Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.5 Threats

"Yes, please bring supplies for Isha yes," said Alisya while putting two bags of provisions on the dining table.

"Where is he going, Mom?" asked Arsya who did not see her sister this morning.

"He left this morning, this morning. He said there was a task that he forgot to do, so he wanted to make the same agreement to do together," replied Alisya relaxed. He sat down in front of Arsya and started having breakfast together.

"Oh...." Arsya nodded faintly.

"Mommy has told Isha, she will wait in front of the school gate" continued Alisya again.

"Yes, Mommy," said Arsya.

...🦅...

"Rone...." Alisya immediately hugged her best friend when she just arrived at a chicken porridge shop subscription both.

"Sha, how should I let my mom realize and get away from that guy?" batang Rumi was still in a state of embracing Isha.

"Prophey, Rum. I'm sure, sooner or later your mom will also know the behavior of her guy." Isha patted Rumi's back slowly, trying to calm her best friend's feelings.

The hug of the two was released once the porridge of their order had come. Isha prepares to take intestinal satay and ati ampela Rumi's favorite while saying slowly. "Mending lo breakfast first, there is no point you do not eat. Don't tell me the same jerk."

Rumi nodded, she started concocting porridge for him. Isha smiles. Although Rumi's life is not perfect, at least her best friend always faces her with an open mind.

Any errands? Not at all. That's just an excuse because in the early hours of the morning, Rumi called her and complained if her mother returned home with her lover in a drunken state. When that is the case, Rumi chooses to lock herself in the room and will leave the house in the morning blind.

It was disgusting to see his own mother having to make out with foreign men who were even much younger than his mother Rumi.

Is Rumi who admires handsome men just like her mother? Sure didn't. Actually his speech and attitude was only as a way to comfort all the problems that occurred in his home.

...🦅...

"Bang, you brought a bekel from Mommy, right?" ask Isha on the phone.

"Yes. Where are you going to meet me?" asked Arsya who was used to not being recognized as a sister by Isha.

"Lo tipped my lunch at the stall before school, I've said the same to him anyway," replied Isha.

"Eum" murmured Arsya, without any protest.

"Where is Lo now? Did you do your job?" ask Arsya.

"Udah, this is my way back" replied Isha.

"Be careful." Arsya hung up the phone as soon as she said that. His gaze looked straight ahead, where there were two girls standing on the side of the road.

Isha and Rumi. Yes, indeed who else is the girl that Arsya cares about besides her only sister. Although he knew that his father's shadowy men must be around his sister, but still, it was not calm if he did not see for himself the situation of Isha.

"Road, sir," Arsya said as soon as she saw Isha and Rumi get into the public transport.

"Follow it first, as usual," Arsya said again.

"Well, young master," nods the driver who is every day on duty to pick up and drop Arsya off at school.

The car drove off following the public transport boarded by Isha. Arsya will tell the driver to overtake her after approaching the school.

...🦅...

"We go to the front of the school first yes," Isha pinta told Rumi as they were both standing crowded in the bus.

"What do you want to do?" asked Rumi who looked confused.

"My mommy I have nitipin in there," replied Isha.

"Ribet." That one word had already made Rumi nod in agreement, although there were still many questions in her mind.

"Okay," nodded Rumi.

Moments later, the two girls were seen descending at a bus stop near the school, then walking a few meters to the stall opposite the school to pick up supplies.

However, their move is forced to stop when Rumi sees Arsya out of their destination stall.

"Geez, Sha .. Did I see wrong? A class of tajir men twisting Arsya's kayak is in that stall?" asked Rumi enthusiastically. The girl seemed to close her mouth with widened eyes. He seemed to be very surprised by the new sight.

"Ck! No need for that, Rum. Maybe he has something to do here." Isha, who was bored with Rumi's attitude, seemed to roll her eyes and then stepped first, leaving Rumi who was still fixated, staring at Agra who was walking as if approaching her.

"She, I didn't dream, did I? He took me, Sya," muttered Rumi who was not even able to be in with Isha.

"Yes?" Rumi only realized that her best friend had walked away from her, even now she was in front of the stall.

"Jeez, my son is the same. My legs are stiff," grumbled Rumi who saw that Arsya was getting closer to him. His body suddenly felt you were too nervous.

Until, when Arsya was only a few steps away from him, suddenly a speeding motor sounded the horn very fast because it lost balance.

"Akh!" rumi's screams were startled when her eyes glimpsed the motor almost crashed into her. He closed his eyes while covering his ears with both hands. But after a long time passed, he felt no pain from falling at all.

"No pain, huh? I think I'm dead right away." Rumi muttered still with her eyes tightly closed.

"Lo's not dead."

The deg!

Rumi's heart, which initially seemed to stop from being shocked and a spontaneous fear, suddenly thumped back with a very tight rhythm.

Whose voice is that? Death angel? batin Rumi still thinks if he was hit dead.

"Lo's not dead, so open your eyes now!" The boy's voice sounded back.

Rumi furrowed her brows, she only realized that the heavy voice felt foreign. Slowly he opened his eyes until now he saw clearly the face of a man who was very close to his face. He also just realized that now his position is in the arms of the man.

"Ck!" The man clucked weakly and then started to lower Rumi's body from his lap.

"A-astaga?" Rumi muttered softly with a body that came back unsteady. Fortunately, Isha who left him is back.

"Lo what the hell? Let's go back to school. Pull the bell in." Isha immediately pulled Rumi's body to stand behind her.

"Thank you for nolongin me," he continued and then immediately went from there.

Meanwhile, from the bridge, another man appeared to be holding his chest while watching two girls who began to set foot on the first step. A moment later, his gaze shifted to the guy who had helped Rumi.

Their sharp eyes met when the helper also stared at him. A slanted smile seemed to be imprinted on the lips of the helper.

"Ngapain dah you wear falls into the arms of a guy like that" murmured Isha.

"Who is he? I never saw him around school." Rumi looked confused. The man who had helped her looked strange in her eyes.

"Don't know me, but from his appearance .. I don't think he's a good guy." Isha continued to walk quickly over the crossing bridge.

Meanwhile, Arsya who also chose to leave immediately before Isha realized its existence. However, before that, he received one message from an unknown number.

[This is just the beginning. Our business is not finished!]

Arsya doesn't know where the pesa came from. However, maybe it's among the violent motorcycle gangs that deal with Vareen, or the school brandals that yesterday harassed Dikta. For this time, that possibility was all he could think of. Remembering himself also does not know many people.

Why should I target Isha's best friend? Does he know my relationship with Isha? arsya's mind feels this is quite dangerous, if until his enemies know Isha is his biological sister.