Loving the Mafia
Hope for Mercy

With a limp leg that he was forced to drag, Akram began to move towards the intersection of the highway.

Intentions want to go around to meet one by one rider but when feeling the struggle in each step experiencing tremendous pain all over the body, especially on his left leg, making Akram forced to sit on the sidewalk at a distance one meter from the red light.

'May many people give me money, ' said the prayer of Akram in a hopeful heart.

Looking at the riders who stopped right before him from front end to back end with a sad look, he really wished they would give him money.

'As for giving me money, I have lowered my pride as a real man. Please, ' said Akram in his heart while continuing to look towards all riders.

Not after he said, suddenly there was a car driver throwing a piece of money at him and at the same time the red light changed color so that the car immediately drove fast.

Seeing his first money as a baroque beggar, Akram immediately stood chasing after the money that floated almost back into the streets, not caring about the pain in his left leg.

"Arghhh," said Akram simultaneously, his hand reaching for the money.

Tinnnnn.

The sound of the horn immediately sounded very loudly through the eardrum of Akram until buzzing pain, surprised by the sound Akram immediately tiptoed back and fell right in his original sitting position.

"Arghhh," cried Akram for the umpteenth time.

This time he felt a tremendous pain in his buttocks and legs that directly collided with the pavement paving.

Perverted after he managed to pull over unexpectedly one car bolted with gas that felt made to incubate as if showing his frustration.

"Damn it, you almost made me die. Just watch out I'll make a calculation for you," furious Akram as he stared intently at the back of the car.

Several other motorists were seen looking at him with other eyes, either because he was a beggar or because he managed to survive death in order to take money that is not how much.

Whatever it is Akram does not care, for him it is enough two days to be a holding midfielder hungry at any time that feels so torturous.

The sun was getting hotter that day, though, long under the roof of this world feels burning skin while the money he got is still not how it feels impossible to buy rice and side dishes let alone drinking water it feels Akram wants to give up.

"Oh my God, please just this time grant the prayer of fugitives like me God I ask money to eat God already that's all," said Akram Lirih as he looked at the clear sky of the lion that day.

As God was answering his prayer, soon to be seen from the south a group of young people walked towards him with cameras like famous vlogers.

With a face that is still perfectly covered with a mask and a shabby jacket, Akram is confident he does not feel afraid of the camera.

"This time the Lord answered my prayer, this time it was also only this time it seemed more," murmured Akram with sparkling eyes.

Arrive a group of young people in front of Akram, they seem compact to laugh at the condition of Akram now seen from their agitation that is so annoying.

"Hahaha, look at his face is like a beetle in the cartoon you remember. Ugly bonyok-bonyok that's his hands and feet too," said one of the women whispering softly to another male friend.

"His face is just the same nose, where you know that his whole face is battered" said the man.

"Ah know me even though not in the mask open," said the woman kekeh with his assumption.

Although they whispered but Akram was able to hear everything they said, when his blood boiled he was never laughed at by others in his lifetime but when he was laughed at he could not do anything.

Damn it is unlucky, but he must be able to control his emotions considering that what he needs now is their money as well.

Slowly Akram began to take a deep breath in the middle of the laughter of the young people minimal morals.

'I have to be patient, just a little patient after that I just get my revenge one by one, ' said Akram in his heart.

"Hello sister, again begging huh?" ask the woman how dare.

Instantly felt the spear unsheathed the heart very deeply, the heartache that Akram felt right now was not playing.

"Yes," Akram replied briefly with a heavy tone.

"So young why have you been begging, by the way you have been begging from birth or recently?" asked the woman slowly approached Akram and leaned her body towards Akram.

Again the woman's words managed to hurt her heart, but again Akram continued to try not to reply to all his words.

"It's been from childhood" answered Akram ketus.

"Oh from small, so the initial suit was like this," led by the man standing next to the woman.

"Well, great. His brother needs money. We're here to share with all the beggars in this town including you, but when we give money you have to talk to the camera thanking us if we can cry so moved," explained a man who looks like a chanel controller group.

'I've guessed they want to make content from the share to the beggar, rope is what matters I get, ' said Akram in his heart.

"But the mask on the loose let it look on the camera," the woman's pinta sucks.

Hearing the request of the woman who began to harass her security did not make Akram riled or even panicked, he still showed a relaxed attitude.

"Not that I don't want to open, but I have a contagious disease of mouth decay. But if you force it, I have also opened papa," said Akram began to pull the rope mask tied to his ear.

"Don't!" yell hysterically all while giving Akram a code not to open the mask.

Seeing their extremely panicked reaction, Akram immediately laughed softly, feeling his guess was right that they would be frightened when he mentioned an infectious disease.

"Don't you, don't just don't open papa, don't you" said the woman trembling with fear.

At that time all immediately gave distance to Akram, a man who was in control was close in front of Akram only now directly away.

"Here we go, let's just start" asked the man.

Before long the making of the video began, a woman who acted like a volunteer walked towards Akram with a variety of initial talks in front of the camera around her.

With all the drama that exists finally Akram received a fantastic amount of money, at that time Akram gawking as if he did not believe the money he received. Again in times like these he remembers God as a helper, inwardly unceasingly giving thanks to the creator.

On the sidelines of the conversation between him and the woman in front of the camera, Akram again unthinkable for the plan to use the money so that he would no longer be a beggar.

Some time later the filming was finally completed, but suddenly when the whole camera went off it shocked the woman to take the money that was already in Akram's hands.

With that lightning fast changing hands, Akram again gawked not knowing what other games they played.

"Yes, brother, thank you" said the woman and her entourage hurried to leave Akram.

Rebut Akram was shocked half to death to hear the words of the woman who seemed to have no sin.

Seeing that, of course, Akram did not accept, with all his strength he chased them with his legs dragged by the riders on the streets.

"Hey, why did you guys take the money again instead of that for me?" asked Akram while frowning very sharply.

He still does not understand the content of young creators who take the concept of caring for others but the way is still confusing for him to digest today.

Instantly they immediately looked back, staring at Akram and then compactly smiled until the longer the smile turned into a chuckle.

"Enak just want to get money, if you want the money work Kak do not beg," replied the woman at the end with a stick of tongue.

"Hahahaha," a feeling of welcome after the woman's answer came out to mocked Akram.

Akram's blood suddenly felt back to boil with a heartbeat that felt increasingly irregular in addition to the feeling of tightness in the chest that increasingly makes it more difficult to breathe. This time he could not contain his anger.

"Based on the goat" said Akram with a loud and upset.

But instead of getting upset they just keep laughing, laughing while continuing their footsteps toward their car parked near the red light to the south.

Want the heart to chase them and beat them one by one but whatever power he can not move his legs, do not run after them to compensate for their arangah he lost.

Forced to be unwilling he must be willing, not lie if not angry with their actions all.

"Basic fools, content sharing but no capital. Have the capital, the lying capital," grumbled Akram while moving both feet back to where he begged.

"If only I were still the Akram I used to finish one by one," grumbled Akram lirih.

Although in conditions that have changed by becoming a beggar then do not change the original character of an Akram, although little change in emotional control.

In the same place Akram again gathers his strength under this scorching sun to fetch sustenance from the good-hearted humans on the streets.

He still expects mercy from the rider and people who do give him money even though the nominal is small than the creator content earlier.

"Hey, why are you begging there?" shouted an athletic man wearing a special uniform pointing towards Akram from across the street.

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