The Secret With Bad Boy

Food box

Kala was still upset by what Yudhishthira had done to him. Ten minutes ago, Yudhistira's assistant contacted him that all Kala bank accounts had been blocked. The man asked Kala to come, if he wanted Yudhishthira to return all the bank accounts he had withdrawn.

Huh, annoying. Though Kala was very unwilling to meet the man let alone enter the house that made Kala feel like a beggar and meaningless.

On the way home, Kala was silent for a while on his bike. He was still thinking whether he should obey Yudhishthira's request or just ignore it. Actually he could have asked his mother for money but the risk that happened later was, Yudhistira would come to his mother and make a shitty commotion. That is what Kala is avoiding right now. He did not want to hear the quarrel between his parents that ended with the mother's crying that cut his heart.

Eventually, Kala gave up. He decided to meet Yudhishthira who was waiting for him.

With his sport bike, Kala crosses a crowded street. Several times he overtook the vehicle in front of him and scrambled for opportunities with other riders. On the edge of the road, he also saw the motorcycle genk who had been his enemy.

“Woy! It's Kala!” yelled one of the members of the motorcycle genk.

“Wah, the more doubtful he is. SUSUL!” exclaimed chairman genk.

Genk motor which amounted to about twelve people was immediately riding his bike and followed Kala. At high speed, they controlled the streets, drove the motor at will and shouted like barbarians chasing prey.

Other drivers are clearly distracted by their behavior. The horns sound several vehicles to make them pull over and not disturb the order of traffic. But arrogantly they point their middle fingers at other drivers and occasionally throw bottles of drinks at the driver.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” they laughed out loud seeing his success intimidating the people on the streets.

Arriving at the narrowed streets, they turned. They still saw Kala who was far ahead there. The iron horse returned at high speed to catch up with Kala, until finally they managed to block Kala at the last turn before the road to the house of Yudhistira.

“Cittt!!!”

When pulling the brake strong until the motor squeaks. A little twist to leave a blackened tire marks on the paved road.

“Woy Time! Where are you going?!” a member of the motorcycle genk got off his mount. With his style that perlente he approached Kala.

Kala is actually lazy to serve these people because at the ends they only invite Kala a storm and brawl. If only he had never known these people, perhaps he would not have had such a long affair until now.

“Down lo!” shouted the man in midget with piercings everywhere and his hair in the prune style of a punk child.

There was no choice, Kala finally came down. The twelve men approached Kala and looked at him with ridicule.

“Mana money lo! I need to eat!” said the man with a sarcastic grin at Kala.

“Gue don't bring money bang.” Sahut Kala, what is.

The gasoline of his motorbike was almost exhausted and either he would arrive or not to Yudhistira's house.

“Lo think I believe? Don't nag lo!” exclaim that man.

“Haahahahah .. pretend she bang. The motor age costs hundreds of millions but the wallet is empty. Most common sense he doang.”  Say one of the others.

“Gue seriously. If you want money, I can come back again, but not now.” Said Kala full of seriousness.

“Halah! You think I believe?!”

“Search him!” his exclaims while gesturing to his friends to attack Kala.

One blow lay a tall man, but Kala could still hold it. He pushed the man back until he staggered. At the same time, two men attacked Kala, but Kala was still able to hold him back.

“Forward lo all! Ngadepin one tail sort aja lo can not.” Excited the head of the motorcycle genk with full of anger.

Twelve men simultaneously attacked Kala. Some hit with wood, some pulled out a knife and what made Kala collapse was a kick in his stomach.

When he staggered immediately, he rested on his motor handlebar. Slight grimacing withstands the pain and tightness that comes at the same time. Only Kala will reply suddenly,

“BUG!” a raw bogem hit Kala's head hard.

It staggered and fell. They were not satisfied and again beat Kala, kicking him several times leaving pain and bruises all over his body.

“TET!! THE TET!! TET!!”

“There's police, there's police!!” the old man who was none other than Lukman. He deliberately frightened the motorcycle genk to leave immediately.

Sure enough, they immediately ran off the ridge, frightened the police actually came to their place.

The motorbike's departure left Kala lying alone on a dark side of the road. The teenager did not have the strength to get up because his entire body was like being torn apart.

Lukman is coming down. He approached Kala who had difficulty waking up.

“Yeah, the katian is a child.” Lukman. He noticed Kala still lying on the asphalt with bruises all over her face.

“Nak, are you okay?” Lukman checked the state of Kala who looked weak.

He saw Kala still closing his eyes and his face looked grimacing.

Lukman took the initiative to drink water in a pink bottle, owned by his daughter. He also took a box of toast that he had not had time to eat and brought it to Kala.

“Wake up, drink first.” Lukman helped Kala to rise.

It was hard for Kala to get up to sit down. He was leaning against a telephone pole on the side of the road. Lukman helped him to drink and Kala just took a sip. The corner of his lips was too sore when he met the water.

“Where, how good?” lukman asked when he saw Kala just silently holding his aching stomach.

“Still sir.” Say Kala with great difficulty.

“Iya equally.” Lukman looked at Kala with pity.

“How can you be beaten with a motorcycle?” ask Lukman curiously.

“Bapak knows them?” When curious about the exact guess of Lukman, if they are a motorcycle genk.

“Yak, mr. tau. They were once poor. Just like you, beaten up too. They're famous around here. So the father is worried that the father's son came out malem-malem. Afraid to meet them.” Lukman was full of worry.

Lukman watched Kala closely. He saw Kala's uniform that looked a little familiar and felt familiar.

“You went to high school A?” search Lukman.

“Iya.” He tried to smile even though the corner of his lips hurt.

“Wah, my son also went to school there. He just moved in three days ago. Name's Kinanti. He was about one hundred and sixty-four inches tall, not too thin or fat. Her hair was long and slightly brown, similar to her mother's. You know?” Lukman with his face.

When he didn't answer, he just nodded. Of course he knew the girl. The girl was cheerful and always looked at him sharply especially when the girl forced him to apologize. Akh, Kala cannot forget that incident. Especially when Kinanti paid for all her food when she was very hungry. And this time, this old man also helped her.

“Hah, looks like you don't know your father. The father was indeed shy, his seneng aloof.” Lukman smiled at the end of his sentence. He sat down on the paved road beside Kala.

“But the father was smart. He said he wanted to go to the Olympics at school. He can adapt quickly at school. Dad was very afraid that he was bullied because he came from a simple family.”

“If one time you meet him, please notice yes. If he arrived in the same month, you want to move him to another school. You don't want your only son to be hurt by someone else.” Lukman gave a deep message.

When only pensive, he thought in this world there had never been a father who loved his son so much. But apparently, there are still people like Lukman in this world.

“Ah, so gaff. Excuse me first yes, my son must have gone home and nyariin. Here's bread, eat.” Lukman said while putting the food box in Kala's hand. He stood up after patting Kala on the shoulder.

“Other times, if fight with them, make sure you win yes.” His message before the man smiled and passed away.

He waved his hand at Kala and drove his car slowly, getting into the right lane.

Kala let the good guy just walk away. After Lukman's car was nowhere to be seen, Kala's attention turned to the food box in his hand. He opened the food box cover and sure enough, it was toast. A little bit of a scorch and the place is dewy. But Kala didn't bother him. He bit the bread voraciously, chewed it hastily, occasionally coughing as he choked. A drink bottle with a bear-shaped cap. The bottle is in the same color as the lunch box.

For some reason, tear circles gathered in the corners of his eyes. Tight as it felt, even though he was filling his stomach that was rumbling.

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