After Two Decades
Finish the History

Me and the opponent in front of each other face to face. Sharp and full of irony. Then I looked at the back of his hand. Highlighting the crochet of dice drawings and numbers there, to find out his identity. And what I got was, this opponent of mine was Dadu Lima. I looked back at his face again, which implied the cruelty and gloom of the criminal world. However, I don't know why his face is familiar. Like I've seen somewhere. Not only his face, but his expression. I was sure exactly once, I had met him and he was staring with such a facial expression, but who and where? I can't remember. I don't have time to think anyway. This guy I need to clear up quickly.

Then my left fist came, and my right fist followed. However, both of them repelled him, then hit him straight for the neck. I held back with both hands, but she pushed my body so I retreated a few steps. Then this last opponent of mine took a spinning kick that hit me twice in a row. It was very fast and I could not avoid it. Then the kick hit my chest and my face so hard. I fell backwards screaming in pain. But not for long, I rolled back and got up. As he advanced sending another kick, I moved to the side and charged back from a direction he could not escape. His cheeks collided with the soles of his shoes, immediately his body slammed to the side.

Brakk, my opponent's body slammed onto the floor exactly at the same time as his partner who was also slammed by Jan across there. So they rose up with explosive anger, growling savagely hunting their respective opponents.

Dice Five forward brings double fist. Hit from two directions. I lowered my head and directly hit his stomach area. Damn, my opponent is still able to stand up, he moved bent down and deflected my hand. The next movement, he sent a punch from the left direction. I ducked around while sending slurping his legs. With his nimble movements he managed to escape my attack. Immediately I deal with the punch, a quick varied attack instead of playing. However, a few minutes passed with such a move, not a single one of my attacks hit the target. The faster I move, the more agile he dodges. It seems that he is under pressure because he has no gap to attack back, but actually I am tired for a long time. I've been fighting for almost an hour, conquering two fighters who can't be underestimated. Now I have to face a fighter who is just as strong but with fresh stamina. So in my moves as fast as I did, my opponent always managed to dodge. And his name is exhausted, I want to stop too. And that opportunity is used by the opponent as well as possible. He kicked around, until my body was thrown away. No kidding, I hit a wall that felt far behind us. Damn again, my opponent has appeared again in plain sight, rewarding me a fist right into the face. I tried to dodge it by lowering my head, but the box, the fist was faster than my movements.

"Aakhs!" I was suffocated, then fell to the floor. I was barely conscious. My eyes were already twitching, the noise of the whole room was already dimming in my ears. I am weak and no longer strong to rise. And when I could see clearly, Dadu Lima prepared to finish me off with her ultimate kick.

That move is targeting my head. I thought, I'm finished tonight. The wounds all over my body need not be counted anymore. This opponent's final attack would only complete everything. However, once in the recesses of my heart, I did not want to give up and did not want to despair. Ever since I was a kid, I've been used to being beaten. Already accustomed to being gang-raped, used as moons, treated like a thief caught by people who are emotional. My body has become a subscription to kicks, lashes, punches, and all kinds of physical violence. Without me being able to fight. Just whimpering, and complaining of pain. All the bad boys, the big-ass upperclassmen, or classmates who were unhappy with me, came together to judge me wildly. It became a bad memory of my childhood. Indirectly shaped my personality. When I was growing up, I didn't stay away from violence. The job I choose is one that cannot be separated from violence, fighting and fighting. Even worse than just beating or doing any physical violence, because my work also includes killing when there is no other way. There have been many wicked men, and opponents who have met their end in my hands in my journey. However, it seems that tonight I am meeting my real opponent, who will not forgive. In a few seconds his shoes would hit, taking out the rest of my energy and consciousness.

However, there is a little secret about the story of my children to the present day. Which makes me not hate the world. Which makes me never think that everyone's the same. Because there are people who are loyal to protect me from the cruel world that I face. There are humans who dare to put up a body to protect my body that is filled with wounds. Who else would it be if not Jantoro. My friend whose solidarity is beyond doubt. He was the one who always stood up for me, and saved me from whoever the brave kids fucked with me. From our childhood, until we grow up. And until tonight, Jan still remains the old Jan. For the last time, he saved my life.

Because a fraction of a millisecond before the opponent's kick hit hard on the batok of my head, his body was suddenly violently crushed until it was thrown to the side. Banging into the corner of the room and sprawling. Complaining pain.

