Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Ms2-Bab.12 Punishment

Arsya took a deep breath, trying to draw out all the positive aura that was around her. Then, he exhaled violently, as if throwing away the doubt gathered within the chest.

You're not Arsya's loser! he screamed in his heart, trying to encourage himself.

Slowly Arsya started pushing the wooden door. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw the activity Agra was doing to his shadow guards.

"Deddy!" Arsya immediately shouted while walking quickly to the father who was preparing with a firearm in his hand.

Agra who heard the voice of his eldest son, also immediately turned his head back, he looked at the presence of Arsya and Rega with the highlight of his casual eyes.

"Goodoo. Now you have come" said Agra, lowering her hand and standing back.

"What does Deddy do with all of them?" ask Arsya. He stared one by one the burly men who appeared to be standing stiffly at the end of the room. Their faces, which used to look rogue, now turned deathly pale with their entire bodies shaking withstanding the tension created.

There is a middle holding the citrus fruit in both hands and one more fruit on the head. Or, stand in the middle of a target board that can shoot around. Others, standing straight while flanking the watermelon between their thighs. The last man was seen standing rigidly as a statue with three bottles of fizzy drink cans on both his hands and on his head.

Do not ask how the faces of the burly and muscular men are now. Very different from his appearance. They can only surrender with a glaring eye, like a dog splashed with water. Shivering, with the body drenched in sweat.

"What did Deddy do? They were negligent, and Deddy was punishing him. Is that wrong? Aren't you taught about cause and effect in school?" ask Agra with a lot of words.

His men even gawked to hear the relaxed voice of the chairman which was very rarely heard. It was a rare moment.

"They're not wrong, Dad. I'm the one who accepted the challenge from the Venus gang. I was wrong" Arsya debated.

"So you want to be punished ... replace them?" ask Agra casually. One of his hands was playing with a short-barreled firearm. His eyes did not move from the child's face.

"That-that's...." Arsya. He was afraid of replacing the punishment of the shadowy men, but he also could not let them accept the punishment for the wrongs he committed.

"All right." Agra immediately took over to decide, he stepped forward and gave the firearm to the child's arm.

"What if you punish them?" ask Agra. His head was slightly tilted to the right with a thin grin adorning his firm face. He then casually stepped towards a chair that was available not far from where he was standing.

"Rega, you sit here. We have to watch a free show today" he called the niece, who still stood rigidly behind Arsya.

The medical student at one of the prestigious universities was still nervous when he saw a firearm, although this was not the first time he saw Agra playing with it. Twenty-three-year-old man, indeed close to Agra, he even often practiced martial arts and helped treat the wounds of his men.

"Rome!" press Agra while glancing at the nephew who still looks concerned at Arsya and the shadow guards.

"Yeah, Pa." Though hesitant, but he chose to obey Agra.

Meanwhile, Arsya seemed to be standing trembling. He was still glued to the thing in his palm. Not so heavy, but quite exhausting even just holding it. Not a demon or a robber, but scary enough for him to hold.

Arsya turned her gaze to some of her father's men, who were staring at her, as if they were saying 'I beg you, don't hurt us'

The air-conditioned room suddenly felt hot. A thread of a sling as big as a corn seed, visible on his forehead, until the menses wet the side of his face.

"God. Is this how Deddy punishes me? What if I get it wrong and hurt them?" arsya muttered while looking back at the firearm in her hand.

Slowly, he held the small object that felt so heavy in his hand. Doubtful, he pointed it forward. His body also moved to adjust until his position felt good to pull the trigger.

"Is this not too dangerous, Pa?" ask Rega who is still horrified by Agra's way to punish Arsya and his men at once.

"Dangerous or not, it depends on your sister doing it" replied Agra. He picked up a glass of wine on the table, and took a sip.

"Quick! You're wasting too much time, Shay!" agra shouted, leaning back and folding her legs, relaxing.

