The Oppressed Heir
Misfortune Saputra
"Duke! My Lord, Please behave!!" exclaims mysterious people who are running after a brown-haired young boy.
"What the hell are you all?! Don't chase just why?! I'm tired of running!" screamed the young man panicked to jump over the bridge in a small alley, then he opened the door of one of the houses.
Supeno, the rickshawman, the owner of the house, bengong saw that there was a big tall man handsome sangar entering the house while saying, "Sir, pass by!" exclaimed the Duke as he entered and directly climbed the stairs towards the attic.
"Ati-ati Tong's! I just finished the tile with mild steel!" supeno was upset.
"Where do you get money for light steel?" The Duke was apparently familiar with Supeno, momentarily stopping his run while frowning at Supeno suspiciously.
Supeno grinned, "Hehe. Juhari just sold a dong bike," Juhari was his son Supeno, a close friend of Saputra.
"Nying, the Juhari maling motor is not rhyming me," said the Duke
"Kalo ngajak elu mah who was unlucky only, lo bongsor body, from a far new Nawaetu aja directly caught wanting to malingin,"
"Eh sue really, gini-gini I'm handsome,"
"Ya sono is looking for a bank sales, why are you still in the day" Supeno grumbled.
"My Lord!!" the mysterious people. They're chasing after the Duke.
"Buset and bule-bule are not close dong!" duke the brown-haired young man exclaimed in panic.
"What the hell?" while frowning Supeno stretched his neck looking at the atmosphere outside his house that was rotting.
"Gue doesn't know who they are either! They say I'm royalty! Call my name Duke-duke what is it! I was being chased to go to his country!"
"Well, ati-ati kiss your trapiking!" Supeno panicked. This means Human Trafficking or human trafficking.
"I'm going to run away! I send your roof to the toll road above, roll the door with a rickshaw!" exclaims the Duke while going up to the Supeno closet and then shift the ceiling opening and go up.
"It's weird that you've been living since you got out of the garage?!" supeno.
Then the head of the young man nongol down a little, "Pak Peno, this is taneman what'an like cassava in the atep?"
"You don't have to do anything personal" Supeno grumbled, "It's not cassava!"
The Duke sneered sarcastically, "Yes cassava time, I also know times. Naughty you yes. Ketangkep don't take me!" close the ceiling while closing the ceiling.
"Have I helped you escape, don't know yourself!" swear Supeno while grabbing his Three Generation air rifle. Whether it can still be used to shoot or not, which is clearly everyday he uses to bang on the roof of his house when the rats began to crowded pargoy (Party Goyang).
"Where is he? The Duke of Northampton?" bule is tall and his nose is like a slide board into Supeno's house while looking down because the roof of his house is stuck to his head. (Translation: Mane the boy? Duke of North Hampton)
Duke is one of the noble titles of the European Kingdoms that adheres to the system of Constitutional Monarchy government, this title is a kind of Prince if in our country.)
"He climbed onto the atep shortcut to the highway above. You all don't follow me, if you don't want me Dor!" threaten Supeno while cocking his air rifle. Supeno actually did not understand what the Caucasians spoke because of differences in language, but yes he was only about. What else if not looking for the old man who broke into his hut house, right?
"He has a gun" murmured one of them. (Translation: He holds the bedil).
"Yes I know, I'm not blind," the front-most bully grumbled. (Translation: I know, bego, I'm not blind!)
"Is it a real gun? It's looks weird," said one of the ones behind. (Translation: the real shotgun? It is strangely shaped)
"We cannot take a risk" said bule ahead. He raised his hand to surrender (.Translation: I don't want to risk ah!)
"Back up, we're having another way," (translation: Back off, Cuy. Find another way aje ya) and he retreated and then out of Supeno's house.
"Awas lo all once again appear here! I told RT!" supeno slammed the door of her house.
"We've lost him," muttered the frontmost bule. (Once again losing himself).
"Maybe we can turn another way and try to" (Bro, we can still go to sono, continue to sono and to sono and then to sono).
"It's to risk, this is not our world," (Translation: too risky, this is not our area. Lah said aje males lu Coeg!)
The frontmost bule ruffled his waist while observing the surroundings. Jakarta slum with rusty houses almost collapsed and streets full of garbage, "Our Lord, living in a junk on the third country, so pitiful and overwhelm," (Translation : Mr. Bocil we live in a dumpster in a pulak-flowering country! Miris is real and beyond BMKG estimates.)
**
At night, the,
“Ja-ja-so like this Mr. Son,” The Doctor in front of the Son explained with a stutter when the Son arrived at the hospital, “Your Mother's condition has indeed passed the critical period, but the gallbladder has already experienced decay. Besides, he had blood clots. All we have to do is Gallbladder lift surgery, but we will do various tests first to see his health condition,”
“Hem...” muttered Putra while grinning. I don't know what he was laughing at which clearly the Doctor was terrified to see his grin.
“Possibly by Laparoscopic means Yes Pak Putra, because complications arising from laparoscopic cholecystectomy are very rare, but-“
“How about we talk about the cost first Doc, the paits I have to provide how much khehehehehehe,”
The doctor was silent, he even studied the behavior of the Son.
“Anuuu... for initial test, operation, and recovery including room and etc, it could be about one hundred millions Pak,”
“Hahahahaha!! My mother's life cost so much!! Damn it yes Iaa, Hahahaha!”
The doctor got up from his seat in shock to hear the Son laugh.
But, as a medic, he knew that something was wrong in the Son.
“Pak Putra... You have Syndrom huh? Could it be a disruption of nerve function or Tourette?” ask the doctor carefully.
