Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.13 Car swaying

"Be careful if you teach my children nothing." Arsya smiled faintly in between her steps down the steps of the Black Eagle headquarters, when the shadow of the threatening speech of the mother again flashed in her head. Those round eyes glanced at Agra, something that only the mother could do. Not for the others, not even Isha.

Arsya had just come out of the Black Eagle headquarters after the day had gone by. He chose to clean himself up and rest for a while there. While Agra and Rega had gone home first, of course after receiving a long chat from Alisya.

Yes, the highest caste in his family is currently still held by Alisya. If the father reigns supreme over all Black Eagle companies and organizations. Alisya does not need to master all that, because by conquering one creature called Agra alone has made it automatically get everything.

"Om, I go home first" said Arsya to Max who is still the holder of a special Black Eagle organization in Indonesia.

The man who still looks handsome despite his age has begun to age, seems to be talking with his subordinates was seen to turn his eyes on Arsya. Then, immediately got up and stood in front of Arsya, followed by the other Black Eagle members.

"Well, Young Master." Be careful on the road" he said, bowing slightly followed by the Black Eagle members standing behind him.

"Eum" nodded Arsya. He then immediately passed towards his motorbike parked in the courtyard. Amidst the gazes of Max and the other Black Eagle members.

Arsya waved a faint hand before starting to advance the bike. Although it looks a little talk and tends to be cold, just like Agra. However, Arsya's attitude was slightly warmer compared to her father's. Maybe because there is a sweet side of Alisya that goes down to the tall guy.

Riding a motorbike on an alternative road in the twilight sky makes it impossible to open the windshield of the helmet. A cold wind instantly hit his face, feeling refreshing. Arsya took a deep breath, enjoying the streets that were cool by the rows of large trees that faithfully gave his oxegen.

This kind of atmosphere will never get if he prefers to go through the protocol road, whose guests are filled with smoke pollution vehicles that are struggling with traffic jams before the weekend.

The sound of the phone ringing that keeps repeating makes Arsya forced to stop the speed of the motor. He pulled over in a place that was quite quiet. There were only a few vehicles that seemed to be passing by at a fairly high speed. No wonder indeed, considering that it was a suburb that was an alternative road, he chose to pass there because he was reluctant to find traffic jams in the afternoon like this.

..."Sister kinky is calling"...

His forehead was slightly wrinkled when he saw his sister's contact id on the screen. It's not usual for Isha to contact him if it's not really important. What else is this up over and over again.

"What's up, Deck?" arsya asked while putting her phone in her ear.

"Bang, please help me dong. Rumi. He had been to the same mall I, continued to want to go outside but sepe now not back. He also could not be contacted." Isha's panicked voice was heard on the phone.

Arsya sighed slowly. Why should it be about her sister's best friend? He was a little lazy if he had to deal with a figure whose name was female. Enough with the mother and Isha who often make himself and the father dizzy, for now he has no reason to add another figure of the same type as his mother and sister.

"Calm down first. Lo where is it? You go there now." Arsya tried to calm her sister.

"Gue at the mall ...."

"Maybe he went home first. You don't have to think strangely, I'm going there now." Although lazy, Arsya still had to respond to his sister, rather than later Isha desperate to find the existence of Rumi alone.

"He couldn't have gone home without the cave, Bang. She's not that kind of girl."

"Yes, wait for me. Fifteen minutes to go" Arsya said before hanging up the phone with her sister. Then put his phone again in his pocket and wear the helmet he had put on the motorcycle gang.

Arsya is ready to immediately put forward again his motorbike, when suddenly, his attention is now focused on the car that has been parked in front of him. I don't know since when the car was there, he didn't notice. However, when he clearly saw the car continued to shake as if there was suspicious activity in there, inevitably Arsya finally glanced at him.

"Curtain! The sun has not yet sunk, they are perverted. Where on the side of the road again .. kayak no other place!" his lips. Relax, he began to roll back the motor key and prepare to press the starter button.

However, Arsya again undoes it when faint ears hear the screams of a woman asking for help from inside the car.

If you're a pervert, it's impossible to ask for help, right? arsya turned her attention to the car in front of her.

His eyes squinted, trying to see what was happening inside, making sure if it was not a pervert act, the people were lustful slaves.

"Please!"

Arsya gasped, as the voice grew louder and clearer. For now, he chose to get out of the car and started walking towards the swaying car. His face looked alert, although the frown on his forehead seemed deep.

Arsya bent her body while trying to look into the car from a slightly dark glass. Arsya is eye-catching, trying to clarify her vision when she sees a man appear to be in a half-standing position, while a woman is in a chair that has been broken down.

"Please!"

The voice was more clear, Arsya memlih walked to the front of the car to see more clearly. Until a moment later, Arsya was shocked by what she was seeing. A man forced a woman into a car. While the less obvious permpuan his face was seen trying to escape while continuing to scream for help.

"Suck!" he said, while banging on the door of the car. However, at the same time, the woman looked to turn her head until Arsya could clearly see her face. Unknowingly, Arsya widened her eyes with a feeling of indignation and anger mixed within the chest.

