Undeterred

Chapter 2's

　

　

Rama is out of his class. He walked to the backyard, where his motorbike was parked. His hands were busy sending messages to someone. Bayu's name is listed in the chat box. Rama paused, then typed while muttering, “ok, we meet in the usual place.”

Rama put his cell phone into a jeans pocket while passing the Banyan Tree which is said to be according to the history of the campus, is the oldest tree on this campus and haunted. Rama's steps again stopped when he heard the voices of some people not far from him. He was disturbed to know who the owner of the voice was. He looked to the left and to the right. Not too many people just passing by

“Lu bring the camera to campus? Do you want to be a photographer? Right here! If you want to be a photographer why hang around in law school?” Then the band of mischievous students laughed. The sound of laughter disturbed Rama.

Rama recalled that when he first entered college, he and Bayu were often used as ‘material’ by his senior brother who did not have a good reputation on campus. Initially Rama only followed his upperclassman's game as long as he and Bayu were only told to buy food. That's what makes them both close. Rama only wants to study quietly so quiet when his seniors are raving on him, even though he already holds a black belt.

Things turn around when one of her upperclassmen injures Bayu. Rama feels the actions of his senior brother are inexcusable, so they are involved in a fight that is not comparable. The fight was almost won by Rama before a police patrol car caught them and took them to the office

south Jakarta Police, where his father served as police chief.

“Eh, here! I'm photos. Plug style dong!”

“Wah, the phone is cool too. Boss, expensive mobile phones!”

“Take!” hatch Bondan, boss of the mob.

“Do not, Brother! That's all Papa.”'s giving The new boy tries to persuade Bondan.

“Papa?” Bondan and his men laughed out loud.

“Heh! Want your loving Papa, your Grandpa, I don't want to know!” Bondan hit the new kid's head.

“Papa? You rich kid? Yes, you asked for another new one to your Papa. After that you love me again,”

Bondan. Laughter they returned. Rama breathed

heavy. He picked up a pebble near the Banyan tree and threw it.

“Aduh!” Suddenly someone called out. Bondan looked at his friend.

“Why?” Bondan asked. They looked at all corners.

“Nobody!” Bondan scrunched his forehead.

“Aduh!” yell another Bondan friend.

Bondan turned his body, looking for Ramag. He guessed the one person who almost always meddled in his affairs, but was not so sure. “Bos!” call his friend who was stoned. Bondan. His friend beckoned at the Banyan Tree that stood not far from them. Everyone looked at the tree.

“Lu think trees can throw stones?” hatch Bondan.

“Not the tree but its inhabitants, Boss!” Everyone felt the creeps all over the body.

“Stupid! In this world there is no such thing as a ghost,” Bondan said.

“But we have, Boss!”

Bondan pinned the head of his friend and subordinate. He looked behind the Banyan Tree. A little creepy too. “Gue know it's you. Out!” Bondan called out fiercely.

“Ouch! Hey!” Rama shouted.

Bondan smiled cynically. ”Who asked you to interfere in my affairs again?”

Rama moved closer a few steps but kept his distance. “What's so good about disturbing a child. Can't you find an opponent who's the same level?” Rama answered casually. While stylish with chewing gum and almost swallowed.

“According to you who is that level opponent?” Bondan pretends to be challenging when he knows what it means to face Rama. But take it easy, this time he brought more troops.

“Which I know, just try you check in the student section,” Rama leaning on the Banyan Tree. Some people shuddered to see it.

“Wah, what to do there. Number one is here.” Bondan wagged his jacket to boast.

“Oh, so you're the one who will soon be expelled from this campus?” Rama pressed the tip of his lips.

“Job!”

Rama kept running, dodging Bondan et al. Not out of fear, he was already determined not to fight his campus, but it didn't seem like it was what Bondan thought. The small class delinquent no longer wants his entire business to be meddled by a boy like Rama

Rama ran through a small pedestrian gate and turned the pedestrian. Sometimes looking back. Whether Bondan and his friends are still chasing him or have given up. Rama got to the side of the station filled with street vendors. He tried not to hit anyone. Although it didn't work. Rama swerved at the end of the road and collided with two women.

“You okay?”

Not yet the woman replied, Bondan gang is getting closer. Without even apologizing, Rama left the woman. Rama kept running across the road. Some motorists and motorists were screaming.

Rama turns at the end of the road, but when it will turn again, a dead end. Damnit damnit! Wrong road. I should have been straight. Bondan is very close to him. Rama turned again into the housing of the residents. He stopped at the end of the alley. A sufficiently high wire wall is blocking.

“Heh, Where are you going to run?” Bondan called out with a breath of breath.

Rama turned his body. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. Her hair was soaked with sweat.

“Lu don't see that this is a dead end?” Rama also set his breath.

Bondan smiled cynically triumphantly. He approached followed by his friends. “We finished today! Later you never interfere in my affairs again.”

“Then you will not look for because again,” timpal Rama.

“Damn it! You're looking for something. Want you what? Always messing up my plans!”

Bondan then went ahead followed by his friends. This time Rama was surrounded. Bondan first attacks Rama, Rama avoids the man's attack. Others attacked Rama and in a short time an unbalanced fight ensued. A man saw the fight and called the police. Soon, the students were in the police station.

“So, you guys gang up one person?“ An officer questioned Rama and Bondan et al.

“Ah, not like that, Sir.” Bondan. The officer did not pierce and continued typing.

“Pak, it happened not as you thought. He who started first,” serve Bondan again. Rama was silent, not wanting to know.

The officer was about to get out of his chair, his eyes fixed on Rama. Looked at the guy's face carefully. “You're? You are not the son of Mr Wijaya?” The officer asked hesitantly. Rama tried

hiding face. Ah, why is this again.

Bondan smiled cynically.