lightly yes, you will always remember it,” Buuk one quite hard kick about *******Joko, etc, he finally let out a tear from the immeasurable pain, making him want to faint on the spot.
Aaaaaa “Remember!” joko said before he completely fainted and was dumped in the trash not far from where they were fighting.
That night Mira was not saved, even with Joko he was unconscious and no one helped him to open his eyes because Herman had slept well with his wife's child at home.
Life is full of risks, but no matter how much risk is taken depends on the choice of each human being. Herman chose the low risk, because indeed his love for Mira was only limited to friends not feelings like Joko, who had, that was why he was a little more sane than the crazy Joko because of his love for that rose-scented woman.
The news of the fight finally reached Mak Cik's ears, he regretted the choice of his guard to throw Joko away. Though he can be tortured more cruelly, or at least taken first his valuable items such as luxury clocks that he wears, and of course a thick wallet that fills his pocket.
“I don't know how much he loves Mira and I don't care, but the woman he's looking for can't leave this place that quickly. He has made a lot of money for me, his income a week is like a month's income for another prostitute.”
The guards and servants who had been massaging Mak Cik's fat body just nodded their heads without asking or answering Mak Cik's words.
“Tightening room Mira, this weekend there is a big boss from abroad who will come to visit our place, make sure Mira no longer receives guests this week. I want him healed and fit for his best service.”
“Good Mak Cik.”
“Then why is it still there? Want to see me naked? Back to guard and clean your wounds.”
The guards came out in a hurry from the room and left only Mak Cik with his masseuse.
“I'd love to change my hair color, about what color have I never tried ya Rika?”
“But Mak Cik just changed hair color a month ago.”
“Then? You want to set me up? Or want to be fired?”
“The orange color has never been Mak Cik," the servant sambat Mak Cik with a feeling of fear of being fired.
“Besides?”
“White also never.”
“Which is more suitable?”
“Both suit you Mak Cik.”
“I said more.”
“White.”
“Alright, tomorrow you prepare everything, at 12 noon before lunch.”
“Good Mak Cik.”
