The mask.

25.

Sunday is a heaven-like day of the week full of busyness. Rama chose to run small from dawn, in addition to maintaining health, he was also looking to move his body.

Rama stopped running at the top of the hilly road as the sun was about to rise, the young man looked at the sun slowly revealing its rays. He was silent for quite a long time at the same, staring ahead with a blank look. Rama as if not here, his mind drifted far away arranging the various possibilities of the future that must be lived.

Rama rubbed his face rough, he sighed while closing his eyes. This is the result of his actions, he should not be too accustomed to his life. He is too lulled in affection that should not belong to him. He wanted to stop, but he doubted he could move forward without looking back. He's tied up too deeply with his role, he doesn't want it to end. However, he also did not know what would happen in the future. My grandmother could have known, like her grandfather had gone first. Or maybe Andi regains his memory, even the shadow of his own past becomes one of the threats that his identity will be revealed.

"What should I do?" with mixed thoughts.

"You can leave this world quietly?!" a voice was accompanied by a disdainful laugh from behind.

Rama opened his eyes. Ahh, bullies will still continue to be bullies. "So, you guys started acting, eh?" rama turned around casually.

"One, two, three ..., hmm, there were about ten people apparently. Let's play for a minute?!" rama's eyes turned sharp, no longer a warm young man who used to smile sweetly at his grandmother or friend. Now he is transformed as the nameless in a short time.

"Jeez, you guys wanna go to college or fight? I'm too busy if I have to listen to your rant done?!" rama said he was careless, he could not wait to return, but he was surrounded by thugs who wanted to sell soy sauce before the jotos.

"Damn it, kill this breng'sek?!" Rama was surrounded in the middle, surrounded by enemies who were ready to beat him. There were even those carrying weapons to take down the young man.

"What's the Poncho sending you?" no one answered, all beware of the movement of Rama. They were required to be extra careful in the presence of this young man.

Rama shrugged his shoulders indifferently." It doesn't matter if you want to stay silent, then stay silent until the end?!" Rama gave up, launched fists and kicks. He couldn't get hurt, so he gave up those who carried weapons first.

"Let's get this over with in no time?!" unbalanced fights that occurred in just a few minutes, Rama reaped absolute victory. His opponent was on average sprawled and fainted, many of them also had broken bones. Rama did not care, he had to go home quickly so as not to make the grandmother wait. They always had breakfast together, so just blame the bad luck of these people who confronted him.

Rama pulled the collar of one of his violent victims, he even patted the person's cheeks heartlessly. "Oi, oi, wake up! Tell Ponco not to bother me anymore, or ... does he know for himself what the consequences are?!" Rama cleaned his hands as if he had just caught a germ. He waltzed leisurely leaving behind the people he had just beaten.