Teleport Systems
Episode 20 Gang Palu Sky
"Wow that's a fantastic number, what do you do to make that kind of money in a day?" ask Faisal.
"Let me walk around" Jarot said, standing up and walking.
"Alright" Faisal replied as he followed Jarot.
They walked into a hallway containing many photos on display on the wall.
"I was born in a suburban village, my neighborhood is very hard because in the village where I live is a headquarters for dealers and also thugs" said Jarot while looking at the old photos on the wall neatly.
"My childhood was very bleak because I saw my mother raped by thugs and also I saw my father burned alive" Jarot said while stroking a photo of a couple.
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In a village that is crowded with buildings.
"Kill...! burn...!" there was a hateful shout that appeared suddenly in silence.
It rained heavily that day with sadness and a terrible cry.
Dozens of people gathered in a field around one woman, one man and an 8-year-old boy.
The little man was crying and screaming in fear.
"Don't approach us..! don't touch my family..!" the man shouted while standing in front of the little man who was embraced by the woman who was also crying.
"Honey... calm down, it's okay" said the woman stammering as she stroked the little man's head with tears continuing to flow, her body trembling.
Suddenly the man who shouted in self-defense was pulled and held by several people.
The woman is pulled away from the little man.
"Mr...!" the hysterical little man shouted.
"Knees..!" the woman shouted trying to reach the little man who was none other than Jarot.
"Mona..! Jarot..!" shouted the helpless man who was being held back by dozens of people.
"Shelves...!" the sound of Jarot's mother's clothes being torn right in front of Jarot's eyes.
"Mr..!" yelled Jarot while struggling to help his mama who is not dressed anymore.
Visible look mama Jarot's eyes seemed to disappear when the men began to play his body, he was helpless because he was surrounded by dozens of men, tears continue to flow but his mouth was silent.
"Mona...!" jarot's father shouted as he thrashed harder to see his wife in the turn of dozens of men.
One man brought gasoline and doused Jarot's father's body.
Jarot's father was thrown next to his wife who is now lying pecking.
"Mona...!" jarot's father shouted while hugging his wife.
"I'm broken" whispered Jarot's mother in Jarot's father's ear.
Jarot's father looked at Jarot's mother's face with flowing tears, without him noticing the flames had devoured his body.
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"shithead" whispered Jarot as she wiped the tears flowing as she imagined the heartbreaking event.
"I was saved by a grandfather who suddenly appeared and carried me, I was carried by him by flying. He was my teacher who taught me everything he helped me to get my revenge" Jarot said as he walked.
Faisal seemed to just quietly listen with a flat face as he folded his hands walking behind Jarot.
"I trained with my teacher for 20 years until I was able to ascend to the realm of masters, I went down the mountain and immediately made an investment which directed me to meet my current friends. I haven't been able to avenge myself completely because my strength is still not enough" Jarot said.
"Then how did you get the money?" ask Faisal.
"I get land, company ownership papers, territory from the bastards I kill every day I get money from there" Jarot replied.
"Did you kill all the thugs?" ask Faisal.
"No, I can't kill 4 more people yet" Jarot replied.
"I won't tell them their names but I'll tell them why I can't reach them, they are often known as 4 sides because they are the accomplices of the great son who is the descendant of the king" replied Jarot.
"The longer I get more confused because of so much information and also confusing" Faisal murmured.
"Do I understand, do you have a child or a wife?" ask Faisal.
"I have two twins, one girl and one boy" Jarot replied.
"What about your wife?" ask Faisal.
"He died giving birth to my children" Jarot replied.
"Oh. sorry" said Faisal who looks sorry.
"What is destiny, what about you?" ask Jarot.
"I have 3 sisters one sister and the rest are men, my parents are still complete" Faisal replied.
"Krieing...!" faisal's voice sounded.
"Tante Nita" murmured Faisal while picking up the phone from aunt Nita.
"I'm sorry I picked this up first" Faisal said as he retreated slowly.
"Aunty what's wrong?" ask Faisal.
"Where are you? it's late afternoon you're not home?" ask aunt Nita.
"I came home aunty but there's still business" Faisal replied.
"You just came in today, what business are you doing?" ask aunt Nita.
"I'm looking for a job" Faisal replied.
"Why are you looking for a job..! you have to focus on school" said aunt Nita in a high tone.
"Auntie I want to seek experience" Faisal replied.
"You work in the aunt's office only later aunty provide a job" said aunt Nita.
"No need for aunty, I've got it" Faisal replied.
"Well, where do you work?" ask aunt Nita.
"Emm" Faisal said as he glanced at Jarot.
"The workshop" whispered Jarot from a distance.
"Oh yes, I work in a workshop" Faisal replied.
"It's not that it's a tough job, because you will be exhausted and will disturb the school" said aunt Nita.
"My aunt loves automotive and I want to gain experience, my boss is good because he allows me to work without the fixed hours of time I'm allowed to come when I want to, so it's like studying" answer Faisal.
Looks Jarot giving thumb.
"Hooh, you're difficult to tell, well if that's what you want before night you have to buy clothes and school equipment, auntie, already buy clothes and school equipment.So, you know, well, if that's what you want before night you have to be at home, and for the bike you choose the model only later tonight" said aunt Nita.
"Tante, for the bike I've been there because I was loaned by my boss, auntie did not have to bother buying me a motorbike" said Faisal.
"Thou art this..!" shouted aunt Nita who sounded annoyed.
"His aunt is missing" Faisal said, then he turned off the phone.
"What model do you want?" asked Jarot who suddenly appeared beside Faisal.
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