“Lah, yes Doc. If I want to cry, I laugh. I am also less sensitive to pain, except yaaa, khehehehehe,” heartache
“Hooo, at the very least, I know you are still normal, not a madman,”
“You can apply for a loan to our partner Bank,”
“Pak Doctor, I'll find the cost. Although I had to give up my life, khehehehe, please be patient,” Putra finally went to leave.
Even though the Son spoke so, but after he got out of the hospital, he did not know what to do. So he goes to the boarding house of Juhari, a former cellmate who used to be arrested for motor theft who is also his son Pak Supeno. Stayed there for a few days looking for work.
Light only. How would anyone be willing to accept a man with such a condition?! The ends are again becoming Narkoboy's courier anyway. As the Son thought.
**
"Laper gilaaaa.." complains Putra while sleeping in the post kamling one of the residential alleys in North Jakarta area. "This is my life" he murmured.
He doesn't know where to go.
"Work, man!" hissing Juhari while hitting him with an aqua bottle from the street.
"No need to throw if the cudgel is in the shucks!" exclaiming the Son while throwing back the empty aqua bottle.
"Kalo can not be an ojek, said Bang Sa'ad open a vacancy deb... What the hell is the name deb-pan" said Juhari while receiving the Aqua bottle and throwing it back to Putra.
"Debt Collector b3gooo, wakakakak!!" gerutu Putra's.
"Gue already there, the conditions must be minimum SMP. I didn't graduate!" The son fended off the aqua bottle until mentally to Juhari.
"Lo isn't the student doing the yak lap track?!"
"Lo think the point is acknowledged here?"
"Where would you be a parking attendant? Come with Bang Rasno!"
"Ohiya there's still Bang Rasno!" The son this time did not catch the aqua bottle, he let it into the nearby garbage can.
"The spirit of dong jancu-k! God is not sleeping,"
"So far as I've been abandoned, what does God mean? I thought he was sleeping again." Son ngedumel.
"Because of your doom! The oxygen around you instantly stopped knowing the taste of gasping! Do not suffer in the world, suffer in the Hereafter!" nagel Juhari while starting her butut duck motorbike to step on the clutch. Then rotate the gas with his thin hands.
Son frowning. "He said 'Don't be, have suffered in the world, but suffer also in the hereafter'.Waaah, '" The son shook his head while shaking his waist. "Fix! Tuh boy sign want to help the bike but not rhyme-ngajak me!" his gerrick.
Yes, because the motor if sold the easiest sell. And the money can be to enjoy the world.
Of course, if there are many sins like this, the blessings of the hereafter will not be reached because of the fall of the lava in hell, so yes enjoy the world at all costs, even if you have to rob.
Criminal thoughts are like this.
And as Putra walked through the smelly, seedy and hot alleyways, some of the people who saw her went straight into the house.
Putra's very tall stature, brownish skin full of paintings, and face bule but sangar, it is very striking. With tattoos all over his body that when arrested by the police and held a press conference was instead told to be shown to the camera, as if the tattoo on his body was the identity that he was a criminal.
Though the writing is 'I miss mom'. Extra large butterflies and roses adorn the writing.
But the most terrifying thing was his strange behavior. The glint of his eyes seemed to want to pounce on everything there and grinning his lips made the fur crouch. He was like a huge high demon looking for a collision.
Since childhood he has been ngalor ngidul from alley to alley. Punch after punch through him until his body skin numb itself.
Even in prison, until all the pain of beating him.
Because of that his business in the cell even smoothly all. All 'new people' are beaten if they don't bring p3lor. The son did not take it, but the head of the room let him. Even raised him as an assistant, and if there is a desire to give the son of a snack.
(P3lor a type of money that is put into a straw, then swallowed or tucked in the back. As a bribe so that new people are not beaten in the cell).
Then the face of the Son is different from other children, because said his mother, his biological father a man of foreign nationality. One day her mother, who works as a call woman, gets a client of Caucasians when she idly hangs out on Ja*sa Street. And it is not expected that the safety device even leaked. Finally, the mother became pregnant.
Even with great difficulty, and
facing the journey that makes this heart hurt itself when it hears it, but it turns out the Son is not alone. There are so many children whose lives are much worse. Fortunately, his mother managed to take care of him until he grew up. At least she still has a mother.
"Bang Rasno, I'm asking for a job!" shoot Putra when approaching Bang Rasno who is cooking friedmen beside the minimarket. Pretty dapet 5 seeds of fried tofu. Son comot one because hungry.
Bang Rasno exclaimed, "Your moral tone!" he exclaimed, "Begging for baek-baek same old man!" and he kicked Putra's calf in annoyance.
But as usual, it was his leg that immediately hurt like he was kicking an electric pole. His son did not even flinch.
"Aarrrghhh! Suakiittt!" bang Rasno exclaimed while kneeling and holding onto his ankle.
"Bahaha!! Mostly reckless," exclaimed the Son as he sat beside the sidewalk and ate the second fritters, "Gue must find money, for the sake of my mother, khiihihi,"
With fatigue, Bang Rasno sat next to the Son. "Let's wait for me to go malem in this area. Take care of Giman. It will be split by both of the results,"
"Which area are you?"
"From the shophouse there, until the red light," Bang Rasno pointed at the shophouse with yellow paint about 50 meters. "Lo for two areas is the same Giman,"
"Si Giman kaga sewot if I join?"
"I told him. How dare he protest ama lu, tong…"
"Gue kalem kok Bang,"
"Alem what a crybaby just so, ODGJ also run away times ngeliat lo!" sukul Bang Rasno, "Pijetin nih!" he stuck out his leg.
