Santri Famiglia's

Acting

"Remove your sharp objects! I don't want this Son of Satan to die because of your carelessness" Aldin said with a happy smile.

Hope will soon be realized. Sanubari will soon feel the suffering he has endured so far. That's his only wish. He did not want Sanubari's death. Because death will only relieve suffering according to Aldin.

Gollocks removed from Sanubari's neck. Two people flank him. They arrested Sanubari so he could not fight back.

"We meet again, Sanu? Remember this?"

Aldin unfolds the pimes. The flat object looked sharp and shiny.

Sanubari rather pangling to see the young man close one eye in front of him. Then, he recalled the event that made him drop out of school for the first time, an accident in the back garden of the school.

"Aldin's?"

One name came out of Sanubari's mouth. He feels Dejavu. Scenes like this became daily food for him as a child.

"You should feel what I felt a few years ago! Ready feel?" Aldin grinned.

"Can't we just make peace? It's already passed. After all, the accident back then was due to accident."

Sanubari stared intently at the sharp object in Aldin's hand. If that thing were to be cut to him, then he would dodge. Sanubari has absolutely no need to rely on people who intend to hurt him. After all, what happened to Aldin in the past was not entirely his fault. So, Sanubari felt no need to take responsibility for anything.

"Peace what you say?" Aldin chuckled, "Maybe, it's possible that one eye might be missing."

Just then, a stone as big as a fist struck Aldin's temple. He groans. Blood flowing.

"Surge, Gentlemen! We want to pass. Don't hang out on the street!"

Everyone looked at the man who spoke. That's Renji. He throws stones from the left hand to the right, then up, and back into the hands like a clown playing three balls. Sai and Abrizar join in.

Sanubari. He snatched the pimes from Aldin. He was the enemy of that childhood.

Clashes are inevitable. Renji throws the remaining three stones at the two men who blocked Sanubari and the gun-wielding man. Firearms fall. The man groaned, holding the wrists that were grievously crushed in stone.

They took up arms. Sai deftly snatched one after another, then threw into the gate. Abrizar beat them unconscious.

Aldin against Sanubari. Every blow that was dealt by him was successfully avoided. Then, Sanubari locked Aldin's movements from behind. Aldin's hand.

Watching his comrades being defeated one by one, Aldin was shocked. Winning five times as much does not make him win. Three foreign men and the object of his confinement during elementary school stood without a single scrap.

"Let's fix our relationship! Can't we be normal friends? Really, I don't want to hurt you" Sanubari said.

"Why should I be friends with a demon child like you?"

Aldin smiled wryly. There was a sense of trembling in the chest knowing the condition had turned around.

"It was just a misunderstanding. I am not a child of Satan. I have a father, and my father is a man."

"You want me to help you beat him up, Sanu?" Renji punched a fist into the left palm.

"no need. It's an old friend." Sanubari.

Renji raised next to the eyebrows. "What kind of friend would kill his own friend?"

Sanubari releases Aldin. However, he remained on standby.

Aldin ran the bar without a word. He was angry, upset that Sanubari had always been better than him from then on. Aldin.

Sanubari not chasing. He just stared at his departure until it turned the corner. Aldin's comrades were left behind.

Renji and the others are not willing to waste energy to move them. He also forbade Sanubari to do so.

"Let them go away by themselves! If it's still brainy, I'm sure they know enough to not riot again after waking up" he said.

That afternoon, the car was left outside. They walk into the residential area. At night, just after Isha, Abrizar, Renji, and Sanubari prepare.

Relying on childhood memories, Sanubari drives Renji to the grave caretaker's house. Renji drives the car. The car plate has been replaced before leaving. They will negotiate with the highest leadership of the funeral service provider.

"About being close to King, he was arbitrarily acting disrespectful towards the elder. If only I had risen in rank, I would have taken Jin songong, kept on bottle-keeping to be Jin bottle, Wongso said.

Dumping one card in the hand, then take one card with a picture of the heart that is discarded by other players. Guys who sit around him or stand playing the bilyard, or do other things laugh.

The soundproof room was crowded. Its location right next to the cemetery in fact does not make them daunted to visit. Not infrequently, they hang out until midnight or even stay overnight until morning.

"Again with the boss! That powerful jinn should be taught manners."

"If necessary, Bosses who replace King."

,"Just use the shaman, boss!"

"really. Pellet him so he'll be the same boss."

They chuckled, continuing to make Jin as a joke. That's something they don't dare to do when in front of the person directly. That's one way Wongso improved his mood.

Jin's presence always made him depressed. Like it or not, he must be respectful and humble in front of Jin if he wants to be safe. However, when the man was not in sight, Wongso did not hesitate to ridicule him.

Until finally, the doorbell rang. Wongso told one of his men to open the door.

The moment the door opened, one man immediately bounced bloodied. The loud thud made everyone aghast. Suddenly, they looked at the floundering body of life.

A man walked slowly from behind the door. The two swords in his hands had come out of the scabbard. Instantly, they were choked. The man they were talking about was in their midst.

Those people immediately put all the objects in each other's hands. They kneel. While those who are still able to speak up call for a welcome.

"Welcome, Chairman Jin!"

The welcomed smile was slanted. "Thank you for your last greetings."

They're confused. Their hearts were pounding.

Wongso ventured to his feet, asking, "What does that mean, Chairman Jin? Why did the Chief come and kill one of us? Did the boy act without our knowledge?"

Both of his palms were suddenly wet. Unlevel nervousness ambushes the minds of all people. They did not want to be in that place, but were too guts to ask permission to leave the room.

"This is your last night. Please speak as much as possible while your voices have not been silenced for good!"

Instantly after hearing a reply from Jin, a loud jolt seemed to have just occurred to their hearts. The men raised their heads, staring at Jin who deliberately gave time leniency.

"But what's our fault?" stuttering Wongso asked, his knees drowned in horror.

A dim yellowish light illuminated Jin's smile. It added to the glory of the scene before their eyes. Jin's head turned slowly, staring at Wongso.

"Your time is up. The power here will be handed over to others. And you Wongso, I'll give you a chance to watch this ghost-delivery show. You're the last person I'm gonna bring. Be patient waiting for your turn!"

Jin pointed at Wongso with a sword blade. Obviously, it's not a good offer. Wongso had little extra time to breathe oxygen.

The smile that was supposed to bring happiness, now spread fear when the one who did it was Jin. Wongso's men prostrated themselves. They ask forgiveness for the man who will soon be an angel of death.

One stroke swung, one man stopped breathing. Blood flowed from his neck in a prostrate position. Wongso looked up.

"Dragon! Let no one escape!" Jin held out a sword at Bas who was following.

The man received one of Jin's swords. He's standing next to the door.