Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Cab2. Venus Gang

"Gavin's? Lo, Gavin, right?"

The student who was joking with the beautiful man managed to distract Arsya when she mentioned her nickname in country A. Arsya looked at the student's face in front of her with a frowning frown, trying to remember something. However, as hard as he tried, Arsya still found no memory of the man who was now looking at him with a slanted smile on his lips.

"Who are you?" Arsya had to ask to determine her next stance.

"Cakra Cave. Cakra Dikara," replied the student as he raised his eyebrows. That slanted smile was getting sharper.

Arsya widened her eyes, she stared at Cakra from leg to head and then stopped on her face. A shadow of the memories between her and a little boy named Cakra when they were both in elementary school, in country A. However, the two had to separate after graduation as Cakra returned to Indonesia and continued his education here, starting to spin on the kapala. The eyes of the two had met a while before Arsya first diverted it.

"You, Cakra?" arsya asked still in shock.

"Yes. I do." Cakra.

"Welcome to my school, Bro." The two embrace each other's flashbacks as a sign of a reunion after five years apart.

"Know, this is my friend. Fahris. Fahri, this is Arsya, we're going to school in A." Cakra introduced Arsya to his friend, they greeted each other for a while. Cakra sends Arsya to the teacher room to confirm as a new student before entering the class.

"Hi everybody. My name is Arsya, I am moving from country A. Please help." Agra introduced herself as soon as she entered with her homeroom teacher.

"You may sit beside Dikta" pointed the female teacher named Bu Luci at the student who was sitting alone. From his clothes that tend to be too neat and thick glasses that perch on the nose. Arsya can already guess if Dikta is the type of nerdy student and class champion.

"Well, ma'am," nodded Arsya and began to walk her feet toward the table in the side row of the classroom window.

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"Cantin" asked Cakra while patting Arsya's shoulder at a glance.

"I brought supplies," replied Arsya without hesitation showing the bag of supplies that had been prepared by Alisya.

"Sama, I also bring stock. Eat the canteen." Fahri showed me his tuupperware box.

Arsya moved while carrying her bag, following Cakra and Fahri.

In a short time, the closeness between Arsya, Cakra, and Fahri grew. Cakra is also cold like Arsya, it can match Arsya even though their character is almost the same. Fahri plays a silent breaker between the two of them.

As of right now, Arsya was on their way to the cafe, where they promised to meet before going to the martial arts training ground. However, his journey must come to a halt when he sees his classmate being beaten by a group of people to look helpless.

Arsya got out of the taxi she was riding in, then walked quickly to a group of teenagers who were beating up one of her classmates. A black backpack was hanging on one of his shoulders.

"Currently, how dare it wiggle," muttered Arsya with a slanted smile. His gaze, seemed to highlight sharply one by one the teenagers who were now in front of him.

The cold voice that contained the ridicule, of course, was able to make all the men who were busy gnawing at that one person distract them.

"This is not your business. don't interfere if you don't want your fate like him," threatened teenagers with Korean haircuts but have skin that looks brown and dull.

"Ohya? What if we prove it now? Who will lose?" challenge Arsya with confidence. Both of his arms appeared to be chest-sided, showing arrogance.

"What did you say? heh! How dare he be so strong in front of us!" the man even laughed with his friends because he underestimated Arsya who was only alone.

Meanwhile, the classmate Arsya helped was already lying on the side of the road with quite severe injuries all over her head, even her temples, corners of lips, and nose looked bloody. The man looked at Agra with a worried look.

"God!" Agra smiled as he let out a rough breath, looking at the movements of his opponents' bodies.

His irises instantly changed his eyes when he sensed a rapid movement from the right side. Snapping, his hand parried and then hit right on the nose bone of the opponent using his left fist.

Bugh!

On target. The man with long hair took a few steps back while looking down in pain. Blood flowed straight from his nostrils.

