Different One
Eps. 22 Facing Raging Rentiers

Xavier doesn't know why Jorell refused his invitation to leave. Even if the man named Richard was angry with the two of them, they certainly could not fight him.

“Come, Jorel. We're getting out of here. This is none of our business.” This time Xavier pulls up Jorell's back collar and drags him.

“Detach, Xavier. Are you just gonna shut up and see an old man like Mr Charlie get beat up?”

“Don't tell me you want to fight that retainer?” Xavier shuddered in horror, just by looking at Richard's appearance which could be said to be more akin to a rogue than a retainer.

How can anyone not think of the man as being a hoodlum if on his neck there is a large tattoo. Maybe the tattoo filled his entire front body, not just on his arm.

Plus the three-dimensional tattoo symbolizes a white snake that is quite terrible if viewed. It was as if the snake was really alive and looked as if it was crawling would pounce on who saw it.

“I can't just see a persecuted person in front of me without helping him,” Jorell said.

Not that he was pretentious hero or feeling strong but indeed not his soul to let people be persecuted and just look at it.

“Jorell, you won't be able to fight it,” Xavier said.

“If you're afraid, then you can go. Leave me here.”

Jorell paid no more attention to Xavier's words. He approached Richard. Armed only with courage and conscience, he spoke to Richard.

“Master, have you never learned manners? How to talk to people older than us?”

Suddenly Richard took off the grip of his hand which was now on the neck of Mr. Charlie, turned to look at Jorell.

“Little boy, are you talking to me?” Richard rounded his wide eyes, looking at Jorell sharply.

“Ya, Sir. I'm talking to you,” Jorell replied in a polite tone as he had when speaking earlier.

Of course, it made Richard annoyed with his words.

“You, a new child was born yesterday afternoon. Know what you're about manners? What right do you blaspheme?”

Jorell was not at all trembling with Richard's high-pitched words. Even though the man's stature was bigger than his, it just didn't reach Richard's shoulder.

“Sorry, Sir. I think you're scaring Mr. Charlie. You can talk good with parents like him. Don't scare me like that. Especially until the main violence.”

Jorell's simple words turned out to offend Richrad. Obviously, the man could not be invited to compromise or negotiation.

“Be quiet you're a child! What do you know to be able to lecture me like that? You'll regret daring to tease me!” Richard jerking.

Mr. Charlie turned to look at Jorell. He sent me an eye code with the meaning of asking her to leave from there. But Jorell who caught the code even though he understood, still did not move from there.

Mr. Charlie who saw that was silent. He was not unwilling to defend Jorell, but did not dare to resist, afraid.

The man's big hand swung into the air and did not quickly target Jorell's neck.

He must have wanted to beat me up.

Jorell could read the man's movements. He knew Richard was going to go after his neck. That little bit of movement was very familiar to him. The moves Darcy used to make on him.

“Bad you! Dare to avoid me?!” hardik Richard when Jorell can avoid his hand that will grip Jorell's neck.

He grew even more emotional and returned his hands into the air. This time he clenched his hands tightly and aimed at Jorell's chest.

“Are you not ashamed to beat up a little boy like me?”

Jorell did not have a capable martial skill, but he was a little bit able to defend himself. Armed with a memory of Darcy's habit of pursuing her own little ranging from various forms of torture, making her memorized and able to read the opponent's movements.

“Close your mouth! Or I'll shut it myself so that the mouth can't talk anymore!”

“Fucking little boy you! Your mouth must be taught!” After the punch was empty and did not hit the target, then Richard once again sent a punch to Jorell's face.

There was a blow exchange afterwards. Even though Jorell could dodge and net a few punches at Richard, it was still. He who was a little boy fell down also with his kick.

“Please, stop! I'll pay you my debt two hours from now. Come here to pick it up,” hysterically Mr. Charlie can't help what happened to Jorell anymore.

Richard, who was about to pull Jorell and throw him, released the stranglehold of Jorell's collar.

“If you say so from the beginning none of this needs to happen.” Richard turned to stare intently at Mr. Charlie, then passed from there.

“You okay?” Xavier and Mr. Charlie come over to Jorell.

“Yes, I'm fine.”

Jorell stood up. His face was not bruised at all. It was just that he felt pain in his back after being thrown earlier.

“Thank you young man you helped me. But don't endanger yourself like that next time. You don't know, Richard is a dangerous man,” said Mr. Charlie.

“Come, we go home,” invite Jorell.

Jorell just nodded then walked with Xavier.

***

“Do you think I should learn martial arts?” ceplos Jorell in the middle of the road.

“Don't tell me you asked me to find a professional martial arts coach or teacher to train you.” Xavier.

He knows what his friend's character is. Jorell doesn't ask often, but there is an intent behind the question that contains bait.

The bait in which he had to help his friend gave him a signal.

“You must know that. Tell me,” Jorell said without further ado.

He asked like that not for no reason, but because he knew the advantages of Xavier's all-knowing like a walking dictionary if asked to share things around him.

“You must know right?” great-grandson Jorell.

“I'll take you to see him tomorrow. Besides why did you learn martial arts?”

“To protect myself of course.”

***

During the day, Jorell sat on the porch with Aroon. They're playing chess. There was a crisp laugh there, as Aroon won one round.

“You're great, Aroon.” Jorell praised his sister, having succumbed deliberately to losing because he wanted to see her win after three consecutive losses from her.

“Finally, I can beat Brother.”

In front of them was a man walking by. Their sound is also clear because the location of the road with the terrace of the house is very close.

“You've heard of Richard the Revenant's death?”

“Yes, why did he suddenly die? How strange. She was fine the morning she met him.”

“Richard? the loan shark that beat up Mr Charlie? She dead? What's cause?” lirih Jorell, gasped in shock at their conversation.

He touched his back which even today still feels pain.