I gasped and blinked, feeling really relieved and grateful to have survived the tense moments. I didn't see what made my opponent suddenly throw there, but I knew right away, once a helping hand came. Jan. He saw my desperate situation. So he rushed to fall down his opponent and ran to me. With a very fast and powerful movement, he jumped crashing as hard as he could. The timely plunge that saved me, because if it was a fraction of a millisecond too late then the storyline would end with bad luck for me.

Without hesitation I accepted that hand. Get up and take a sharp glance at my opponent who has also started to rise in the corner of the room. I blink, relax my muscles, try to regain strength and strength. Jan and I stood side by side, watching the opponent's movements.

"Thank you, Jan!"

"Don't give up, buddy! You have to" replied Jan.

"certain."

"And I'm proud to be able to do this together, our childhood dream, right?" sahutku.

"Of course," Jan smiled wryly. "Now let's finish!"

I nodded in spirit.

"For your father!" whispered Jan. His voice whispered, but it shook in my ear. The vibration spread to the bottom of the heart. Then instantly I was like being electrocuted which triggered adrenaline. Suddenly both my eyes were wide with passion. Suddenly my wounds and pains were no longer felt. Suddenly my head was burning with excitement. Suddenly my heart was pounding and my breath was hunting. Suddenly a power emerged that ran through my veins. Suddenly my muscles became back strong and ready for combat. Suddenly it was like I was getting a stream of energy that replenished my stamina. Suddenly my chest was hammered by a magical injection of Jan's words that really affected my emotions.

So in the next second after the whisper of Jan penetrated deep into my soul, that moment I immediately shouted as loudly as I ran to the opponent like a starving tiger that got delicious prey in plain sight. I don't see Jan anymore, maybe he's running fiercely towards his own opponent. While I've roared ferociously attacking blindly. My opponent was a little surprised to see what happened to me. For a few minutes, he could only continue dodging my ferocious attacks with an astonished face. My punch was targeting various important parts of his body. My kick made the area of his movement narrow. My unpredictable movements have pushed opponents to the edge of the wall many times. My opponent this time I really made no wrinkles, no gap of items at all. Twice, three times, up to six times my blows he couldn't avoid. Stripping the neck, chest and stomach. And I didn't stop. I didn't see, but I was sure that Junior Fadz-Riel was currently standing dumbfounded with wide eyes and a gawking face looking at my actions that were like a raging monster. Anger, resentment, passion, and various emotions mixed together and I turned them into strength. I'm like a video game fighting character who gets a super power update to conquer the final vilain.

In my childhood, I was content to be beaten and kicked. Raised by pain and hatred. So tonight, I proved that I was able to turn things around, swap positions. I am the one who is now hitting and kicking. To kill the bad guys in their own way. Maybe someone will think that what is the difference between me and them? If I reply in the same way, then I am the same as them. Caring demon. I was raised by deep resentment and hatred. I don't know where the bad boys who used to be careless to me went. And so with this work, I took out all the pain that had been lodged in my soul for years. These scars all over my body are silent witnesses to the process of growing up I was accompanied by violence. Wounds are beings who do not want to leave my life. So, I made that wound a super power to move on with my life. Protecting honor and making my way.

And so tonight, a fist that two decades ago was helplessly weak is now moving at high speed to hit the face of the opponent. No wonder Dadu Lima refused to hit the wall. He was complaining of pain.

While across the street, I could hear screams of pain. Dadu Six was hit by Jan's powerful kick. The kick made him lose his balance and staggered backward. So in those seconds, Jan finished by running past him, then jumped and stood on the wall. Use that wall as a repulsion to spin hard on the back of the opponent's head. So Dadu Six was immediately slammed onto the floor. Falling helpless. Seeing that my spirit became ignited again. I looked back sharply at my opponent who was still lying limp on the side of the wall.

"Yeah!" My shout accompanied the kick that hit the left side of his chest very hard. He was strangled long with a heartbreaking voice. It was exhausted and helpless. So I finished it without hesitation by launching the ultimate attack. With the style that I imitated from his colleague earlier, Dadu Tiga. My right leg that still had not come down from his chest I made a pedestal for me to jump around and hit hard. The strike hit his cheek at high speed.

"Welloooooo!" He screamed long. I landed perfectly in a half-kneeled position, then immediately stood on her back in style. While my opponent fell to the side, face down. Captured helplessly. Not moving one bit.

And so that night, in the hands of me and Jan who said Junior was the most dangerous youth duo of the decade, Six Eyes of Dice finished its history.