"Damn it!" Seeing one of his friends hurt, the other five men were provoked with emotion. They attacked Arsya simultaneously. However, the irregular and messy attack, even makes it easier for Arsya to break every fist that comes at him.

However ....

Bugh!

One fist that was hard enough to touch his left cheek until Arsya's head turned forcefully to the right. Salty taste mixed with fishy directly dominates the mouth with bruises on the tip of the lips.

Arysa spat out the saliva that was already deep red because it was mixed with blood. He rubbed the tip of his lips that felt wet with the tip of his thumb. Quite sick, although it does not make mental fighter Arsya reduced in the slightest. It even made him more excited.

"Ah, fuck. I can get a lecture if Mommy finds out."

Arsya even imagined what if the mother who is very protective it will babble long because of seeing this small wound. That's a big disaster.

"Okay, this time I will no longer play with you guys," Arsya said as she re-mounted the horses and received an attack from the opponent.

The unbalanced fight also occurred on an alternative road that was quiet. There were only a few vehicles passing by, and no one dared to break up the fight between Arsya and the obscure men.

Not until five minutes, the fight was over with the five men lying scattered on the streets. Various wounds seemed to fill their bodies. In fact, there are unconscious made.

So what happened to Arsya?

He was still standing upright even with a feisty smile on his lips. It seemed, the fight just a moment ago was not a scary thing for him. Instead, it was a fun thing.

"Huh! It's exclaiming. I was finally able to train properly after a month back here" he said, confirming his messy, dirty clothes. His hands were busy patting the dust that had already scattered all over his body.

"Go on, if you don't want me to make it worse!" drive Arsya out with his swagger. They also forced themselves to wake up with pain all over their bodies, supporting each other and then going up to their respective motors.

"Awas lo! Our business is not finished. Look at our revenge!" said one of them while pointing at Arsya and staring at him full of hostility.

"Yes, I'm waiting!" arsya's nods were full of confidence. He stared at the departure of his opponents with a complicated look in his eyes. I don't know what he's thinking? Maybe only he knows.

"Thank you. I don't know what it's gonna be like if you don't let me."

Agra's attention was now on the man she helped, she seemed to be standing slightly bowed beside him. One of his arms is in the abdomen, probably holding back the pain.

"Do you want me to go to the clinic or the hospital?" Reluctant to respond to thanks from his classmate, Arsya chose to switch the conversation.

"Oh, if you're not busy, can you please find me a taxi?" asked Vareen while grimacing in embarrassment.

"Lo Arsya, right? New student in class? You should start now be careful with them, maybe they will come back for revenge for today's events" continued Vareen again.

Arsya seemed to frown when she heard the words from Vareen. "Who are they? I've never been afraid of anyone."

"They are members of Venus, the city's notorious motorcycle gang. They don't hesitate to kill their opponents" Vareen explained.

"Lo what's their business like this?" Now Arsya even turned curious with Vareen. A week of school in the same class, Vareen looks like a teenager who is relaxed, humorous, cheerful, to look cheerful. Life is like no burden.

"Gue accidentally hugged one of their members during a wild race," replied Vareen weakly.

"He's dead?" ask Arsya directly.

"No really. But, his leg's broken."

"Ck!" Arsya shook weakly. He took his foot one step forward when he saw a taxi passing by.

"That's already been cleared. Next time be more careful, or you can call me," Arsya said after stopping a taxi for Vareen.

"Thank you, Yes-"

"Call me, Ar." Arsya immediately corrects the call from Vareen. He didn't like anyone calling that name his family.

"Ah, yes. Thanks, Ar." Vareen immediately corrected his words.

Arsya exhaled slowly, then took her bag that had been thrown at any time fighting, and chose to continue her journey on foot.

However, only about five hundred meters Arsya walked, a black car seemed to stop in front of him, making Arsya forced to stop his steps.

"Ck!" Arsya clucked softly while throwing her face. Even so, his body moved to face the car door that began to open.

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