THE MAFIA OF LAW
SECTION 012'S
“Ya, sure. Maybe I just need a reflexology massage for my back.”
“Sound you all!” firmly Christ on the ten thugs. “If you still want to be in this place, then you should do as I tell you, and I will let you stay here.
If not, you can leave this place. The choice is in your hands. You guys want to work with me, or you're gonna be a bum thug.”
Asep crawled and knelt at Christ's feet. Holding her bruised cheeks and lips.
“Im sorry, Boss. Please don't throw us out. We have no other place to live than here. Me and my fruit will promise to be faithful to you,” said Asep memelas.
Although only the head of the village thugs, he still had a sense of responsibility on all his men.
“Well, good choice, Sep!” Christ snapped a finger. Thumbs up on Asep. “Try you said something like this from the beginning, maybe you and your men won't be like belur.”
Asep looked down lethargic.
“From now on, you and all your men should do as he says.” Christ pointed at Gun who was standing next to him. “He is Thunder, my personal assistant and Manager.”
“Ready, Boss!” Asep stood up and bowed in front of Christ.
“All of you, Stand up! Greet our new Master.”
The nine men of Asep immediately stood in unison and saluted Christ.
“Starting today, I'll be your sister, Manager Gun.” Asep bowed back to Thunder.
“Wah, what the hell is this?” Thunder ilfil on Asep who immediately pretended to be close to him.
“Welcome to Bekasi, Mr Christ and Manager Gun!”
Asep cheered up his hands.
Christ just sat sweetly on the sofa and grimaced at the behavior of the village thugs.
***
Not far from the location of the Christ building, there is a simple house that is also used as a photo studio by the owner.
It was also seen Yuli who was walking lethargicly. He pulled out a big suitcase and carried a backpack, then walked into the studio.
TOK! “Excuse me!” Yulie knocked on the door.
“Ya, please enter.” A man in his 50s was focused on cleaning up some furniture and wiping away the photos emblazoned on his little studio.
Yuli smiled slightly back knocking on the door. TOK.
“Jeez, it was you, son.” The man grinned widely. He is Yuli's father. “What is Lawyer Yuli doing to this place? Can I help you?” Yuli's father was making small talk.
“What are you doing?” ask Yuli. He brought the suitcase into the studio and placed it in a fairly narrow living room.
“Tak. I just do the same thing every day. Opening a studio and cleaning displays and photo orders from several customers,” replied The Father.
Yuli is an orphan. He only lived with his father in that fairly simple residence. His mother had died since he was still studying Law.
While studying higher education, Yuli is among the students who have the highest grades, so she got a full scholarship from the government while studying.
This made his father very proud of Yuli. With his job as a photographer and a small studio owner, he will not be able to afford the very expensive tuition of Yuli.
Since her mother died, Yuli has always lived independently, and never troubled her father at all. He knew that his father's income would not be enough to finance his education.
