Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.14 Wounds

"Arya?" A girl is seen getting out of the car, then approaching Arsya and Rumi who are still sitting on the side of the road.

"Oh my goodness, you're bleeding?! What's really going on?" The girl with the hair on the horse looked surprised when she saw the blood in Arsya's stomach, as well as the man lying unconscious, not far from there.

"It was just a small accident" Arsya replied while slightly throwing her face away. He knew quite well the face of the girl in front of him, although they were not too close either.

Shania, one of Arsya's classmates. A cherry and a little tomboy. However, Shania is also a member of the school health department. It is easy to remember a rare type of girl like Shania.

"Let me see the wound" Shania said, drawing closer to Arsya.

Rumi automatically retreated, giving Arsya some distance so that Shania could check her wound.

"I told you, the cave doesn't papa." Arsya refused.

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Without waiting for some time, Cakra and the core members of Atropos came to the location. They looked surprised by what happened to Arsya. Moreover, there are men who are unconscious with battered conditions.

"Take him to the police station" Arsya told Cakra. He had gotten better after his wound was treated by Shania. Finally after going through some long debates between the two and assisted by Rumi, Arsya wanted to be treated by Shania.

"But how are your wounds?" Dikta who saw there were blood spots on Arsya's shirt stared worriedly at his friend.

"Gue ain't papa. He is the same as her" replied Arsya, pointing at Shania using her chin.

Dikta glanced at Shania, then nodded her head faintly.

"Lo, could you please bring Rumi to the police station?" ask Shane to Shania.

"could. It just so happens that I'm also free" Shania nodded.

"Where are you going?" cakra asked when he saw Arsya rise and return wearing a jacket that had been exposed to a lot of blood.

"Gue has a little business. I'll go there later. Please get him in the police station."

"Do you want anterin? I don't think it's good if you drive in a wound like this." Vareen offered.

"No need. You guys take that jerk to the police station. I can still be alone" Arsya refused.

After a long negotiation, they finally separated. Arsya first contacts Isha and informs Rumi of her condition after seeing all her friends leave.

"Young master, you should be checked immediately. Let's help you to the hospital." At that moment, the shadow guards who had been detained for out of hiding by Arsya came over.

This was one of the matters that he had to finish immediately. His shadow guards would report what was happening now to his father, if he did not meet them and make sure everything was okay.

"I'm doing fine. You saw it for yourself, didn't you? I've been treated," Arsya refused.

"But, Young Master-"

"Here you go, don't exaggerate the problem. I just scratched a little. Don't let this happen to Daddy either. Or maybe you want to be punished like this morning again?" Arsya's threat. He got on the bike and put on his helmet.

"Young master, you better come with us."

Arsya sighed lazily.again, his shadow guards magnified the problem and worried excessively.

"I'm just going to Atropos headquarters to clean up and change clothes" Arsya sighed lazily. He closed his helmet glass and started to turn the bike.

The shadow guards stepped back and gave way to Arsya. They simultaneously exhaled rough breaths, while looking at Arsya who was getting further away from view. It is difficult to be in the position of those who are only a subordinate, from a strong chairman and the son of a disobedient chairman like Agra and Arsya. It's wrong, that's how they always feel.

After cleaning up, Arsya follows Rumi, Shania, Isha, and the Atropos core to the police officer. Although he is the son of a mafia leader, Agra and Arsya still choose to report petty criminals to the police.

Basically, they do not like to play judge themselves, if it does not concern the safety of the family, or the company. However, if it is outrageous, then do not blame it, if it is no longer handcuffs that speak, but a row of weapons. From the blunt, sharp, or even various types of firearms made by the Black Eagle organization itself, who will speak and punish the troublemakers.

"Young master?" Someone immediately greeted Arsya in a soft voice, as soon as the man set foot on the floor of the nearest police station.

"GST...." Arsya blinked her eyes, gesturing for the man who was the shadow bodyguard following Isha to greet her.

"Where?" arsya asked when she saw the four friends sitting in the waiting chair.

