So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs
7. Burn Money

Ikram stared at him for a long time, but said nothing more.

Command is command, the point is.

Besides, it's weird that Tanjung bothered to explain why she ordered something. Tanjung Principle, if Ikram has a brain, just think of the reason why Tanjung ordered something.

"Yes, your money."

"Make?"

Tanjung did not feel the need to answer. Just waiting for him to pull out his wallet and hand over the entire contents.

"Tomorrow if this chick comes out, come here. Bring me HP."

"Who was beaten up? When do you want to talk like this?" I mean, Ikram, let him follow up on what he should.

"Huh?"

But in the ears of the Cape it even sounds like an insult.

Tanjung's expression instantly coldly heard the word.

Who's hiding? The cape is just resting. He was tired of having to do this and that. Tanjung is not avoiding anyone at all, let alone fear because yesterday almost died.

Nonsense is not funny at all.

"I mean, Bos—"

"What's? You all can't walk if there's no way I kicked you guys way?"

Ikram. "That's not what it means."

"Bodo means what."

Cape shook his hand, telling Ikram to leave because his business was done.

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Come to think of it why did Suri not expel him directly?

Why is he not feeling good, but that person also does not care about the good heart when troublesome it.

The talk of humbling people seems to be talented.

Suri's steps brought him no direction. Because of that person, Suri so had no control removing a cigarette in his cigarette box, sipping while sitting near the dock.

Rich people are good, Dad. They live thinking they rule the world.

Or a stupid world, huh? Controlled by paper that can be torn.

"Dec, it's money."

Suri remembers something that sucks because of that shitty guy.

"Well, where did you get your brother from? It's an old date."

"Here, don't ask too many questions. There go, buy what food cake. Shop for clothes."

"Don't sell drugs? Duh, no need, deh. Repot the business."

"You wanna get slapped in sandals, huh?"

Because of the money, his brother left.

Because of the money, he was alone.

Because of the money, his life was a mess.

Why should Suri live in this money-enslaved world?

Sucks.

Suri breathed cigarette smoke into the air. A cigarette has run out. But those annoying memories made him lose control again.

In the end a box of cigarettes for a month runs out in a day, just for Suri's impingement.

Suri moves in when night falls, returning to her apartment only to find the stranger still there.

I don't know why Suri wouldn't look at that guy. So after the shower, he pulled over to the corner, closed his ears with headphones and began to fantasize while waiting for his consciousness to disappear.

But suddenly .. the person was standing in front of him.

Throwing right in front of him a wad of red money.

"Take it." He talks so much like a human thrusting a bone at a dog.

Suri's eyes immediately looked at him sharply. As low as Suri, he was not an animal. How dare this stranger treat Suri like an animal when he lives too because it is helped by Suri.

"Lo think I'm a dog? You throw something on me to eat?"

"Important?"

The guy replied flatly but sounded very arrogant and pressured. It was clear from his tone that he was very accustomed to managing people using money. Like for him, money is everything.

"What's the difference between taking this work together until the middle of the mall?"

Suri kicked the money away. "Different self-esteem."

Suri does not want to go down just for the money. Suri is looking for money just to live. If only humans could live with stones, Suri would rather look for stones than find money.

"Preciousness? Do you work with self-esteem?"

"Gue live with self-esteem." Suri pulled down the hoodie she was wearing, covering her face. "So sleep."

Basic invaders. If you're healthy, why not leave immediately, anyway?

Suri doesn't care who he is and how much money he has. The Suri wanted only him to go far, and not appear again messing with Suri's life.

"Little boy," the man sneered suddenly.

"Well?!" Suri jumped. "Eh, what's the matter, anyway?! I am patient with you, same! I do not ngusir lo, do not fight, diem aja I am justin lo! Why be the lo who kayak have ma—"

At least he did not hear Suri's voice, because what he next did was throw a match into the pile of money, scorching it all.

The reddish orange flames instantly flared burning that pile of paper, laughing at all Suri's struggles all along.

The fire seemed to be dancing while laughing with satisfaction, saying that Suri was so stupid to spend time looking for money, even though the money could burn easily.

Very easily.

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