Basque : Liberation
Chapter 9; Jiwo.

BRUMM..

The rain has subsided. Alvin's motorbike drove slowly with Lala in the passenger seat. Having previously had a debate first in the basement.

"I'm going home by myself."

"I'm worried. You come home early in the morning rich gini alone."

Alvin didn't ask much. But he continues to force Lala to fulfill her request to be delivered. Until Lala gives up.

Alvin wears a jeans jacket with a retro helmet without glass. His eyes focused forward sometimes looking at the rearview mirror, stealing time to look at Lala.

While Lala wore a standard half face helmet loaned Alvin.

Now his hands are wrapped around Alvin's stomach. The crying is over for tonight. Need a little hug is not wrong, right? At least he didn't want to feel like he was fighting on his own.

"Are you okay?" Circumstances forced Alvin to ask.

Lala did not answer. Just gripping stronger. His cheek rests on the back of a strong man.

"Are you suffering?"

Silent.

A gust of wind whizzed across the faces of the two of them this morning.

"You are mysterious." Alvin said with a slight chuckle. "I know you're strong. But why ask for help occasionally?"

Degg

Words He never got from anyone.

Old town, West Jakarta.

They stopped for a moment. Alvin parked his bike on the side of the road. Lala's been sitting on a long bench on a big beach.

After putting the helmet Alvin followed.

The big time on the edge there are long benches. It was quiet this morning. Only a few lights were lit from the bicycle coffee shopper who was still selling.

"Drink first." Alvin offered a warm tea with a simple plastic sheet.

After Lala slightly sipped. "Rose?"

Alvin chuckles. "A lot of sugar is good tau. Then get rich so early in the morning."

Lala continued to sip again. After the rain overnight plus the cold morning atmosphere is suitable to drink something warm. He began to agree that drinking fresh tea is quite interesting at times like this.

Alvin sat next to him. Put his tea too.

Special treatment from Alvin when Lala slumped made him slowly open his heart. Leaning his face to the shoulder of the man who is always present when he needs to.

"Last I saw you crying over me. But I realize, now you're holding it, right?"

Silent.

"Gapapa makes a good feeling. Not every time humans can feel good." Alvin stroked Lala's hair.

Now Lala clutched Alvin's body and cried. Her tears that had been drained away magically appeared again. Without realizing it already feels this comfortable on Alvin's side.

Replied with Alvin's embrace while clapping Lala's shoulders.

The rain that had subsided was still holding many tears, behind the side of the dark clouds that spilled too late.

Lala cried out with occasional yells taking off weirdly. He could now understand the reason the miserable Melody song could exist. Maybe the song he created when he felt like this.

"It's fine, you will okay." Alvin hugged her tightly again. His eyes looked around. Make sure no one bothers this girl's cries.

Really Alvin did not understand what happened, which he knew Lala suffered bullying a few weeks ago. But this time he couldn't even guess what was going on. And better like that. He didn't want to make Lala sadder by asking what she didn't want to say.

I don't know why he was sad too. Ah yes, Alvin is aware. Because crying and laughter are contagious.

^^^[Anwan does not have a plumbing^^^

^^^Menemananiku crying^^^

^^^Wetting this earth^^^

^^^With a taste of the heart]^^

[Hard flowing wetting cheeks

Removing dust from the heart

It's okay to cry, baby

The earth will soak our tears]

^^^[I wish there was you^^^

^^^Anything I fall^^^

^^^Share the cry on your shoulder^^^

^^^When the heart is not intact]^^

A song accompanied the crying this morning. Lala also understood that Melody's melow song might be more comfortable to listen to at times like this. Make the sun want to appear embarrassed to rise to the surface, because something more shining than it has been present. Something that can light up a person's heart when it's dim.

[*Note: The lyrics of the song listed are original works by the author.]

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The Golden Eagle School.

06.47

Students arrive as usual. Walk in the same direction. Most of them walk. There are also those who ride motor sports or luxury cars.

The blond guy was sitting across the school gate. With some of the men. It's rare to see him like that because as we know he prefers to work alone. That is; Pras.

His eyes looked at every face present that morning.

"Where's the guy? Gua can't wait to teach a lesson." Pras asked who was impatiently waiting.

"That, Boss. The guy!" Shouted one man behind him while pointing.

"Diem!" Sela Pras's. "Don't draw attention. We surround him."

Pras felt he had to get rid of all the threats that existed in the school, for the sake of mortal security. He was after one of the disciples, Vijaya.

He walked on one side of the road to the school gate by himself. Pras lured him to go to school first. Although some of his men had surrounded from the other side of the road. Pras has not given an aba-aba.

At first, Prasasat. Wijaya had noticed some people were observing him. The natural instinct of a human being. But his feet had entered the school gate. It's a long way around the school park.

He saw a man running from the side towards himself. Realizing it was one of the higher-ups of the school organization, Pras. It was followed by attacks from all directions, except one.

The front.

Wijaya threw his backpack. Run as fast as he can. Towards the school field. Some students were knocked down because of his escape. Luckily, he was wearing running shoes this morning. So it helped him on this run.

"Cursue!!" Pras is merciless.

Wijaya's heart was forced to pump fast now. He thought that other officials might have been waiting for him somewhere. Ready to hit him. Some reason He also thought why He could be pursued like this. Is it because Alex is ordered? Means Baskara is also being sought by the higher-ups. It could be that Alex has recovered and told me everything.