"Rumi?" mumbling slowly. His heart suddenly thumped so fast. His chest was hot, looking at the scene before his eyes.

"Damn lo!" Arsya tried to open the front door of the car, but all the doors were locked.

"Woi, motherfucker! Release him!" shouted Arsya. His view now turned to a large rock on the side of the road.

Not wanting to waste time, Arsya took him, he climbed on the hood of the car and directly smashed the stone into the windshield of the car.

The man who was busy harassing Rumi immediately stopped his actions. He looked resentfully at Arsya who had made the windshield of his car crack.

"Suckers! You snot boy!" grouse guy ya g has a pretty handsome face and perfect body like a fashion show model.

Brak!

Arsya again hit the windshield of the car by the same new, with much greater force.

Red eyes, slightly blackened lips, messy hair and a trembling body. Arsya believes that the jerk is now under the influence of alcohol or even drugs.

"Basic bastard!" Arsya again lifted the stone and slammed it against the glass with even greater force.

Brak!

Pyars!

Succeeds. The glass broke and produced a large hole in his third attempt.

"Suckers! Go outside!" Arsya put one hand into the glass and pulled the man's collar until his face stuck to the glass. He did not care even though the end of the glass scratched the skin of his hand.

"Archaea...." Rumi widened her eyes when she realized that the person who helped her was Arsya. He then used the situation to escape. With trembling arms he tried to open the door and get out of the car as soon as possible.

After seeing Rumi was able to get outside, Arsya stomped the body of the jerk catfish and then came down from the top of the hood of the car. He walked quickly to the front door and dragged her outside. The smell of alcohol was immediately striking. Now Arsya believes that the man is not conscious.

"Basic jerk! Guys like you don't want to live in this world!" arsya shouted and then returned to deliver some blows to the man.

However, Arsya did not know, the man had taken a folding knife from the dashboard of his car which is now in the grip of one of his hands.

Instead of feeling annoyed, the man smiled. "He is a pantes for lessons," he said while pointing to Rumi who is now seen sitting near Arsya's motorbike.

"Diem lo, you son of a bitch!" Arsya gave her fist back to the cheek of the jerk.

"He made me and my boyfriend break up!" he said again with a gaze still fixed on Rumi. "Basic child is useless! You know not .. your mother is happier with me! It was just bad luck to him!" The jerk continued to rumble even though it had been battered by Arsya.

"Snake brat. You don't have to be a hero. He's just a son of a bitch! You know .. In fact, his father died because of his nolongin. He should have died, together with his father .. hahaha!"

"Gue said diem, yes diem!" Arsya again gave a few punches on the man's cheek and stomach, until he appeared to be coughing up blood.

"Ck! Damn you," the man raved while holding Arsya's irises. It seems that he has started to feel annoyed because he continues to be beaten by Arsya.

"Buck you shit like a lo who doesn't want to live! Basic gil*!"

Arsya was about to hit that jerk again. However, something cold first felt scratched the side of the stomach. Arsya's movements stopped and took a step back, avoiding the sudden attack from his opponent. Perih immediately felt, he felt the painful part. His lips were cursing when he saw the blood on his hands. He injured?

"God! You snot boy!" the man sneered with a wide grin on his lips. Even Arsya could see rows of teeth full of blood of men in front of her.

"Damn it!" With full strength, Arsya caught the hand of the gang opponent will again attack him with a folding part, then take a step forward and hit the back of his opponent's ear, until finally the jerk fell unconscious.

"Akh, shit. Why does this hurt so much" for Arsya while sitting on the side of the road.

"A-arsha?" Rumi who saw the blood in Arsya's stomach instantly rose with a panicked face. He ran over to that handsome guy's daily vitamin.

"A-arsha. You're bleeding a lot. I-I have to how? This ... It's all because of me." Rumi holds Arsya's body that almost fell down, he presses Arsya's wound that is still bleeding.

"Sir papa. It's not too dalem. Please call my friend, have them come here" Arsya said, handing her phone over to Rumi after she opened it using her fingerprint.

Rumi immediately seeks out his friend Arsya's contact. He knows enough who Arsya's friends are, because he is one of the fans of the handsome face of the guy in front of him. However, now there are no more enchanted words or even screams that are hiteris as usual.

Rumi only felt peerless worry and a million guilt piled up inside her chest until it felt so tight. All this happened to Arsya for helping her.

"Hello, Bro." I heard the voice of someone answering.

Rumi immediately gave it to Arsya and let the man speak for himself. Sobs began to sound. The cry that had not even subsided was now back again with a different taste. If you were to tear out with desperate reasons for almost receiving abuse from her own mother's boyfriend. Now the clear circle went outside more heavily when he saw the blood that was still seeping in between the leather jacket worn by Arsya.

Meanwhile, Arsya was talking to her friend on the phone, when a car suddenly stopped in front of them. Immediately, Arsya and Rumi turned their attention to a woman who looked outward.

"Akh, shit!" arsya spoke in a quiet voice that was still clearly heard by Rumi.