Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.4 Bully

"Ngapain you on?!" Arsya asked while staring furiously at some students who were now stopping their activities.

"Well, it turns out this is the new kid who's already throwing our school uproar, boss!" report one of them with the tip of the uniform in the fold. His body was slightly thin with mature brown skin. Looks like he knows what happened on Arsya's first day of school.

"Oh, so this is the new kid?" A student with the tip of the uniform deliberately not inserted into his pants and two buttons at the top of it was open turned and then walked closer to Arsya with a haughty style.

"Lo gapain? Want to be a hero?" The man's ears seemed to press down on Arsya's chest while staring with a disdainful smile on his face.

"Who wants to be a hero? I'm just nanya," answered Arsya casually, he removed the guy's index finger from his chest, then patted his uniform slowly, as if there was dirt there.

"Please continue," continued Arsya again. He stepped his foot into the urination area and began to do his wish.

Meanwhile, Dikta was silent with a heavy breath, his gaze had glanced at Arsya with a flat gaze, even though he seemed to need help. I don't know what that guy was thinking?

"Curtain!" The guy threw his spit next to Arsya's shoes. It seems he was quite disturbed by Arsya's arrival.

"Continuous. He must know the consequences of daring to fight us" said the student who was called boss by the others.

Arsya is still focused on throwing away his wish, he let Dikta take a few blows first. For now, removing a pile of urine in the bladder is more important than helping his desk mate, who doesn't even ask for his help.

After finishing with his wish and re-justifying the zipper, he began to step closer to three brandal students who were struggling with Dikta. Without any guilt at all, he placed the hand that he had not washed on the shoulder of the man called the boss, as if he was making the man's clothes as his lap.

"God! It's disgusting, lo!" Obviously, the guy immediately brushed off Arsya's hand while grimacing amusedly.

"Look out, Bro. I just want to nitip my urine on your shirt," said casually Arsya, he smiled without sin.

"Wrn*ng! What a bitch you are!" Not waiting long, the emotions of the brandal male boss were ignited emotions. He raised his fist towards Arsya's face. However, Arsya immediately caught him swiftly.

"Don't expect you to touch the face of the cave!" hissing Arsya while gripping his opponent's wrist and began to rotate it. From now on he had to completely keep his face safe, because the wounds there were more dangerous than in his other body. At least he could cover it up, unlike his face.

"Curtain! Of value? Who are you? President's son?" furious against Arsya while trying to hit Arsya again with his other hand.

Bugh!

The sound of the punch was not from the fist of the opponent who managed to touch Arsya. Nah! That's a big mistake. On the contrary, it is precisely Arsya's hand that moves faster to fend off his opponent's blow. And, at the same time, his legs also moved to paralyze his opponent's legs, so that the man called the boss immediately collapsed and knelt in front of Arsa with his hands locked. He can no longer grumble.

"Lo both still want to bully him? I will also do the same right, to this lo boss," said Arsya relaxed.

The two guys looked at each other confused, they lost control because the boss was paralyzed first. Meanwhile, Arsya's opponents still manage his breath and embarrassment, because he was defeated by Arsya with just a few moves.

"However you are still silent! Get him out now!" tell the boss after calming down and holding back his embarrassment.

"I-yes, boss." The two answered simultaneously while passing Dikta then approached Arsya with a face of fear.

Arsya also released his opponent with a little pushing movement, until the body of the man hit the bodies of two other men.

"Behold if you dare to bully me again," muttered Arsya complete with a sharp look.

The three men were no longer able to answer, they immediately walked out of the boys toilet as quickly as possible.

After making sure the three bullies left, Arsya again turned his attention to Dikta who began to rise by resting on the washbasin.

"Do you want to take me to the UKS?" asked Arsya when she saw Dikta having trouble walking.

"Not to be so good."

Arsya raised one of his eyebrows, he was quite astonished when he received a rude rejection from Dikta. In fact, in fact, he was the person he had just helped from bullying.

