The Beautiful Cheating

Meet the Goons

I just got to Risha's place. And immediately I was greeted warmly by a dull-skinned girl and dressed in urgency. Yeah, Risha's a punk. But I love her so much, because I was so touched when she told me her life story.

He said he was an orphan from the age of six and was cared for by his aunt. But after turning seventeen, he was about to be sold to a place of residence*woman. Luckily he managed to escape and met one of the punk members on the street. Then, he joined and now he was already the leader in his group.

"Ohina! Ah, I missed you so much!" risha hugged me tightly. The unpleasant smell of Risha's body was common to me. I stick to the principle of not discriminating friends, no matter what the situation.

"Yes, me too" I replied, then took off our arms.

"What about your problem?" ask me not to mince words.

It was seen Risha sighing harshly and the look on her face turned sad.

"I'm accused of stealing an expensive cell phone belonging to a market thug, Sei. In fact, I did not steal at all," said Risha.

"Then?" I'm still listening to the continuation of the story so I can understand, the core of the problem.

"I had to return her lost phone, then take the option of being taken to the police station or paying a fine,"

I jerked my breath rudely hearing Risha's words. Money is again a problem. Almost every month I have to make money for my bad friend.

"All right, take me to that guy. I will try to negotiate," I concluded.

Long story short, Risha and I set out for the market that became the place of the thug who was meant by Risha, by riding an angkot.

There was a fear that lingered in my mind when I remembered the person I was about to face was a thug.

And actually, I also felt that there was something strange about Risha. He's the head punk, but why would solving a problem like this just have to call me? Aren't his men many and they're all hard-working?

Moments later, the angkot we were riding stopped in front of the traditional market, not far from the location of the barrel of Risha and his friends. After I paid for the transportation services, I immediately followed Risha's footsteps who had left me just like that.

Right in a narrow alley at the back of the market, there were about five people I thought they were the goons.

"Gee, it's finally coming to you, boy!" exclaimed one of the gondrong-haired thugs.

"Bang, this is the friend who will be responsible for my mistakes,"

Deg.

I felt blown into the wind ******pair* upon hearing Risha's statement.

"I mean you, I'm in charge?" I still don't believe it.

"Yes, Sei. Who else is it?" decak Risha is.

"But I don't have any money right now, Rish. And also, I was just helping. Not responsible" I protested.

I was silent for a moment. After that, I approached the gondrong-haired thug. Then I said. "How much should Risha pay, Bang?" ketus.

"Twenty million. You got money, huh?" ask him in a mocking tone.

"Give me three days, then I'll pay my best friend's fine immediately" I bargained for negotiation.

The five thugs looked to be discussing. And next, the heaviest and blackest thug came up to me, and said. "Okay, three days. I'll rotate your best friend if you lie," said the thug sarcastically and with emphasis.

Nyaliku ciut for a moment. Cold sweat slid freely out of my forehead. I just nodded in agreement to the deal that had been made. However, I can't bear it until Risha gets spun by slovenly people like them. Yes ... although Risha herself is a little slovenly, anyway.

But no, he's my best friend. Although I was upset, I loved him.

After the bargaining was done, I took Risha straight home. But before, I drove Risha first.

During the journey, I did not get tired of giving enlightenment to my best friend.

"Please, this is the last time you do it. I don't want to know, anyway if until you act again, I don't want to help you. You have troubled me enough. If it's just energy, okay. But if it's always with money, my salary is mediocre, Sha. For my needs, for the rations of Father and Anin, not to pay for every problem you make. I'm tired, Sha," I almost cried. Risha looked at me pushyly, I don't know what made her such a fool with me.

Is it because he's not sincerely friends with me, or because he's tired of me talking.

"Twenty million, Sha. Where's my money, huh? Anyway, you have to join the effort to find half the money. If you can't, it's up to you. Understood?" my words gave a little firmness to Risha who was looking down sharply while playing her fingers.

"You don't know what I'm doing, Sei? I'm just saying, ten million dollars from where? People ... a day only get fifty thousand money, that's the maximum. If you owe, who believes? I'm just a punk, Sei .. no one will believe me," said Risha to make me full. My weakness is not being able to see people in trouble.

I breathed a rough breath. A moment later, I stared fixedly at Risha.

"Then pray I succeed. I'll try to minjam money to Juragan Ali," at a glance I saw the look of Risha's face sparkling, just a glance after that he was like putting on a sad face again.

"You sure?" tanyanya returned my gaze.

"Just pray for me."

Angkot stopped, I stared at Risha's back who had just come down from the angkot and of course, I paid the money for her angkot services.

"Why, I feel that you are not sincere with me. I saw your face sparkle when I said I was going to borrow money from the boss Ali. Instead of being anxious, you are happy that I will be in danger." I looked up at my face, to prevent tears from flowing at the end of my eyes.

Ali Suprapto, commonly called Juragan Ali. He is the owner of rice, oil, and sugar warehouse which is quite good has entered the number five largest in Jakarta. He was fifty-five years old and had four wives, as well as seven children. He is famous for his arrogance and charm.

The second to fourth wives he got from the results of his cheating to the bottom man. Some are because they can not pay the debt, some do carelessness while working in the warehouse, and some are indeed eyeing the treasure. His first wife suffered a stroke and just sat in a wheelchair.

I was determined to borrow money from him and strengthen my resolve for the sake of my best friend. Whatever the outcome, what matters is that I try, right?

If I borrow it from Orland Mart, I don't dare. Because it is said, the owner of Orland Mart is stingy. I've been gutless if the rumors that are circulating are like that.