Rega who saw his om behavior, could only shake his head weakly. Really, he was a little sorry to have been here now. At first he came just to explain what happened last night. However, now he is instead caught up in the Agra madness that anyone would want to avoid.

Although the blood-filled battle had been going on for so long, Agra's ruthless and cycopathic soul still remained until now. And, the madness is still often happening even though it is not as often as it used to be. Like now, for example.

Arsya swallowed her hard saliva, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Trying to calm down and withdraw concentration, so that the focus will not falter.

His head is slightly tilted with one eye closed. While both hands hold tightly to the weapon given by the father, to be more stable and no gap to miss.

"Tigga!" Agra started counting.

Arsya's heart is beating faster. He stretched his grip, and tried to keep focusing on his first goal.

"Two!"

Arsya could feel, her palms were already soaked with sweat and a sense of uneasiness beyond measure.

"One!"

Dor's!

A slanted smile was seen on Agra's lips. He stared at one orange that had been shapelessly crushed. Only splashes of water were left around the arms of his men.

"Whoever!" Agra gave instructions.

Arsya immediately diverted the target. He is now preparing to throw a bullet at the watermelon fruit that was pinned on the thighs of one of his father's men.

The trigger has been pulled, there is only one release movement that will make hot lead shot towards the target.

Dor's!

"Akhs! That misses." Agra. While Rega looked peeking from her slightly opened eyes.

One hot lead that almost hit the feet of Arga's men, if only Arsya shifted a little more.

"Try it again!" agra's word, still not satisfied.

Arsya looked to look at the father, with a clear and upset look. Really, now his legs have felt weak because of his failure just now. However, Agra was not at all merciful, he did not give her the slightest leniency.

Arsya eventually chose to refocus his concentration and prepare for the next shot. And a second later....

Dor's!

"Akh!"

The sound of a firearm spewing out its entrails again sounded. Arsya slightly closed her eyes when a loud scream was heard.

"Well! Bravo," said Agra with a satisfied face.

Hearing the father's voice, Arsya slowly opened her eyes, she was surprised to find the watermelon between the thighs of her father's men had now been smashed into pieces. While the burly man who flanked the watermelon on his thigh, now it has fallen down with a limp body and hunting breath.

"Gue succeeded?" arsya muttered, smiling softly. For some reason, he felt a different sensation in his heart, when the hot lead hit the target.

There was a burning spirit and encouraged him to re-stretch the flame weapon to the next target. That is, soda cans.

Dare not shoot in the head. Arsya prefers to throw one shot at the can in hand.

Tang!

"Yeah!" Arsya exclaimed when the success back he felt.

"Last!" Agra gave instructions again.

"Shoot towards the target board, without missing a single bit" Agra continued.

"You, turn the target board!" tell Agra again to the men who had flanked the watermelon on his thighs.

"B-well, Chief," nodded the man with the head of the plontos. He took great pains to wake up. His feet still seemed to shake when he walked.

Arsya grimaced to see the father's men looked miserable because of his mistake.

The target board has started to turn. Arsya again took up arms towards the target. He calculated the exact time until finally, the sound of firearms reverberated in the basement.

Arsya exhaled while lowering her hand to a low and falling between her sides. While a thin smile looks adorned his handsome face.

Prok, prok, prok!

The sound of applause echoed as well. Agra and Rega seemed to rise from their seats, and they approached Arsya.

"Good job, Boy," said Arsya while embracing the child's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Rega brought a drink for Arsya, who was immediately welcomed by the teenager who had bathed in sweat.

"Still, Bro," said Arsya before downing half a bottle of mineral water six hundred milliliters, then splashing the remaining half of it on his face, to reduce the heat in his body.

"Master, outside there's a mistress waiting for you." Speech from Edo who even somehow entered the room also diverted the attention of the three men of different ages.

The faces of Agra, Arsya, and Rega, instantly changed in the fog. The three of them immediately walked quickly towards the outside. I don't know what they will get if Alisya finds out that Arsya has just been practicing guessing with Agra's men as his saaran? Ah, just imagining it had made the three men limp.