He threw away the thought and tried to focus on running away. He is not good at fighting. But about running maybe Wijaya is still reliable.

He entered the school field. Some disciples noticed the commotion that was happening. 'The cats' have happened so early.

"Sorry!" Said Wijaya who hit a disciple. Then again ran on the sidelines of students who were walking to their respective classes. From the front side there was someone ready to catch him.

He turned up the stairs. Turn up and then up the second floor. Now the distance is getting closer He climbed the stairs to the third floor. There's a school supervisor's seat beside the stairs.

Wijaya grabbed the chair and threw it down the stairs, making it difficult to chase. Not just one. Wijaya threw three heavy wooden chairs. Now he's turning through the hallways of the classroom looking for the best escape route. He thought about going down and out of the school again, the possibility of being able to escape, considering there was only one school gate to get out. All sides are surrounded by a high wall.

From the direction of the stairs the pursuing disciple had managed to get rid of the stairs and was ready to pass through. Pras blocked his only escape route.

There's only one more way.

Rooftops.

Wijaya climbed one floor of the stairs again to the school rooftop. He realized it was a dead end but could at least delay the calamity that would befall him.

Once there Wijaya tried to hold the door. While looking for something to hold this. But there's nothing there. He just held it with his body.

The sound of footsteps was approaching and was soon.

BUKK!!

The voice of one trying to break.

Still stuck.

BUKK!!

Still stuck again.

Wijaya realizes again this may be the end. He will be finished off in this deserted place. Without Baskara, that might be the other place being pursued as well.

BUCK!!!

Srekk..

Thumb.

Wijaya fell down because of forced break of the door. Falling rough floor scratches a little elbow, white clothes that sweat dirty because of the fall.

Pras stepped in from behind the door. Approaching him with definite steps.

Definitely finishing.

His men spread out to each side making sure he couldn't run anywhere.

Wijaya got up and ran in the direction he could. Make it cornered walled near the water toren above it.

Pras remained calm approaching. There is no way to run unless it is not dear life by jumping from the rooftop. It was suicide.

Now the disaster is in sight. Things he could no longer avoid. He had to drink this poison that would momentarily hurt him. Resigned with circumstances.

Pras gripped Wijaya's collar.

SETTLE UP!

Pulling her legs up off the floor. That neck hangs in the arms of a high official. With this kind of strength it was no wonder the organization made one of the higher-ups.

'Blonde Monster!'

The nickname that the other student gave him.

"Lu know? Did you make the cave injured?" Ask Pras. "He's not conscious until now."

"Sa-I don't do anything, Bang. It's just-it's"

"Diem you!" Sela Pras." Where's your other friend? That hot-ass boy. Make the organization nervous. If there are students of this school beaten.the cave will advance. Although this student from here is also the culprit."

Silent.

"Lu equals your team is a threat to the organization."

On the other hand, one awakens because of the intelligence going on underneath. From the side of the toren, above the wall where Wijaya was cornered.

Wijaya whose collar is gripped by difficulty breathing. Seeing that Pras let go.

"Uhukk.uk." Wijaya coughed on the floor.

"Now point out the existence of your friend. Wherever he's been chasing caves. You don't need school today." Pras. "Before that you have to understand the cave first."

Pras took a position to beat.

"Please the boy." Say someone from the direction of the water toren.

Make all eyes on him.

He who had been observing since, understood the situation.

"Jiwo?" The whisper of one of Pras' men was in disbelief.

"He's the one who refuses to be the top of the organization." Said another.

"Lu disturb the cave bed, motherfucker!"

[Susanto Manjiwo, Second grade, status unknown.]

Pras slightly trembled at Jiwo. Because he is a man who rarely shows himself.

"But this kid has been troubling me."

"You touch this boy. The cave will intervene." Sela Jiwo's.

The other men were trembling at the threat.

Pras was furious to stay a little more to teach a lesson even Jiwo had to interfere. He had to pull back all his men.

"Other times will cave beat you faster." Pras said as it passed back.

Followed by all his men.

"And one more." Jiwo.

Stopping Pras steps.

"Temen this brat too.., don't you touch."

Pras looked over for a moment and then turned away.

Wijaya stared at a man on top of him fixedly.

Whoever this person is to the top of this school can obey his orders. He guessed, of course, not one of the members of the organization.

Jiwo resumed his sleep this morning. Regardless of Wijaya under it.

Wijaya took a long breath.

Lean walled. Feeling relieved but on the other hand confused what to say to a person who saved him. Because he does not know either. He felt unfortunate because his life was often at the edge of the ravine, as well as relieved because it was always accompanied by luck that came at a crucial time.

Pras is angry because he cannot beat people. The steps until the school lobby. At the end of the hallway from the gate a person took a lying wijaya bag and stepped closer. The aura from him was completely different, shining.

It's Baskara.

"Boss is the one who's losing, Alex." Bisik.

"Mistakenly wrong boss!" Said again.

Pras stepped closer to Baskara. For a moment the direction of their eyes united into a line. But there is not a single word said between them until passing each other and passing.

After a few steps, Pras stopped looking back to be sure. He really wanted to beat someone up, vent his frustration earlier.

"Let's beat it, boss."

Silent.

Pras sighed. "Don't today."

Then he stepped away. Dealing with Jiwo will be more troublesome, better next time. He wanted to make sure the person understood his hierarchical position here. Pras is planning something bigger.

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