
Momu was sitting cross-legged in her room. His breathing went up and down regularly according to the breathing method he had learned. It had been an hour of meditation in such a position.
He was so tired today.
How he is not tired, treatment using acupuncture needles requires a very high concentration so that there is no mistake when sticking needles in the patient's body. So many nerve points in the human body are close together. Each of these points represents a different thing.
Plus when his fingers are forced to touch the skin of Mala, make Mumu expend energy and mind more extra so that the focus does not fade.
Mumu admitted he was very young and he was a normal young man.
That experience was a torture for him. Even if it doesn't lead to negative things. But yes, still he feels uncomfortable if he has to treat women.
However, Mumu is determined to be more in control of herself and her mind so as not to lose focus on treating people.
It does not rule out the possibility that in the future he will meet again with events like this. He should be more mentally prepared.
Mumu is getting ready because she is about to leave for work.
In a coffee shop located on Merbau Street, Rahma was alone with her boyfriend, Syaukani.
Shaukani is a handsome man. White and curly hair. Appearance is smart. This is in line with his place of work in banking. Usually, banks put a lot of emphasis on the appearance of their employees, especially those who are part of customer service.
They are talking about the future of their relationship.
Actually not talking but rather Syaukani is talking to himself while Rahma is more silent and pensive.
"Rahmas..rahma....!"
"Eh, yes, Mas. Let's drink." Rahma grabbed the glass and drank slowly.
"You why the hell? The story continues about our relationship. Planning our future but you're dumb.
What the hell is it? Is there something wrong with you, baby?"
Rahma shook her head, "No, Mas."
"Then what? Are you having a problem? Tell me the same Mas. How do you know it can help." Syaukani said patiently.
"Yes, Mas. I don't have a problem. Just a little unfocused mind. That'sallthatis. Don't worry about it." Pinta Rahma's.
Syaukani is too good for him. There was no way he could have the heart to add unnecessary trouble to Syaukani.
"Muter-muter yuk, Mas! Suntuk. After that we go to the mini market. I'm gonna go get a snack at home." Rahma pulls Syaukani's hand.
"Woiiii.If you want to go out then look left-right." They both just came out of the Coffee Shop when from the front two motorcycles entered the Coffee Shop page. There was almost a collision.
"Sorry, Bang. Not intentionally." Say Syaukani with a sincere tone.
"Sorry, sorry. There go you!" One of the bikers kicked the handlebar. Syaukani and Rahma almost fell. Syaukani is pale. Without being told twice, he immediately put forward his motorbike while Rahma saw the man who kicked earlier with a cocky feeling.
'If only he had been here, those sneaks would have been beaten up so easily.' Rahma returned in her dreams.
Although his feelings for Syaukani did not change, he also could not forget the figure of the young man who had helped him at that time. I don't know when he'll ever meet that simple yet dashing young man again.
The young man's clothes until now did not wash Rahma but she hung in her wardrobe to remain a memory.
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"Taste this bangs*t!!" A fist hit the face of the young man who was already battered. The young man grimaced without a sound.
"We wait until noon tomorrow. If you do not pay off those debts on time you will know the consequences. The boss is tired of all your lying promises."
After kicking him once more, the two of them instantly left regardless of the fate of the young man again.
The poor man groaned nonstop. His body was all sick. Pain. Face bleeds. With great difficulty he pulled out his phone and searched for someone's name in the phone contact. After meeting him, he immediately pressed the call button. Shortly thereafter, the call was connected.
"Pick me up at the usual place. Room 109." Voice weak. If Mumu was here he would recognize this young man.
Because this young man had insulted him at the gate of the Regent's office when Mumu first came to Selatpanjang city to find work. This young man named Roni son of an official PUPR.
Right now there was no trace of arrogance on his blood-covered face that there was only a look of pain.
Above the sky is the sky. If we insult someone we will be insulted either by someone we have insulted or through someone else.
That is the law of nature. The law of cause and effect.
A tall, black man entered Karoke 109.
He immediately helped Roni who was lying helplessly on the floor.
After sitting him in a chair and cleaning the blood on Roni's face, the man named Heri asked, "Who beat you to death like this?"
Instead of answering, Roni instead asked to be turned on by a cigarette for him.
After three suction then he looked at Heri's face and said, "I'm late to pay the debt with Bang Mizan, somehow they know I'm here so that the Debt Collector came to collect the debt. Because I couldn't afford it, they ended up beating me, "Roni said with a vengeance.
"You like to find trouble. You better pay off the debt immediately. That Bang Mizan you can't provoke, Ron."
Roni clenched her fists.
"Can't we get back at it, Bang?" His whole body was sick, but his heart hurt even more. He who is used to being beaten up like a wild anj*ng, who is not hurt.
"So my brother said, Bang Mizan you can't provoke. Your own father can't dwell in front of Bang Mizan, he's a police officer."
Roni was silent with a vengeful face.
"Let's take Abang to the Hospital. Your wounds are severe." Honestly, Heri doesn't really care about Roni. He only works for Roni's father. If not for being given money by Roni, Heri would not have answered the phone call from Roni earlier.
Heri pushed Roni out of the room straight for the car.
This is Mr. Ozy Fawash's car, Roni's father.
Heri works as a driver and is Ozy's personal bodyguard.
He's very trusted by Mr. Ozy. Whatever task Mr. Ozy gave, as long as there is money, Heri will complete the work even by violent means.
All he cares about is money. Because money can get everything.
In on that, Mumu was sleeping when she was startled by her phone ringing.
'Who's calling in the middle of the night, ' he murmured.