OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 9 TEN YEARS LATER
Jakarta, April 2014
Have you ever felt lost but unable to express pain? You've never tried
forgetting a love that doesn't count on you? Ah.. It's just about how you let go and accept reality.
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Ten years have passed since the arrival of Weini and Haris to Jakarta. Not only the language but the local customs they have mastered. Weini is now in the 2nd grade of High School, one of the public schools in Grogol. Throughout the course of their lives for ten years, they did not escape from falling awake. Haris often had to change jobs until he finally felt comfortable as a private teacher and opened a Mandarin course at home. The reason is so that he can work while keeping Weini.
Once he became a foreign company contractor, armed with fluent Mandarin skills, plus his multitalent talent, it was not difficult for Haris to get a high-paying job. He decided to resign from the job because he had left Weini who was then 10 years old for nine days out of town. Weini had to take care of herself, lucky that there was a couple who was familiar with Haris and willing to take care of Weini, unfortunately the little girl was reluctant to stay in their house, so that the couple only came in the morning to deliver food.
“ ⁇ Wo You Ge Hao Jia Ting (i have a good family), ⁇ You yi ge Fu qin (have a father) , ⁇ Bing You Mu Chin (and have a Mom). ⁇ Wo Ai Tha (i love her)”.
Weini helps Haris teach junior mandarin classes. This afternoon he held ten aged disciples
a six-year range, meanwhile Haris teaches in the adjoining room for high-level classes. After four years in Jakarta, Haris was able to buy a house in the Grogol area. It was at home that Weini was educated to be an independent, resilient and skilled martial artist.
Prangs…
Teaching and learning activities stopped instantly as the sound of broken glass blared from the living room. Haris calms his student who begins to rumble in fear, as well as Weini, who is drunk on seducing a girl who cries in surprise.
“Weini, come out you!” the sound of a man's shout loudly challenged the occupants of the house. Three men stood up
outside the fence, the stone-throwing offender ruffled his waist to show his charisma.
Haris looked at Weini with a Tanya mark, what kind of trouble has this girl created? Weini followed
haris steps in front, once at the main door he breathes in. “He again he again..”.
“What do you need, sir? Maybe we can talk about it well in the house.” Haris offers them to come in and
negotiate. The commotion outside could attract the attention of the passing Massa in front of the road.
“Nevent the foul talk! We're here to hold Weini.” accountable Jerky man with fat body while ruffled waist. The style of the misfortune hero made Weini painstakingly hold back the laughter.
“What's the answer, sir? Can you explain while relaxing inside?” Haris was still patient, he even turned to Weini who was standing beside him to ask for an explanation. But Weini shook her head, equally confused as to what the uninvited guest meant.
“Weini, you don't get pretentious. Look at what you did to my son! His head was smacked with a smackdown. You
think he's a football?” the man pulled the hand of a man of Weini's age. With his face bowed and his head full of bandages, the man fell silent into a thousand languages.
“I don't understand the point, Weini please explain what happened? You hurt that kid?” Haris interrogated Weini, his gaze as if he could skin Weini alive.
“She's next-class kid, every day comes to my head. At first I gave him not much trouble, but he asked for more. He almost hit me first, I was just martial. Then I hit his arm, why even his bandaged head?”
Haris began to lose patience, the harsh words that the man uttered were very offensive to him. Whatever Weini is, it's inappropriate for a grown man to say such an insult.
“Alright, if it is violence you want, I will serve it. There's CCTV in my house,
and I can make a witness in court later that you who began to look for problems in people's homes, issued harsh words and attacked physically first.”
The ferocious man instantly shrieked, his tiger fangs turning into mouse fangs. He lowered the wood, trying to refrain from attacking first. But his pride was too high to lose just like that.
“Licik once you. Your son deserves to be like that, fruit falling not far from the tree. Then how is your responsibility for my child's bruises? I can also complain to the police.” The man refused to die a tick.
“Please report, you may have enough evidence to drag my son as a suspect. However
if your evidence is not strong, be prepared to face my counter-claim on defamation charges. Is not this State a State of law, justice must be served. If my son is wrong, he will be punished according to his reward. You should also instead accept the risk of attack from me.”
The man gritted his teeth, his opponent's throws actually hurt his pride. If he continues, it is not impossible that he lost terribly and got caught in legal trouble. He was too optimistic to take advantage of Weini's mistakes to ask for thugs. His son was hit by Weini but only his left hand was injured, but he wrapped his head and accused it of Weini's actions. If this problem is reported to the police until it must be done by TKP and witnesses, it is the same as delivering yourself to stay at the prodeo hotel.
“Cih... Very clever you kelit. You wanna threaten me? I'm not afraid of all that. Wait for me to collect
proof, we continue the case. Don't expect to escape your responsibility!”
The three rioters turned around, retreating regularly before the war. Haris heaved a sigh of relief, he did not need to use violence in resolving this matter. Although proficient in kung fu, but can not carelessly issue a style. As much as possible avoid physical conflict so as not to be targeted by the enemy. The higher the tree, the stronger the wind blew it. That's what Weini always taught us.
“Pak Haris I'm sorry I got you in trouble like this.” Weini sincerely apologized, she refused
trouble Haris with the conflict he created. Pretending to be weak when able to fight has long been done. His kungfu ability also reached a high level, but not once did he take it out. The boy alone was just a tepis when his cheek almost got a raw bogem from the toaster.
“Already, I know you better. They are just making things up, can blaspheme people but not reflect. Indeed the fruit fell not far from the tree.” Haris shook his head as he re-entered the course room.
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A yin compass board lying on the table, the tip of the needle moved tightly clockwise.
Spells ring out in the silence of a room. There was only one who was there, the owner of the spell. The compass needle stops, then spins in the opposite direction. Suddenly a sword floated up and stuck on it. The incantation owner walked over, pulled out the sword and raised the compass board.
“Gu rum o ram cat tap.. show your power according to my command.” his wiry lentic eyes closed while reciting the incantation. Instantly the compass board in his hand glowed red forming a round curvature. The beam slowly extended like a laser beam and pointed at the map on the wall. The red light was pointing at a single point on the map. The man immediately put the still-luminous compass board on the table, he grabbed the pen and immediately checked the bright spot on the map.
A satisfied smile rang from both corners of the lips. The wait of many years, the time of practicing magic secretly
as long as it produces positive results. He circled a city name on the map, he made sure what he had been looking for was there. The magic signal sent from afar was finally able to penetrate and was able to receive. The sender of the magic must be someone who knew him very well.
“Jakarta, I'll come!”
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