Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
42: The Children of Punk

Arimbi's heart never stopped pounding fear because two punk children who had previously been worried about Aidan mas, even came shortly after mas Aidan left.

This time, the two brought five friends whose looks were no different from theirs. Tattoos are everywhere, piercings are no less rame, while the hair is also compact gimbal, in addition to their appearance which is also compact cumbersome.

Different from the morning, although this time the two are still playing small guitars, with the five friends brought, they immediately make Arimbi as a destination. The reason that also made Arimbi's chest pounding in fear.

“Mbak, pecelnya, Ma'am. Don't be spicy, yes!” one of them plays the guitar.

“Try to see, Mbaknya any sales, Mbak?” the other continued, while the rest and the five men who had just been invited to come, had immediately watched Arimbi's merchandise. Which, the five compact plucking fried from the box container.

“Innalilahi ...,” Inner Arimbi to hold your breath. He tried as calmly as possible. Luckily, the taxi driver and parking attendant there immediately immediately immediately. Some of them to help Arimbi prepare the order, after they also compact ask his punk children to sit on the bench that has been provided and usually used mas Aidan.

“Later if they don't pay, we put their heads down! Anyway, why the hell are they hanging around here?” whisper Mr. Santo while helping Arimbi mix the pecel seasoning.

“Honestly, I'm scared, Sir!” whispered Arimbi to Mr. Santo, as one of the parking lot there.

Although still able to serve the seventh as appropriate, Arimbi still wanted to contact mas Aidan. Therefore, after his seventh order was completed he served, he immediately contacted Aidan. He sent WA messages for fear of interrupting.

Just about to sigh, Arimbi who was still standing behind his trading desk, was surprised by the mockery of one of the punk children who complained that Arimbi pecel was unhygienic. There are dead flies and there are many. Even the punk kid until meluda*hi pecelnya before finally memban*ting and menggi*lasnya.

“Yang is right!” upset Mr. Santo immediately alerted with his colleagues because the seven punk children who came, compact standing while memb*nting a complete plate, and initially they were greedy.

The punk child was increasingly unacceptable because of getting resistance from Mr. Santo and friends. The seventh*muk and deliberately disbursed Arimbi merchandise with bru*tal. Everything is so broken without anyone being saved. Unsold trade is a quarter is lost. Arimbi who was initially very frightened and shocked, did not accept.

He took the frying pan he brought, then Arimbi hant* to those who had been immediately secured. Two of them have been immediately pinched, the rest are still fugitives, but market people including male traders have helped immediately. Some of those who escaped were carrying daggers. They continue to try to fight even though they have been cornered.

The atmosphere is very noisy at the same time gripping. Some of the residents, especially women and do not dare to help secure, compact move aside and hide into their respective shophouses and homes. However, some of them are also there who capture through a mobile phone camera shoot into a video that is directly disseminated to social media.

“You think you can fool me!” said Arimbi still menhan*tam-hantam* skillet weight to the body and head and face of the punk child that has been secured. The hands and feet were tied behind the back using a rope.

In front of there, at the edge of the gate of the residents' house, one of the punk children tried to turn his dagger into the face of Mr. Santo. There was a fierce defense between Mr. Santo and the punk who Arimbi tafsir older than mas Aidan. Not wanting to stay silent because it was already a row, Arimbi immediately ran away then menhan*tamkan his image to the face in the punk child whose nose is decorated with many piercings.

In just one hanta*man, the punk boy fell. Mr. Santo immediately stepped on his back, then pulled the two hands of the punk to the back, as powerful as possible. No matter how busy they are, they groan in pain and even ask for forgiveness.

“Belink, Om. Don't forget, secured too!” remember Arimbi while picking up his vows. So thick was his frying pan, the pan was fine. Not a dent at all.

In fact, all those involved secure the punk children including Arimbi, to ngos-nosan at the same time sweat. But Arimbi's skillet, still safe and even immediately make the punk child cry in pain, after Arimbi back hann*put it as hard as possible to the back.

Mas Aidan said, just in case Arimbi can use some kind of twilight*ta. Origin is not a sharp or pointed object that can cause fatal injuries, let alone gun*ata fire for fear even Arimbi who dragged legal cases. Be, Arimbi who felt his non-stick frying pan was very heavy, deliberately brought it to sen*jata as well as just in case.

About fifteen minutes later, all seven punks were secured. The seventh was left lying on his stomach on the side of the road, in front of his seventh bench compactly sat. The seventh immediately became a spectacle, including Arimbi merchandise that was scattered in vain.

Five minutes later, Aidan arrived. The man did not come alone because Azzam who wore a black matic motorbike also participated.

Afternoon heading into the evening this time became a separate sorrow for the people of Aidan and Azzam. Because with their own heads and eyes, they found Arimbi crying over his wares. Arimbi, who uses a plastic bag instead of gloves, is picking up, putting all his co*tor merchandise into a large bag.

“Patience, well, Ma'am!” lirih a fried-seller woman whose target is next to Arimbi's base. It helps Arimbi clean up while tidying things up.

The atmosphere there was more crowded because they were initially frightened and to hide, compact watching. Most of those who suddenly became a sea of humans also compact perpetuate the atmosphere there, especially the faces of the seven punk children and now still left prone like a monitor lizard satiety.

“Dek, please help Ms. Armbi. I want to take care of the district directly. If in the police here the process is slow. Let's just go to jail these guys!” upset mas Aidan. His right hand did immediately pull out his sophisticated phone from the side pocket of his pants, but his left hand stroked to Arimbi who this afternoon wrapped in a gray hijab.

Next to Mas Aidan, Arimbi was still squatting, completing all the cleaning that was being done. One big red bag that Arimbi pulled out was completely gray or it was a pecel vegetable. While next to it, one bag is no less large also almost full of fried food. Whereas if sold all, Arimbi should be able to pocket a profit of about five hundred thousand.

Seeing Arimbi in his current state, Azzam immediately did not have the heart. But if you look at the interaction of mas Aidan with Arimbi, the two are already seen very close. The two have a special bond, as if they have known each other for a long time.