"Gue know, you're nolongin me, because there's a want, right?" connect Dikta again while starting to straighten his body and take his broken glasses because of a fall.

"I accuse you," murmured Arsya still with a slanted smile on her face.

"Lo is honest. Lo nolongin me too because I want to tell you to do your chores, right?" Dikta is still judes on Arsya.

"It's up to you, it's." Arsya is lazy to explain. He chose to pass immediately from the man's toilet room. Dikta died which only enatao his departure with suspicious eyes.

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"Are you doing your plan?" agra asked as she sat alone with Arsya in her study.

"Eum. I've chosen some of its core members" Arsya nods confidently.

Agra nodded faintly, it turned out that his eldest son was moving faster as well to realize his wish that had been revealed since one year ago. The reason as well as the condition for Arsya to return and settle in this country.

"I want to go back to Indonesia, but Daddy has to let me build my motorcycle gang." That was the condition Arsya said when they discussed together, a week after Andrew's funeral.

Yep. The aged man gave up and chose to follow his wife after battling a deadly disease alone. During this time, he hid his pain from everyone, including Arsya who lived with him even once.

Arsya, only learned of the condition of the grandfather after Andrew's disease was not helped and with only a period of a few days, the man who had accommodated him since the age of seven years, he fell into a coma and finally left for good on the third day he was unconscious.

For Arsya, it is not easy to return to Indonesia, when his childhood spent in the country with his grandfather. Leaving behind all the memories of his time together, he is reluctant to come home with his parents and his sister.

"Give me some time, Dad. I'll catch up if it's time to go to school." That is what Arsya said when Agra, Alisya, and Isha persuaded him to go home together.

"alright. We'll wait for you there." Understand with Arsya's mental condition after Andrew's departure. Agra, Alisya, and Isha also chose to give up and give Arsya time to stay longer in country A.

"May Daddy know, who are the prospective members you have chosen?" ask Agra. He shaved a cup of bitter coffee as his second conversation partner in the late night.

"Tomorrow I'll send the details to Daddy. To be sure, they are not random people and it is appropriate to join my motorcycle gang" Arsya explained, reassuring her father of her choice.

"Have you spoken to them?" Agra looked at the child's face.

"No, yet" jawan Arsya relaxed. He took out a crystal glass filled with his favorite kiwi juice. Then, drink it.

"What if they refuse?" ask Agra while frowning. I don't know what his son will do, so he easily chooses members without asking the question first.

"Either. I haven't thought about it." Arsya flicked her shoulders, indifferent.

"Jeez, this kid ...." Agra sighed softly while staring at the surprised eldest child.

"Anyways, Deddy doesn't have to interfere in this business. Let me handle it myself," said Arsya relaxed, without knowing Agra who is still half-hearted with Arsya's wishes.

The chatter of two men of different ages continued until almost midnight. Arsya only moved after Alisya warned him to go to sleep immediately, considering that tomorrow he had to go back to school.

"Where? Does he want to forget his desire to make a biker gang?" alisya asked, after Arsya said goodbye and went to her room. Now in that room there were only the two of them. His face looked worried.

Arga shook his head slowly, before answering a question from his wife. "It looks like his words are serious. He's even started designing a recruitment plan."

"What's? Why didn't you prevent it?" Alisya filed a protest.her mother looked manyun with furrowed brows.

"This is our promise, baby. He won't like it if we pull back our speech" explained Arga gently. He hugged his wife who was turning her back.

"But, I'm worried, brother," Alisya said.

"Me too, baby. Just a minute, yeah. I'm sure it won't take long. Nor will I let him plunge into the underworld himself."

Alisya exhaled a rough breath. As a mother, she was still not willing if the child would plunge into the same path as Agra. However, he also could not force the will of the child to follow his wishes. The fact that is happening now is ... Agra is the heir at once nurturing that feeling.