Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 114

Mr. Muji was being surrounded by a clitih gang when Al came out of the house. Mbok Narti immediately locked the door according to his orders.

Al does not want people home threatened when something happens that is not desirable.

What happens outside is a man's business.

Al was undaunted even though the ten people who came to his house were carrying sharp weapons. They are seventeen years old on average. Big new boy.

Al is getting quieter facing them seeing Mr. Muji as if not afraid of being surrounded by a group of young people holding celurit. He was probably thinking of fighting back because they were quite a number.

"Lu whose name is Al Farisi?" snapping the head of a clitih gang that holds the largest celurit, usually to cover the small guts.

Kuping Al feels itchy called you. Kids today really have no manners. Their age is far away.

Manners became a rare item that was almost extinct.

"You're still in school?" ask Al calmly.

"Twelfth grade High School, bro," replied the clittih gang chairman. "Just pass."

What would this country be like if its younger generation were like this? May they be but a handful of the millions of millennials who shine.

Al looked at him coldly, "You weren't taught manners at school? Or is there no manners at your school?"

"Lu don't insult the cave school," furious gang leader clitih emotion. "Lu himself has no ethics. The guest is the king, you should drink, go out all the food. You rich man stingy you."

Al agreed the guest was the king, but the king was how it used to be. The king of kayaks like this deserves to be treated to water comberan!

There is no water in this house.

Klitih gang leader said so cool because of a lot of friends. He was sure that the skinny young man was like a marmot in a tiger's cage alone.

Al likes to itch looking at young people a lot of style but little achievement. This kind of young person only unsettles parents and citizens.

He did not realize that his life was still very long and could not be faced with a bottle of drink. Al smelled alcohol in his mouth.

Not a matter of halal or haram, to buy a drink he must whine the parents because they do not have income, or make money by breaking the law.

Young people with celurit in the hands and mouth smell of alcohol is difficult to get guidance in the near future. Hidayah needs to walk.

Young people like this need to be dragged to the green table to give a deterrent effect, given mental guidance and education specifically in order to return to society as a proud generation.

Al doesn't like trouble, but he likes to deal with troubled young people.

Al was actually sorry to see a schoolboy like this. They are children who do not yet know the risks of life.

"Sorry cave if you don't want to give drinks, because cave drinks are not like most people," said the head of the clitih gang. "Part of the cave came to your house not to ask for a drink. The cave came to ngurusin brother cave."

Al replied casually, "I don't know your brother. What business are you doing coming to my house?"

"Lu don't pretend!" gertak klitih gang leader. "Lu who saw the cave brother, Ramdani! Because your wife's son is starving!"

"I don't know who Ramdani is or the ram wire. I'm just telling the police that my belongings were looted during an accident on the highway. So it's none of my business that your brother gets arrested. That's police business."

"Police won't catch you if you don't!"

"Well, it's natural that dong as the one who was wronged, I didn't tell the police?"

"Lu really doesn't know who the cave is yet! The cave asks you to revoke BAP, otherwise your life is taken out!"

"You can't be asked carefully, does the cave need to use violence?"

Al snorted bitterly, "So you think I've been asking nicely?"

"Don't bacot you much!" sergeant klitih gang leader furious. "According to the cave brother, you were the key witness. Gua let you testify in court that you want to lose your life."

"Come wait for your threat."

Al twisting the body about to enter the house.

"Bad!" furious clitih gang leader while swinging celurit to snatch his head.

Al is not responsible for acting. He sent a back kick to fend off the sabetage. Mental claws from his hands. Then followed by a hard kick to his chest. The young man fell stranded and unconscious.

His friends came to storm. Al jumped into the courtyard with his salto in the air. The area is wide enough so that it is free to face the bullies.

Al stood quietly in the middle of their siege. His eyes were wary of the opponent's movements, who was the first to advance, he was the one to get hit.

Mr. Muji did not remain silent. He thumped them with clubs so that the siege broke and the braking split into two groups.

They attacked Mr. Muji with celurit swings. The middle-aged man slashed the claws with a bat, while the foot kicked another attacker.

They fell bounced and overlapped with his friend who became a victim of the ferocity of Al kick.

They turned out to have no martial arts, only rely on the guts at the end of the celurit, so in a few minutes Al had managed to make them helpless.

Mr. Muji threw the last enemy on the porch and fell on the head of the clitih gang who had just realized from his stupor. The young man who was sitting on the floor fell back and fainted.

"It turns out that's all you can do" said Mr. Muji bravely. "Let's get you up, my hands are still itching."

Al smile. "Already, Mr. Muji. They're already helpless. Mr. Muji takes care of it later if the police come, and maybe Mr. Muji should be a witness."

"Ready, Sir."

There was the sound of police car sirens, then appeared at the gate and entered the courtyard. Three long-barreled armed policemen sitting in long chairs in a pick-up tub immediately descended and came to them.

"Sorry, we arrived late" Kanit Reskrim said. "Personnel again takes care of curanmor in the residents' housing when there's a call coming in."

Al smiled with understanding. "It's okay, sir. They've been overcome."

"You're so great" praised Kanit Reskrim for seeing ten young people sitting in pain. "They're the clitih gang we're hunting. Thanks for the help."

"Oh, not me, sir. My security, Mr. Muji. He's a martial arts whiz, sir."

"Oh yes, thank you, Mr. Muji. I beg for cooperation, please come to the police station to be questioned."

"Ready, sir," said Mr. Muji. "Can I bring a motor, sir? So it's not hard to go home later?"

"Please."

Ten young men were herded into a pick-up car with handcuffed hands.

Al took out a few hundred thousand bills and handed them over to Mr. Muji. "The examination must have been long. These nights it's good to eat Padmanaba fried rice."

"A lot, Sir."

"In the police many police guards. Mr Muji wants to eat alone?"