COOLDER
14: THE WORRY

Dema curled up, and tried to stand up. He walked towards me. "Thank you Med. If it wasn't for—" The black-clothed person hit Dema's back from behind, I don't see the person getting up.

Dema fell—crawled slowly on the ground, trying to get back up to hit back. But had not been able to stand, that person had already stepped on the head of Dema, making Dema fall back to the ground.

I immediately chose the button on my wheelchair, my index finger was almost pressing one of them. "Eiitsa. Nu uh, you can't touch it kid!" Two other people in black clothes had already caught up, and one of them held back my hand that was about to press a button on my wheelchair. I was immediately pulled and dropped by him to the ground.

The man immediately kicked my wheelchair away. "I hate that thing. I almost died because of that thing," said the person I shot with the missile—he snorted, annoyed at me.

"Luckily we came on time. You are too weak to face two boys, Iko." They numbered three. With different body posture. The one who met us at the beginning was a thin person, then the one who pushed me was someone with a muscular stock, and the last person had the largest body size and fat.

They all wear black suits. All three wore long black robes dangling downwards to cover their legs. And all three had a cat-faced white mask that they were wearing behind their heads at the moment.

Fat man approaches Dema—pounding his hair. "Haven't we fought him before?" He pointed at Dema's face.

"Hey stop. Don't do that!" I shouted to that man.

"Listen to him Oki. They are still children, don't be rude!" The burly man spoke, and then the head of the Dema was put back on the ground.

Dema crawled slowly towards me. I also tried to get closer to him. "Where is Vi now?" ask Dema—whispering. I shook my head, telling her I didn't know.

"Said Vi wanted to drive these people away. But why are they coming at once, and charging at us like this?" tanya astonished Dema while sighing withstanding the pain in her stomach.

Everyone suddenly silent—no sound, the situation around now suddenly so quiet. The sound of broken twigs and dry leaves is heard clearly, the footsteps of someone heard approaching from the side of the house, the more clear and close his voice.

From the darkness came another person, dressed differently than the others. Dressed in a white robe, the person was present with Vi being carried on his shoulders. "Sorry, this old man came late. Because this girl—"

"AARRGGGH!!!" Dema went to stand— ran towards that person, very angry to see the limp Vi, being carried by an unknown person.

His hand was ready to punch the man. But before Dema's punch hit him, the man had already moved closer to his comrades, making Dema's fist hit nothing and even making him fall to the ground.

The horde of black-robed people instantly laughed seeing Dema tattered and falling. "You think you can beat us twice?" said the skinny guy. They laughed loudly, except for the white robe.

Dema did not give up, she got back on her feet.— growled loudly. This time he made sure he would not miss. "WOWIERGHH!! Basic baji—"

"BUUG... DUG BUUGG!!" The white-robed person directly hit the Dema hard on her stomach. Making Dema pushed back, and immediately lying down did not hold back the pain.

I gulped, shocked to see the thing just now. "God. What did you do to him?" I hurriedly crawled closer to Dema who was already sprawled limp from the blows of the white-robed person. I embrace the Dema, I hear her sigh withstanding the pain in her stomach.

"Dema, cut it! You will not be strong against them alone. I don't want to see you end up in their hands." I clasped Dema's hand full of scratches and spots of wounds.

"Aawws. Look at them, so adorable." One of them laughed mockingly. I ignored the chatter of those people, only concerned with how and what I should do after this.

I'm not done yet thinking of a way to win. Suddenly my body and Dema let out a bright light. The four people were shocked to see him. One wanted to get close, and the other forbade it.

I hugged Dema tighter. I closed my eyes, hoping that this light would bring me a miracle of victory.

Then. "YESUMMM!!"

I heard it clearly. A loud explosion overflowed where Dema and I were lying.

After I felt safe, I tried to open my eyes to make sure what was going on around me.

I saw the faces of those black-clothed people turning deathly pale. Their eyes glared at— gazing in wonder at me.

"Hey who are you?" Shouted the fat man. My eyebrows shot up, since when can I understand what that person is saying? Is because—

"It's aing. Don't you recognize aing? The one who will defeat you all a second time." My mouth suddenly spoke to itself, and let out a distinctive voice and tone of Dema's speech. I hold my mouth. "What happened to Med? It's not like it used to be, when we were in one body. It's different, it's very different, of course" Dema said.

I told Dema, "Come on Dem. Just now I could understand what that fat guy was saying. Not like before."

I'm watching myself now. "Amed, you can now stand up!" dema said cheerfully while laughing proudly.

"Yes Dema. How did this happen?" I was moved— did not stop paying attention to my two legs which can now support me until I can stand without having to use a wheelchair.

I suddenly remembered something. "Wait for Dem. How do you know I'm standing?"

"Yes can laaaah. I can do it..." The cremation suddenly stopped talking.

