The Oppressed Heir
The Sloppy Giman
That night while grumbling Giman counted the parking fee around the minimarket. It counts under the banner: Free Parking according to Parda bla bla bla…
"Less my income because of the bang-sat.." grumbled. "Where's the tip he's bigger anyway! Destroying the windfall of aje!"
In front there appear Putra was chatting with a minimarket cashier mas-mas while smoking and coffee. It makes Giman, a man with bark and skin that legumes more bitter. " Dammit!!" Giman slammed his shabby towel against the asphalt in front of him.
"Woy Bang! Wekek!!" exclaim Putra while approaching Giman. Being approached by a large man made Giman sneer and shuffle backwards. Obviously in front of the Son his attitude is good. Once a blow had broken the head of the flat man. "How many days are you today?!" ask Putra.
"Em.. Two hundred stews," muttered Giman.
"Oh, I'm 500thousand Hihihihi. Nih... 150thousand let it be equal'an," The son counted his money and handed some to Giman, until Giman gawked.
"Why do you love the cave?" giman asked as he stroked his two goosebumps.
"You didn't?!"
"Here'in bye!" Giman took the money in the hands of the Son. Without thanking for feeling it is indeed his right that was seized by the Son. Even if he works alone, it cannot be that much either. His stamina son is more fit, so if there is a car to go out parking he immediately approached. Moreover, all were afraid of him because he was just a whimper.
If Giman is always leyeh-leyeh, slow car has been to the highway he just ngeh, even if given 500 coins he likes to throw it into the gutter because he feels that money is worthless.
While Putra, money 200 perakan he exchanged to minimarket which does need a dime for change.
“Man, Man! an ATM outlet security approached Giman in a hurry, “Man, I have a stomachache, Suyat again buy coffee there,”
“Iya, yaaaa, I'll take care of you! Do not over time, do not maen hape in WC!” gerutu the Giman while moving from his squat. Everyone believed Giman because he was from the village behind this shop, so if anything is still easy to trace.
The thing is, Giman's brain squatted the rada blo’on mostly glue.
Before long, a luxury sedan entered the shophouse parking lot and parked in front of the ATM.
"Vih.. What a car! Rich man!" giman Gumam.
"So long hours there's a wild Aventador. Most finished pargoy home at the hotel club there, Hehehehe," hiss Putra. "Magi mabok most likely. Nekat also not cringe collision,"
"By the way what the hell are you cuy?!" gerutu Giman's. Although both SDs do not pass, at least in the Putra lecture are taught many things ranging from Law to Investment by political prisoners. The son even mastered 4 foreign languages at this time. Only he did not graduate and without a certificate .
Not until Putra answered, a woman got out of the car. Sexy, very pretty, with her white skin painted. Her long black hair and clothes glittered when exposed to the reflection of the light of the shop lamp.
But the road staggered. The son said, the woman was drunk.
"Woaah, semoook!" exclamation Giman. He called his friends from his cell phone, "Woy! It's a soft prey!!"
The son looked at Giman while frowning. "What's a tender prey?"
"Aaaah! You new kid don't need to know! T4ik!!" exclaimed Giman as he flicked his hand towards the Son.
"I've come home, don't macem. Don't deal with the rich!" putra said.
"It's not your business, go home sono!" exclaimed Giman while extending his neck and watching the surroundings. It is currently at 1 am and the atmosphere is quiet.
The son decided not to follow, he turned around and went into a narrow alley between shophouses to jump the concrete fence, an alternative road to his village.
And then the Son heard a sound…
DUAGG!!
From behind him.
The man looked back and saw Giman and several men were charging the sexy woman into the alley.
The woman seemed to be struggling and kicking, but one of Giman's friends slapped the woman until her tiny body fell to the side against the shophouse wall.
"Hoy, begoo!!" the Son approached them.
"Lu don't follow Bang-sat!!" exclaim Giman to Putra.
It appears that the man held the woman's body onto the asphalt which now appears helpless, then tore off **********woman, "Wuuuh legiiit!!" exclaiming Giman pleasure while trying to unzip his pants.
"Man! Don't block it! Girls who wear tens of millions of shoes like this are usually conglomerate children. Lo dare to work for him, tomorrow morning your head is in-DOR with your father! I don't use the police anymore!" son tried to warn Giman.
"Lo really knows, I swear you take it one more time, we'll burn you alive!" gerutu Giman's.
"People, man, spit. I'm a gatel!" one of Giman's friends.
"There's no cctv, diem lo!" threaten Giman to the Son.
"There's not your bald CCTV! The car's dashboard has a camera! There's a camera at the ATM! There's a cctv in the shophouse! In the hapenya he just once pengket there is GPS! Map showing where he is! You think an elite kid like him doesn't have anything to do?!"
"Aaah-" cried Giman annoyed as he approached Putra intending to slap the young man.
"Man! Man! He's really Man!" exclaimed a friend of Giman while holding Giman who was about to attack the Son.
"Don't be affected by woy! He sok aje jagged and raced!" exclamation Giman.
What does this have to do try?
"It's not Man! But I know this is a real boy! We don't wear masks! This girl must be the son of an influential person! Now we can taste good enough to take him, but our lives are gone in an hour, ogah me!!" hiss another friend.
You are a coward at. If I don't want to do it myself"
STIRRELS!!
A glass bottle appeared to be smashed into Giman's head.
Giman instantly fell to the ground, fainting.
from his head was flowing fresh blood.
Everyone there was flabbergasted, then looked ahead.
The sexy woman stood up panting and clasping the broken bottle. Nearby is a small restaurant that often provides expensive mineral water bottles made of glass, but the store employees like to put one container in front of the back door before being returned to the supplier for recycling.
And the woman used one of them to hit Giman on the head while they were busy arguing.
"Lack of you guys. I'm sure no one will escape. I hapalin look you all.." sizzled the sexy woman while standing staggering and brandishing the broken bottle.
Giman's friends immediately ran away by running through the fence.
But the son could not escape.
He stared at Giman's body lying on the ground.
He felt he had to take Giman to the hospital before things got worse.
"Yes Ampuuun, khehehehehe. Modar dah the Giman,"
