Flocking Payment
CHAPTER 40 - I Only Have Meera
"Just like Ameera who was wounded, then you should be the same, asshole!!"
Yes, the purpose of the Cakra is indeed for that. Not only snatch Ameera's phone, but also give a lesson to a shameless man who actually took advantage of the situation, Mustakim.
Not a stranger, the man was one of the village youths who also often guarded the patrol post with Cakra. Right on the night of the incident, Mustakim did not appear at Abah Asep's residence on the grounds of looking for Cakra who did not return to the post before the incident.
Since the arrival of Ameera, Mustakim has been planning something different. In fact, he rejected the invitation of Hasan to keep watch at Abah Asep's house given the potential for crime so great there.
At that time he was afraid that as a young man in the village still had to be fair to other citizens and do not focus on protecting foreigners. In fact, all of that he had arranged and was deliberately looking for a gap to be able to act to reap the benefits personally.
Unfortunately, his actions this time were wrongly targeted and made Mustakim have to face the anger of cold-blooded youth who did not hesitate to finish him off. The young man who several years ago had made a stir in the village for defending his mother, a bloody tragedy that once made his name famous now Cakra repeat again.
As soon as Cakra attacked his opponent, even Mustakim had started to give up, but Cakra continued to give a barren attack with a blank look as if no matter how much blood came out from the wounds on Mustakim's body.
"Caaakra stop!! Forgive me, I-I still have children and a wife to live with, Miss." In a weakened state and already coughing, Mustakim asked for pity and resisted the dodging of Cakra's hand that was about to stab his chest.
Just because he dared to belittle Ameera, Mustakim had to accept his punishment. Cakra's initial intention was only to return the wound to the hand, but when met it turned out Mustakim hurled words that hurt Cakra's feelings.
Cakra also did not understand why he was this angry, just like his anger when the mother was insulted and treated as if she was not human, sick, sick. If not hearing the request for mercy from Mustakim on behalf of his wife and child, Cakra would not have stopped.
The look in his eyes was still that sharp, still confirming that he was extremely angry. Cakra's breath was still so heavy, the sweat mixed with blood flowing at his temple dripped from his chin until it fell right over Mustakim's face.
"Before acting, think many times first, Kang .. if I do the same to your son and wife how? It must be angry too, right?"
Cakra did not immediately release Mustakim just like that. Presumably the man needs affirmation in order to understand if the one who has loved ones is not only himself, but Cakra as well.
"Just like the leg which only has Maya tea, I also do so .. After mother, I only have Ameera," said Cakra pressed with a chest that felt so tight.
"Hm, I'm sorry, sister."
It is very difficult for him to forgive, even though the wounds Mustakim has experienced have multiplied, maybe even the end is near, but Cakra is still not satisfied. The blood dripping from Ameera's wound might not be much, but a single drop of fallen chakra was already demanding instead.
Because the anger of Cakra is not only limited to large or not injured, but bad things that might happen that night was very big. Because Ameera dodged, what hit was the arm. If not, it could be that Cakra is re-perceiving the pain of no man's longing.
He hasn't done anything yet, though it's almost sold, but the man got a threatening message from Cakra last night. It didn't take long, Cakra received the phone and checked the entire contents.
The first thing he saw was his photo gallery. As Ameera lamented, she was as sad as her phone was lost because that was where their memories were stored. At a glance Cakra see, and all is still fine even though the others have not had time to check Cakra.
Mustakim who had been battered and felt pain in several parts of his body tried to move and sit while staring at Cakra who was behind him. His knife which he had used to strike back Cakra was not far there, Mustakim's eyes were already staring and taking a swing to grab it.
However, it is unexpected that Cakra himself actually brought the knife closer with only his feet. Mustakim who had begun to dare to try now ciut instantaneously and no longer have the courage to attack Cakra.
Not only did he get there, once Cakra turned Mustakim increasingly shriveled until his body felt dingun. "Why, Kang? I've fixed ... What's less close?" tanya Cakra smiled faintly, an indecipherable smile that managed to make Mustakim break his fingers.
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"Would I get it?" Cakra had lowered his head and was about to grab the knife, Mustakim shook his head quickly.
"No, Cakra!! Please, I don't want to deal with you anymore." Mustakim's voice was increasingly vibrating, even his pants now look wet until Cakra chuckled softly.
After making his opponent step dead, Cakra looked relaxed and now he crouched down to make the two feel closer. Mustakim who thought he was going to end tonight instantly clenched his hands and again begged for Cakra's kindness, at least let him go right now.
"There are many ways to earn money, Kang, and stealing is not an option." Far from being expected, Cakra grabbed Mustakim's hand and gave him the money he promised.
Mustakim looked up, staring at the puzzled face of Cakra who now looked calm and returned like the usual Cakra. Shaded chakra with his sweet smile, the man smiled and patted Mustakim on the shoulder after giving Mustakim a fair amount of cash.
"I go, pay your children and wife with halal money so that when adults do not become dajjal," said Cakra before leaving Mustakim who is still fixated and understand the situation.
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- To Be Continued