"Rumi again checked in the dalem. There was also a friend who came and came in" replied Fahri.

Arsya nodded, she looked at the black-colored door that seemed to be tightly closed. Then, said slowly while turning his eyes to Fahri and his three other friends. "Gue go in first. You guys go home, I can take care of this myself."

A few hours in a narrow room and answered a series of questions, before the night finally Arsya and Rumi went outside simultaneously. While Isha and other friends have told Arsya to go home first. Isha did not even know about the wound on her stomach, as it was too focused on Rumi's state.

"Gue anter lo go home," said Arsya after arriving at the parking lot and he climbed on his bike. He took the helmet he borrowed from Vareen and gave it to Rumi.

"But, lo's wound?" Rumi looked doubtful. His face still looks cloudy.

"Udah better," answered Arsya briefly. She swans the helmet again in her hand, until Rumi finally accepts.

"I'm sorry, because I'm hurt. You also have to be trapped at the police station until this late," said Rumi with a trembling voice. His head lowered deeply, staring at the grains of sand in the parking lot of the police station.

Arsya nodded, then started the motor. "Good."

Rumi put on Arsya's helmet and rode on the bike of the man who had helped her.

"Where's your house?" ask Arsya before starting to advance the bike.

Rumi slightly bowed her body and then mentioned her home address.

"The new gue here, can you show me the direction?"

Rumi nodded, though Arsya could not see it. Then, say. "From here take it to the right."

Arsa nodded her head faintly, then began to drive her motorcycle out of the precinct. The cold night wind instantly hit the bodies of the two. Arsya drives leisurely, breaking the silence of the night. He was quite concerned about Rumi, when he saw no one picking up or even to the police station at the time when the girl almost experienced a bad incident.

No one took the initiative to open their voices first, both of them enjoying the journey with silence. There was only the roar of the machine accompanying the two in the shadow of the incident earlier this afternoon.

Arsya's attentions were sidetracked when a rumbling sound suddenly broke their silence. He raised his head, seeing how dark the night sky was, not even he could see a single star there. Everything was blocked by the clouds that were shaking, preparing to pour out the water soaking the earth.

"Kayaya wants to test. Grip," said Arsya while preparing to drive the bike even faster.

"What?" Rumi who did not hear too clearly Arsya's voice, bent back down and asked right on the side of Arsya's face.

"Handle, I want to speed," answered Arsya briefly.

Rumi looks clumsy, she squeezes her hand before finally venturing out to hold on to the black hoodie Arsya wears.

However, at the same time, Arsya braked suddenly his motor, until Rumi's body was pushed forward and ended by sticking to Arsya's back. His hands were coiled around his waist until they were tightly linked to the man's stomach.

Behind his helmet, one corner of Arsya's lips is pulled up to form a thin arch.

"Sorry, there was a cat passing earlier," he said as he began to push back the speed of his motorbike at a fairly high speed.

Rumi did not answer. The girl is now busy with her heart thump that feels hunting. Don't blame her nervous half-dead, when the smell of the beach mixed with a hint of woody fragrance greets her sense of smell. Blame it, the guy in front of him who immediately braking suddenly until now his body and head are firmly attached to the back of his daily vitamin guy.

Rumi closed her eyes, she breathed in the scent that had made her heart beat unnaturally and caused a sense of security. He was replacing the bad memories of this afternoon with the good ones that happened tonight.

Wouldn't no one be able to heal the wound from a bitter memory other than himself? Yeah, then that's what Rumi is doing right now. Healing traumas due to almost being a victim of abuse with vitamins that may now be concurrently being a cure for him.

Could it be, if I start wishing you could be a vitamin and medicine for me, forever? whispered Rumi in heart.

Slowly, the sound of the surrounding vehicles even the roar of Arsya's motor engine disappeared. Rumi was immersed in a body scent that was able to calm her down. The girl did not even realize that Arsya had stopped her bike and was calling her name.

"Rumi's? Lo sleep?" arsya asked while trying to pat Rumi's challenge link on her stomach.

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