Santri Famiglia's

Mafia Rasa Thugs Village

"Ngapunten, Kulo mboten saged nyaguhi puniko terms."

(Sorry, I can't qualify.)

The fierce-faced men laughed at Sanum's refusal. They boisterous themselves, degrading Sanum. I don't know since when some of them started listening to the conversation Sanum and the caretaker.

"You are free. Mbasan dikeki free. Piye ta?"

(So ask for free. Once given free even do not want. How the hell?)

"Sanes mekaten., but syaratipun mboten is worth it."

(It's not so. But the conditions are not worth it.)

No sane person would want to sacrifice a living one just for a corpse. The offer sounds ridiculous to Sanum. As a child, he must be devoted. He had to properly take care of his father's body.

However, Sanum knew that a body no longer needed earthly service. Except more to heavenly service. If he cannot get help to take care of his father's body, then he will take care of it himself. He was sure that it would not change his status to that of an ungodly child. His heart decision was unanimous.

Sukun secretly held back his arrogance for failing to influence Sanum. The woman was the first customer that was hard to conquer.

Sukun membuAng cigarette butts and then moved to sit next to Sanubari. He curled Sanubari and raised the boy's head.

"Opo gunane duwe son of the devil but ora iso ngasilne?"

(What's the point of having a child of the devil but not producing?)

Sukun looked at the boy's eyes sharply. His thumb and fingers tightly blocked Sanu bari's cheeks. The boy was in pain too.

"My son sat the son of Satan. Culno!"

(My son is not a child of the devil. Release him!)

Sanum stripped off his chauffeur. He felt no need to respect the man who tried to harm his son. Sanum attempted to release the arms of the man flanking Sanubari's neck. However, Sukun's energy is too strong for Sanum.

Feeling unable to stand it, Sanubari also stepped on Sukun's foot as hard as he could. Sanubari hoped that the action could free him from Sukun's decapitation.

"ARGHH!" the spontaneous chanting of Sukun encouraged Sanubari.

"God." Sanubari who hit his mother was holding his cheek. His cheek feels sore due to nail scratches Sukun. Fresh blood came out from his wound.

"Based on a brat!" yelling Sukun who wants to hit Sanubari.

However, his movements came to a halt as the whole room simultaneously said, "Welcome, Chairman Jin!"

Everyone except Rudy, Sanum, Sanubari and Sukun knelt in reverence. They lowered their heads without daring to raise their heads before they were welcome.

Meanwhile, Sukun who was once powerful suddenly became like a mouse gripped by a cat. He no longer paid attention to Sanum's company. The figure who had just entered the room now seized his full attention.

"Chairman Jin? What is it that you visit our humble cottage?"

Suddenly Sukun switched from Javanese to Indonesian. In panic he stood up. His mind was filled with fear. He understood very well that he would be in trouble if a high-ranking chief like Jin met a small graveyard mafia level village thugs like the group under him.

Sanubari still did not understand why the atmosphere suddenly calmed down. Rudy whispers to Sanum to take him away to take advantage of the opportunity. Sanum forwarded the message to Sanubari.

Sanubari who was at the very back accidentally bumped into one of the men in a black jacket standing. He was too busy observing the surrounding conditions to not pay too much attention to his steps.

"Sorry" Sanubari said, following her mother.

The eyes of the man who was hit by Sanubari continued to follow the direction of his departure. Until finally he opened his mouth which had been locked tightly.

"Who's the kid?"

"What's taking care of that kid? Let them go. The boy was only a child who was famous as the son of the jinn in this village. We can be unlucky if we linger with him," explained Sukun with a groggy smile.

"Jinn's son?" Jin stared intently at Sukun.

Sukun who felt the pressure from the gaze immediately straightened the ambiguity of his phrase. "I mean the son of a supernatural being called a genie. Not your son-Chairman Jin. He was born without a father. The color of the iris of his eyes is also not like the locals so the residents expect it as a drip of dedemit."

Jin coldly responded, "I don't believe in such mystical things."

"Rather than just standing, why don't we talk while making coffee just relax? Come on please Chairman Jin!" Sukun held out his hand to the empty chair previously occupied by Sanum.

"You stand! Go back to your activities! You can stay in this room but don't be crowded!"

Jin took off the two bags of swords that were slung on his shoulder. Black bag containing jian (double-edged sword). While the blue Dongker bag contains a katana (one-eyed sword). He handed the weapon to the two men who accompanied him and sat down.

"Hey Bald, get me a snack and make some drinks for Chairman Jin!" Sukun Order.

The Bald invited his colleagues to carry out the decree of Sukun. While Sukun tried to get along with Jin. However, Sukun's efforts were not at all responded by Jin. Without further ado, Jin immediately offended Sukun's mistake.

"I heard you raised the price of graveyard land but reduced the deposit to the top."

"That's ...."

Sukun's nerves are getting stiff. He cannot evade. Lying is the same as suicide. Even being frank cannot grant forgiveness easily. His position went wrong.

"You think a corrupt in his own organization is acceptable in the underworld? The darkness of the underworld will still not be able to hide your mistakes. Dirty souls like you should be eradicated. Say it! You want to be sanctified by being stabbed or cut?"

The threat made Sukun sweat cold. His face immediately turned deathly pale. With a trembling body, Sukun prostrated himself on the table.

"Punish me, Chief! I promise I will give you all the shortcomings and will not repeat, "please Sukun.

"This is the third time I've warned you directly. The decision of the center is final." Jin standing. He extended his left hand to his men and continued to say, "Bas!"

His son Bas took out a sword from a black sword bag. The sword was given to Jin.

The younger man from Sukun pulled the sword from its sheath. Sukun intended to run away when he heard the sound of the sword being plucked. But late. The sword with two sharp sides had first split its bones and heart before it could react.

Jin pulled out the sword and gave it back to Bas. "Clean!" his word was flat and then ordered to Sukun's men.

"You guys, bury your chief's body!" He pointed to Sukun's body in a prostration position while looking at the hordes of men gathered in the carom table area. "You can ask for the most expensive rates from his family and you can split evenly without the need to cut for deposits. This time, this permission was granted. Use it!" he continued smiling kindly.

At the same time, Bas pulled out a tissue from behind his black jacket. He sat cross-legged wiping the sword. Then take a small bottle from another pocket. Spraying liquid from the bottle onto the sword blade until wet. After that, it was wiped once again with a tissue. Once finished, the sword is then put back into the sheath.

"Hey, you!" Jin went to the crowd. "Whoever one of you does anyone know about that green-eyed child?"