Married Berandal Campus
Chapters. 1 Arshakas

Bugh ....

A blow flew hard into Shaka's left cheek until his face turned.

"When do you think you are! Not enough to embarrass Papa, huh!"

Once again the hand of the man who was more than half a century old floated down his son's cheek. Hot, painful, that's for sure. The man never hesitated to teach his son a lesson because what Shaka did was very disappointing. Not only this time, Shaka's mistakes have often been made.

"Mas, that's enough! stop everyone!" Winda ran over to the son and spread his arms. Intending to protect Shaka from the husband's rampage.

"Let's just let this kid learn about his mistakes. Let him know that what he did not only harmed him but us as his parents. He should know that he's humiliating us!" shouted the middle-aged man furiously. He is Bagaskara Mahendra—the biological father of Arshaka Mahendra.

"But that's not the way, Mom. Mas has passed, should not Mas beat Shaka like before," said Winda.

"He deserves it!"

"But, Mas ...."

Unable to bear the sight of the quarrel, Shaka brushed off the hand of Winda who tried to protect him violently. He just walked out of the living room and left with a battered face. The wounds caused by the brawl yesterday have not dried now plus the raw bogem from his Papa.

"Hey, where are you going?" shout Bagas.

Seeing Shaka leave, Winda tried to run after his son who first gasp with the Ducati black owned by the young man.

"Geek!" exclaim Winda calling. But unfortunately, his eldest son was away along with the pull of gas driven.

Arshaka Mahendra, a twenty-three-year-old technical student at a private college is the only boy from Bagaskara. The boy who is famous as a campus crutch is now driving his motorbike at speeds above average. He wants to get away from his home. At least stay away from old men who predicate as his papa.

It'sit's nothing. It's just that Shaka and the papa are like water and oil. It will never be able to merge. Both have equally harsh traits.

Even so, Shaka still tried to keep his position as a child in front of Bagas. That is why he never fought every blow Bagas directed at him.

He would simply choose silence and receive every wound and pain inflicted by his papa. Like today when Bagas was angry until he heard Shaka was again arrested by the police for brawling between motorcycle gangs.

"Geek!" yelled Vinda once more. Tears are now present in his grief.

She went back to her husband and said, "Mas, come on. Please forgive Shaka, we can talk about all this well."

Bagas stared intently at his wife who often defended Shaka.

"Please think again, don't let Shaka go" said Winda again.

When Vinda was so persistent in persuading her husband to forgive Shaka, the young man continued to drive the black iron horse to roam the crowded city streets.

Have no purpose. Shaka just wants to get away and disappear from his parents at this time.

The more driven the longer the distance that Shaka traveled. The road was quiet and he felt dryness in his throat.

Shaka started looking for a shop to just buy a drink. By slowing down the speed of the motor, Shaka looked right and left to find a store or mini market.

Lucky even though it was almost midnight Shaka saw there was a grocery store. He stopped in front of the shop.

Seeing someone who was about to close the shop Shaka shouted. "Wait!"

A girl who had already pulled the rolling door stopped her movement. He looked at the source of the voice. Where there was a young man running towards him.

"Wait, I want to buy mineral water," said Shaka so faced with the girl who still holds the rolling door.

The ponytail girl with glasses looked at Shaka from top to bottom, then up again and stopped at Shaka's bruised face. In his heart must be this young man after the brawl.

No-no, he doesn't want to help people who just brawled. He did not like the brawl at all.

"Gue wants to buy mineral water," Shaka repeated as their eyes clashed.

"Sorry we're closed!" answer the girl.

"What's? Isn't this just about to close? Can't take me one" Shaka protested.

"We're closed!" The girl was still determined not to serve Shaka.

"Hey .. I'll pay you half as much for the price of one bottle of mineral water you sell. Budokin!" Arrogantly, Shaka took out a hundred thousand red notes from the hoodie pocket he was wearing and held them out to the shopkeeper girl.

Not fond of seeing Shaka's arrogant and arrogant nature, the girl deliberately pulled the rolling door and immediately put on a padlock. Without hinting at Shaka he just left.

Feeling unthinkable, Shaka violently pulled the girl's wrist and gripped her firmly. "Lo budeg, yes. I'm gonna ask you to get some mineral water why you shut the door!"

Without any fear at all, the girl stared intently at Shaka's hand that was clinging to her wrist, grabbing it and then throwing it away.

"We're closed, no longer serving any purchases. Would you pay a million!"

As if not to lose, the girl arrogantly breezed away with her beloved red matic motor. Makes Shaka upset.

"Fucking girl!" shaka's words that the girl could still hear.

After the girl got away, Shaka got back on the bike. His mood got worse. More emotional because of the work of the shop owner girl. He also increasingly spurred his motorbike to vent the frustration that was not subsiding but instead getting crazier.

The more gas is pulled the stronger the motor is also driven. To the extent that Shaka lost control when someone was about to cross the street all of a sudden.

Shaka could no longer control the iron horse due to the distance that was too close when the middle-aged man flashed cut off the path. Nahas is inevitable.

Shaka's bike hit the man and Shaka himself also fell due to the sudden brake. Suddenly, many people in the mosque came out to see what happened.

"Woy ... accident, woy!" shouted one of the worshippers.

They came out of the mosque to see what was happening.

"Sir Joseph!" scream one of the congregation who came out first.

Everyone immediately swarmed a man named Joseph. Seeing Joseph's injuries, some people acted quickly by taking one of their citizens to the hospital.

While the others take care of Shaka.

*****

"Mas, don't be so hard on Shaka. We know why Shaka became like this, don't let Shaka out of this house. Come, Mas .. find Shaka," refer to Vinda again and again.

Bagas saw the persistence of Winda fighting for Shaka. As a father, Bagas must have loved Shaka very much, Shaka was the only boy.

His heart began to soften. His emotions began to subside.

However, all that changed when a call was received. He went back up on the pitam.

An expression of anger was clearly drawn on Bagas' face. His hands even clenched tightly to the point of restraining the turbulent anger.

"Why, Mas?" ask Winda.

We're going to the hospital now.

Winda. Spontaneous negative thoughts were milling around in his brain.

"What's up, Mom. What happened to Shaka?" ask Winda worriedly.