
Rafael reached out to help the young man stand up.
"Thanks!" said the young man while wiping the corner of his bloody lips.
"You're welcome," replied Rafael, while fixing his leather jacket that sagged due to being pulled by the street thug.
"John. My name is John, but you can call me, Yo!" the young man continued, extending his hand.
Raphael welcomed the hand of the young man named John. "Rafael, just call, Rafa!" said it.
The two boys shook hands. A few seconds later, John picked up the helmet that lay on the asphalt.
"Where are you going?" ask John.
"Nothing. I'm just walking around, cramped at home" said Rafael, trying to lift John's motorbike lying on the asphalt.
"Thank you" said John, taking over the bike from Rafael's hands.
"Sama-sama," replied Rafael, briefly.
John then stater the motor. "Ah, thank God it's still on," he murmured.
Seeing his new friend can already master the bike again. Rafael has resigned.
"Gue thought, you can already continue your journey again. It's good to get acquainted, I go first" said Rafael.
"Wait!" prevent John.
Rafael, who was about to turn his back, suddenly abandoned his intentions. He put his hands in his jacket pocket and looked at John. His forehead frowned, waiting for John to continue his sentence.
"You have no purpose, why don't you come with me? I know all the children" continued John.
"Kids?" reset Rafael. Really, he didn't understand the direction his new comrade was talking.
"Come, come with me!"
John did not give Raphael a chance to ask again. He gasped, and began to leave Rafael. However, just before his motorbike passed, John gave a hand signal for Rafael to follow him.
"Damn it! Riding him," said Rafael as he ran towards the motorbike he parked on the side of the road.
Rafael immediately started the engine. A second later, he pulled the gas so that he could catch up with John's motorbike which had driven far enough.
The roar of the motor belongs to Rafael and John, unpretentious on the streets are quite quiet. Overtaking occurred in the vehicle that the two young men drove. This proves, if their expertise in racing, is not good.
Until arriving at the end of the dead end, John turned his motorbike to the right. Raphael still faithfully followed. Although occasionally, he looked left and right as he passed through the streets of the village which was quite slum.
John stopped his vehicle right in a building with only bamboo cubicles. However, there is a mural of art almost around the room.
Rafael stopped his vehicle. He circulated the view, scouring every inch of the bamboo booth house which only measured about 21 square meters.
Rafael was amazed when he saw the mural that almost filled the bamboo-based wall. However, what attracted Rafael's attention was .. a black eagle painting and below it inscribed Dark Eagle.
"Dark Eagle?" muttered Rafael who was immediately shocked when he realized one thing. Is it possible that I am now at Dark Eagle headquarters? his inner.
"Come in!" john's Word to Raphael. The movement of his head seemed to give Rafael a signal to follow him.
Rafael pulls out the motor key. The young man got out of his vehicle. After removing his helmet, Raphael followed John to enter the bamboo-room house.
Rafael does not understand. For a moment, he could only sculpt, up to one by one, the youths of his age, appearing from various directions.
The young men looked astonished to see Rafael. However, one of them, there was enough panic when he saw the condition of John.
"Good, Boss! What happened to you? Why is your face bonyok-bonyok so?" the question was coming straight to John.
"Calm down, Bro. I have nothing" denied John.
"Ish, what do you mean? Here" said the man, grabbing John's chin and moving it left and right, "why is your temple bruised like this? Gosh, why is the corner of your lip smashed like this? Who would dare attack you? Tell me the same!" furious.
"Wuss, calm down, Man! I'm fine. Trust me!" john lowered his friend's hand.
"Huh, here's what it would be like if you walked alone, boss. Battered, ‘kan?" as the young man.
John smiled. Both of his hands then embrace the shoulder of the long-haired young man who turned out to be his best friend.
"Calm down, Bim. I'm doing fine. You know why I'm okay?" john asked as he lowered his eyebrows.
"Good, Yo! You think I'm a psychic?" his grunts were upset, "how do I know why you can be okay" he added, folding his hands over his chest.
"That's because of him!"
John's chin moved forward. It showed that he was fine due to the help of the young man who was standing not far from the entrance of the Dark Eagle headquarters.
"Who, Him?" ask the young man.
"Name Rafael. The man who helped me out of the joker's mess" said John to introduce his new friend.
"What?!" yelled at the young man, "so you got gang-raped by the Joker motorcycle?" tanyakanya.
"Already, Bim. Don't be enlarged, the important thing is I've come home safe. Right, ‘kan, guys!" john shouted for the support of the young men who were crowding the room.
But no one replied to John. Generally, just like the young man who was beside him, the young men were seen clucking annoyed with John's carelessness.
The long-haired young man who had been talking to John, suddenly approached Raphael. He then extended his hand.
"Came, Bimbim. Thanks for helping our boss. Leader of Dark Eagle," he said, introducing himself.
"Rafael" said Rafael. "Together, I just happened to pass by" he added.
Raphael looked back at John. He was not even aware that the person he had helped was the Dark Eagle gang leader. A motorcycle gang that is quite respected, or rather feared by residents of Tasikmalaya.
According to the story he had heard, the head of the Dark Eagle motorcycle gang was a street kid. However, his physical strength and courage in fighting street thugs, making him respected by street children. That sense of reluctance eventually led street children to form a motorcycle gang, and raised John as its chairman.
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Three days have passed. Within those three days, Rafael saw clearly the activities of the Dark Eagle motorcycle gang. Unlike the Robin Hood movie, John's men, consisting of street children who are victims of broken homes, commit their crimes just to give. Generally, they commit theft, whose victims are the average person who makes money, but are stingy.
The proceeds of the theft, they distribute to street children who are under the bridge, in the storefront, or in other slums in the surrounding area. In fact, some of them set aside to build a halfway house for street children whose numbers are increasingly booming. Rafael was amazed by the actions of the members of the Dark Eagle.
"So, how's Rafa? Are you willing to join us?" ask John.
"Why not?"