Namoras
Market goons

...Market Saturday....

"Come come on. Selected at select...!"

"Dear child.., dear child. Toys all fifteen thousand rupiah! Come on come on come on. Don't be stingy with the kids!"

"Salt fish, sea fish, river fish, all fish are there. There are also piranha fish. Still fresh mas, mbak, sir, ma'am!"

From a distance again there was the sound of traders peddling sales.

A variety of sales are here.

"Come come on. The far one approaches, the close one docked! It's not just any medicine, tomorrow it's taken, now it's cured!" There was the sound of a middle-aged man peddling the medicine he was selling so eagerly.

Along the way, hardly anyone does not shout peddling his sales. Mention one by one their merchandise and also its advantages to attract the attention of visitors to buy.

"Mas. How much does this toy cost?" Ask a mother to the seller's fathers.

"It's mom. Fifteen thousand one, forty-five thousand two," answered the father, making the customer frown.

"Wouldn't you buy two for thirty thousand dollars? Instead of getting a discount, the price is even higher,"

"Sorry Mom. It's a limited edition. You cannot buy more than one unit. If it exceeds, then others will not be part. This toy is not more than thirty units of his production per week. So, only one can be sold for each buyer,"

"Huh. You knuckleman" said the mother as she passed away leaving the father of the seller.

"Mom. So not yet?"

"Cancel" answered the mother.

The seller just gawked. The intention is to ngibulin customers end up with the failure of the goods sold.

On the one hand, it appears that a mother of about 45 years old is fanning her merchandise covered with flies.

The mothers placed their wares in the form of vegetables and red chili on a shabby mat.

"Sayur Ma'am. Five thousand" he said in a raucous voice. But people only glanced at a glance without stopping to just bid.

The mother could do nothing. He did not give up and continued to peddle his wares.

At the other end, there were about six men who seemed to be market thugs, walking around with a stoic stoog while quoting security money from traders.

Those are Saturday market thugs who charge security fees from every trader. No one dared to oppose them. Because their union is very strong. Starting from the terminal, to the market, they always ask for protection money. If not, then be prepared to accept their tantrums. It's been like that for a long time.

When they arrive at the market, they then split up into three groups, then began to beg traders. And it was not uncommon for them to destroy merchandise when merchants could not give them money.

Now, two of them stopped in front of the mothers, stepped on a pile of chili peppers with their shoes and shouted, "Bu Zainab. Where's your security money?!"

"I don't care. Not like last Saturday. You didn't give us protection money. If there is no deposit this Saturday, then no longer sell on the market this Saturday!" The man warned.

"Please bang. His trade has not yet been sold. How do I give security money while the merchandise has not been sold. Let alone to give you brother, to buy food I have no money. Please bang. Later if something does, I'll give it," the mother almost cried explaining to the man. He hoped that the man would have mercy on him.

"I don't want to know. Anyway, when I asked, knew there was. Otherwise, I'll destroy your merchandise. Now there is no longer a word later or tomorrow. Give it up now, or don't open the stall here!"

The mother was getting saddened when she heard this threat. How could he give money to them if his merchandise still had nothing to sell.

The mother became very sad. In the past, when his son was still alive, he had never suffered such a fate. Although not rich, but their daily needs are fulfilled. But now, after his son died, the bitterness of life began to be felt. He even had to sell to make a living.

"Heh. Your tears don't happen here. I'll count to three. If you don't pay, this stuff of yours I'll destroy!" Said the man who started packing a few piles of vegetables to fly scattered.

"Don't bang. Please don't!" Pinta the mother while crawling held the man's leg.

"Don't waste my time! I have to ask the other traders. Pay or leave this place. If not, I'll hit you!"

"Please don't!"

"Fuck up!"

Bugh...!

The man pushed his legs forward, causing the mother to fall.

Meanwhile, the mother's merchandise had already fallen apart. Some tomatoes roll on the ground. Eggplants, chili, kale and some other types of vegetables are scattered and no longer possible to be sold.

Many people have seen the mother being abused. However, none of them provided any help. For them, it's none of their business. It's better not to interfere, than later they're hard on their own. After all, those people were market thugs who had gangs of their own. Dare to interfere, then others will come and help.

Once some time ago there was someone who took the initiative to defend the persecuted merchants. But, what the defender got was just slaps, punches and kicks that put the meddling man in a coma in the hospital. That was why no one else dared to defend. Although they looked, they seemed to blind their eyes to avoid the problems that would befall them.

"That's the consequence if you don't pay security money. You can be a good example for other traders. Here's an example if you dare not give us protection money" said the man. He deliberately said that out loud for the other traders to hear. And it's true. As soon as his eyes stared at the other merchant, the merchants instantly turned their attention. Some even pretended to bow their heads.

"This madman of yours. Don't you have a mother? You were born of a woman. But persecuting me who might be the same age as your mother. Totally barbaric. I'm not the trash. You are the trash. Society rubbish!" Maki the mother who has lost her patience. Who would not be angry if his merchandise was destroyed in such a way. Let alone looking for profit, make a return on capital is already impossible because the situation is no longer feasible to sell.

"I'm a savage you say? Good. I'll show you an example of what a savage is!" Said the man while grabbing the veil on the mother.

The mother squealed in pain because the grip of the man's hand not only grabbed the mother's veil. But, the hair of the mother who was in the veil was also interested.

"This is what savages say!" Said the man while raising his hand to slap the mother's face.

The mother was scared. He immediately closed his eyes and resignedly accepted the slap. However, a few seconds passed, but the slap did not arrive. Finally, the mother opened her eyes. And now the mother saw a young man accompanied by a man she knew was clutching tightly to the hand of the man who was about to slap her until the man's hand was floating in the air.

Seriate...