Joe William
Tigor takes Joe to Kuala Nipah
I don't know how many times the young man went back and forth in the hotel room.
Since then, his eyes have been seen implied by his high murderous appetite.
Shortly thereafter, his phone rang indicating an incoming message.
Deftly the young man grabbed his phone on the bed and unlocked it on the screen with his feet, he put away a chair that had fallen from the rage of his uncontrollable outpouring of emotions.
Joe William, Harvey and Lilian have been in a friendship since they were in elementary school. It was hard and happy that they always lived together.
Although many bullied Joe, insulting even the children of the forest people by Charles, Milner and Jimbo, but Harvey and Lilian never left him even remain sincerely friendly.
Now, how does he not feel angry if one of his friends is oppressed by people who have always oppressed him. And not just get there. The man who oppressed his best friend instead used the big name of his father's company and members of the organization he chaired. Really looking for a muffler.
"Chairman. What are you in such a hurry to get back to Kuala Nipah? Did the chairman get any bad news from Grandpa's great teacher?" Ask one voice in WhatsApp message.
"No uncle. That's not. Right now I'm getting word from Mountain slope that my best friend is in trouble. I need to get back soon. I want to return in the dark by sea. This is because I carry two sharp weapon blades. I'm worried I won't be able to escape in the examination room." Joe replied and immediately sent a reply to the voice message.
"Alright Chief. We'll be at the Martins Hotel right now." The answer.
"We? Nah! It's just the two of us, uncle. I don't want to be the center of attention. And, just bring the regular car. I'll wait for uncle here." Joe said he threw his phone back in bed.
While bending over, Joe pulled the table he had kicked and placed a crate made of wood full of carvings on it.
With a trembling hand he opened the small casket cover then took out two blades and noticed the two heirlooms.
Long time he noticed the Rencong that was passed down by Grandpa Tengku Mahmud to him.
"Rencong this. Oh myGod. How horrifying. If it wasn't too urgent, I wouldn't have used this weapon. Ih... Scared." Joe said in his heart and put the golden rencong back on the table.
Now his attention was on a dagger with the head of the cobra. Staring at him with a longing gaze then kissing the knife sheath.
"Grandfather. I'm done here. You no longer have a promise debt. I hope you rest in peace there. On the side of the merciful Lord, the merciful." Joe said in his heart.
Not felt his tears trickle also when imagining how he often defied, against orders and always blurred when asked to practice.
Once because of his actions that often run away when told to practice, he got intercepted in the middle of the road by Charles, Milner and Jimbo then himself in a row by when the boy.
Now ten years have passed from the incident. But the annoyance in Joe's heart still remained. And now Charles and Milner even want to bring up the old story by suppressing his best friend. Isn't that the same as watering vinegar on the wound that is still not healed.
"You're gonna pay for all this Charles and Milner. You'll definitely pay for it. Just wait for your ancestors' arrival to Garden Hill." Joe said then went back on a rampage like crazy so the room was currently exactly like a ship breaking.
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One Daihatsu car with a model like a hearse stopped right in front of the Martins Hotel.
From inside the dying vehicle came a middle-aged man known as the owner of the Martins Hotel, the Martin Foundation, as well as the city's largest restaurant and entertainment center.
People knew him by the name of Tigor.
When Tigor entered the hotel lobby, some of the people on duty that night were in disbelief to see their boss arrive in a dying car.
Over and over again they stared between Tigor and the car in front of the hotel.
"Bao. What's going on with you?" Ask the security guards and the two young receptionist ladies.
"It's okay. Oh yeah? Have you guys seen our Chief come down from upstairs?" Ask Tigor.
"There is no bang. But I heard it looks like the chairman is on a rampage. I heard he was calling someone. Then after that, he slammed the table and chair. We were scared and ran straight down." Replied Tigor's men who were deliberately placed to maintain security at his hotel.
"Ready bang!" Replied them simultaneously while watching Tigor who was walking briskly towards the elevator.
Tigor continued walking quickly and stopped in one of the rooms and knocked on the door.
Tok tok!
"Are you inside, Chief?" Ask Tigor.
In response, the door of the room opened and a very tangled face greeted his arrival.
"What's with you Chief?" Tigor asked in surprise.
Obviously he was astonished. This was because as long as he knew Joe, never had the young man been this tangled. The Joe he knew was very cheerful, rancid and rarely serious.
The most astonishing thing was when Tigor stepped into the room. The state of the room completely ticked off swimmers with some seats overturned. The television screen cracked, the table was destroyed and many other damages.
"Are you okay, Chief?" Ask Tigor again.
"I'm sorry uncle. I couldn't control my anger." Said Joe.
"What exactly is the chairman?" Tigor asked curiously.
"Someone wants to try playing around with my father's big name. They also use people in organizations to oppress others. And even worse, the person they were bullying was my childhood best friend. I can't forgive." Joe said as he clenched his hand.
"Free you're angry chief. It's just a dead thing. Save your anger and then vent when it comes in time." Tigor said.
"You said it was Uncle. Ii'm sorry. Oh yea. Can we leave now?" Ask Joe.
"Please. My delivery butut car is ready."
"Corpse introduction?" Ask Joe in wonder.
"Yes. Doesn't the chairman want us not to be the subject of attention?" Ask Tigor.
"Haha. Yes also. Come on, come on." Said Joe who was starting to stunt a bit of his anger.
Tigor immediately grabbed the backpack belonging to the chairman while Joe walked in front by hugging the carved wooden crate of the late grandfather Malik.
Arriving below, Joe could not help but laugh when he saw the car they were going to use leaving for Kuala Nipah.
"Uncle sure we can get to this car?" Ask Joe.
"yeah. Don't be trivial, Chief. Although the body of this car is dying, but the engine is new. It's free we have Lalah the king smuggling from Dolok gunjang." Tigor.
"Let's chairman. Aren't you in a hurry?"
"Thank you uncle. I've been troubling you a lot while I've been here." Joe said with an unpleasant face.
"Ah. What are you talking about, Chief. If I talk about distress, I trouble your father more often. It's mundane. It's an obligation duty." Tigor said with a smile.
They then set out in a dying car to a seaside village called Kuala Nipah in the middle of the blind night.
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