Castes
1

The rain drenched the city. Vehicles passed by leaving traces of water on the sidewalk of the road. The dead port was filled with members of a high-class gangster organization. They come together to make large transactions with organizations from neighboring countries.

Container ship docked, threw rope, tied it in port. Simultaneously, the entire members lowered their heads as soon as the organization elder Cruz walked out. With a ferocious look he got off the ship. His tied hair started to whiten but his body remained gallant.

the organization's elder Cruz shook hands with the head of Buntar's organization'.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time, Alvan."

the middle-aged man smiled.

"I haven't shaken hands with you in a long time, Mr. Sog."

They continued the conversation in Alvan's office with more than 200 men. This very important meeting was held to discuss the spice business that will be sent to the country of China. Orders of not only 2 or 3 tons, but more than 20 tons of spices will be ready to be delivered. Alvan asked Elder Sog to meet and discuss this in order to run smoothly.

The meeting went well. Sog signed a contract from Alvan.

"i hope this way our business will be smoother, Alvan."

Alvan did not answer Sog's words, he just smiled. Sog had already gotten into his black sedan car, leaving Alvan's office gate.

The clock is twelve o'clock at night. Alvan told his men to reject all the guests who came, even the president, he was too tired after a long meeting with Elder Sog.

Not dry Alvan's lips, his men called Alvan, saying this was very important. Alvan finally opened the door, telling the men to come in.

"Council 4 is dead tonight."

Alvan's right hand, sitting in front of Alvan, flicked his wet jacket from the rain.

Alvan who was sleepy so opened his eyes wide. What did he just hear? Council 4 murdered?

"are you serious, Vladimir?"

Alvan turned on the television.

Sure enough, tonight at exactly 23:30, Council 4 was found lifeless in his cell room with a state of hanging. The possibility of suicide after he was found corrupt was two billion a week ago.

Council 4 named Chain is very influential in the world of gangster organizations, mafia families, and other gangs. In the quotes "bad". Chain does not want to be bribed by the organization and always proposes laws to trouble the organization. Such as, adding prison sentences for people who like to do illegal levies, parking lots illegally and others.

The last law proposed by Chain was to arrest all the perpetrators of the organization before he was finally arrested because he was known to corruption of two billion.

"he was murdered."

"by?"

"that must be by a great organization."

"Cruz?"

"Possibly not him. As you know, I just had a meeting with elder Sog, discussing the transaction of spices to the country of China. He's from the other side, it has nothing to do with our country."

"it's possible he's a little uncomfortable hearing Chain always being noisy."

Alvan sighed, the television turned off.

Cruz obviously had nothing to do with this. They always close their ears if there is a trivial problem, what else is meddling that is clearly not his business. This is a large organization that has been fed up with Chain's behavior to make him shut up.

The world's dark organization is six and the top is elder Sog, the leader of Cruz's organization. The rest of the organization is almost as large but the one that is highly respected is the Cruz organization. If you are a member of Cruz and come to the grocery store, once mentioned the name Cruz then they will immediately give anything for free, even if it is gold bullion though. First, because Cruz is respected and second because they are afraid of the roof tiles that come from Cruz.

Alvan tells Vladimir to investigate the case. Vladimir had already thrown the file on the table.

"What's this?"

"The evidence that has been gathered."

"Where did you get it?"

"Police, where else?"

Alvan opens the file, looking one by one at the photos shown. It was obvious that Chain's dead body was already stiffly hanging on the ceiling of the cell.

Alvan doesn't really care much about this, but Chain was his best friend in junior high school. They share the same goal of being leaders.

"What do you want to be when you grow up, Van?"

Chain opened the bekel spot he had brought from home.

"Is that your business?"

Alvan answered coldly.

"Loh, as your countryman, I have every right to ask that question, right?"

"Not."

Chain smiled.

"If I have the ambition to be a leader,"

Chain stared out the window next to him. Alvan still doesn't care.

At that time Alvan was a new child moved from an out-of-town school. His father was arrested by the police for a massive corruption case that required Alvan to move to his grandfather's house. One school already knows his father Alvan but Alvan doesn't care, he only cares about himself in order not to be like his father.

His grandfather Alvan always gave advice, "not all in this world are eternal but whose name is the matter of life is certainly eternal. So, no matter how hard your life's trials are, never give up, Alvan."

The sky looks beautiful behind Alvan's house. The wooden stilt house in the middle of the meadow and the small lake beside it, the back of it was right facing west where the eyes of the day began to semitate away.

Black coffee in a steaming glass, hot.

Alvan is still reading his book. Of the many books stacked next to her, it was the 34th book she had read.

"Sometimes being too smart isn't good, Alvan."

His grandfather came from the door frame.

Alvan is still reading books, not looking.

"You know, the depraved people out there are smart people. Economic crisis, nuclear war, it's all too smart, man,"

Grandpa Alvan prepares dinner.

This time Alvan was interested, he closed the book and turned the chair around.

"What makes them so? They are smart people." Alvan asked curiously.

"They forgot one science,"

Alvan rubbed his chin, thinking. Almost everyone who is too smart, they have all the knowledge.

"It's the science of faith, Alvan."

Alvan started not interested, he immediately turned back. Every time his grandfather talked about religion, he wasn't interested in talking about it. Look at his father, he's a religious leader, a councillor, what else is lacking? He remains a depraved human being with no sense.

"They're all different from your father, Alvan."

Grandpa Alvan spoke while cutting vegetables.

"Your father was a great man, and he wasn't wrong."

"Not wrong from where?"

"Your father's-"

"HE'S OBVIOUSLY LIKE A DOG! EVEN A DOG COULD BE BETTER THAN HIM!"

Alvan tidied up his books. Leave the back porch of the house.

Grandpa Alvan could only silently watch Alvan enter the room. Azan Maghrib. Alvan's grandfather prayed and ate his own dinner without his grandson's company.

Time shows 23:30 Alvan decided to leave the room, his stomach has rung since. While sneaking around, Alvan sees his grandfather sleeping on the living room couch with a book on his chest, titled, "law remains law". At first Alvan did not care about the book until he saw a pen name in the book that was none other than his own father.