"What can you do now?" many confused.

Dema immediately shouted cheerfully, telling her that she could see like old times. "Waaah. How could? I can already stand, and now you're no longer blind Dema!" The joy and happiness I had never felt before.

I was too happy, to forget the four people who had been standing in front of us, who now had all three surrounded us with an axe in the hands of the three of them.

No need to wait, the three people in black clothes immediately jumped— invaded us simultaneously from left, right and back.

My right hand raised by itself— pulled the person who was on the right side, throwing him towards the back.

The person behind me didn't think I was going to do it, and he hadn't dodged it yet, his friend had already overwhelmed him. They both fell in the back.

And when the distance of the punch of the person on my left stayed all the way from my face, my body immediately reflexed down— avoided the punch, then punched his chin which immediately made him bounce into the air and then fell to the ground.

The white-robed old man laughed, astonished at his friends who could easily be incapacitated by a small child.

My feet suddenly walked alone towards the old man. "Are you now moving your legs towards that person Dema?" I didn't move my legs, but by itself he moved.

Dema wailed, "Yes it's aing. I told you, it's different than before Amed." I was already standing a meter in front of the old man— facing each other.

"You're going to challenge him right away, Dema?"

"We'll wait for Med. Let Grandpa start it." Dema sabaran, we stand waiting for uncertainty.

Grandpa opened the hood. And immediately clearly visible his old face that was already full of wrinkles, and his long hair that was full of gray hair.

"The problem of the fight I leave to you Dema! I'm not great if it's a hit" I said. Dema told me to relax.

I can if to help think of finding a gap or devising a fighting strategy, it's more I like it because it only relies on brain power, not muscle.

"Let's knock me out, or just finish this grandpa off if you can!" The grandfather smiled, putting on a calm expression. He doesn't even look like he's putting up horses.

Dema was annoyed to see Grandpa was like underestimating him. "Alright if he told aing to start." Dema opened her palms, doing the horses as she did in silat martial arts.

"HIAUU!!" Dema started selling the first blow.

A DUUG! The punch was instantly gripped easily by the old geezer. Dema tried to push her fists, but the grandfather held her very firmly. "What the fuck. He could've held my punch." Dema grumbling.

My clenched hand suddenly let out a light, from the dim and gradually getting brighter. "HIYAAHH!" DEBUUM!

Grandpa was pushed far ahead. The leaves immediately flew over due to the explosion just now. Making my surroundings full of flying dust.

The light in my hand that was bright now dimmed until finally my hand returned not glowing. Does my power come out only if it is united with Dema alone?

"We stay like this only Med, so on. We are stronger when we unite!" ask Dema. I agree with him, it is true that we were both stronger recently, when the two of us re-integrated into one body.

The sound of loud laughter rang out from behind the puff of dust. Old grandpa was out—walking gontai. "A really great shot, son. I almost forgot that the great blow was still there and would still be passed down by those who were pure descendants of the kingdom." The old man scooped the dirt on his robe, and looked back at me. His feet immediately took a swing. And, BUUSHH! THE BUUSSSHH! BUUUUSSH! It moves very fast, moves from left to right, then moves to left again.

I turned my head in all directions, my eyes could not keep up with the speed of his movements.

The wind felt different on top of my head. Shit, I was late to realize his hand that was already a few inches above my head.

I haven't finished my brain thinking about it. My body first took a step back before it almost hit me through the head.

His punch generated a strong wind into the surroundings. My body immediately slammed backwards. "They thought Med! We can die if we don't make a decision just now" Dema said. I apologize for that.

I let out a sigh of relief. The grandfather was still stuck— bent down trying to release his hand that stuck to the ground because it missed and did not manage to hit me.

My right leg was raised in the air. I jumped up, pointing one of my legs towards his face.

Oh my God, he quickly avoided it. Is the old grandfather's energy endless? Honestly, I was getting tired.

The grandfather stopped, standing up straight. "Great servant is also your fighting speed, I'm amazed by him. But still—" I immediately kicked her in the stomach right before she finished making the speech.

His body was only pushed back a few steps. He held onto his stomach which I just kicked. "real said. You're not an ordinary kid." He chuckles.

Just a few minutes strait. He suddenly sat on the ground while covering his mouth. "Gosh, what just happened? Isn't that just a kick—" His mouth spewed out a lot of blood. His friends walked up to him. One cried out of heartlessness, and the other encouraged Grandfather to struggle.

"What did you just do to our Grandpa, HUH?" Shoot the skinny man with the sound of a cry.

Dema tells him that she only gives him regular kicks, and really doesn't know anything beyond that.

"A–anak i–it mastered the ten–legendary kick that only the ke–kidan kingdom," explained the grandfather was broken. The three people dressed in black immediately looked at me, then returned to focus on the old geezer who was starting to die.