The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Three
Sarti was twenty-three in his life this time. He took out his blood-red robe and wore it steadily. Tonight he is responding to his fate call.
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Yanto drank beer straight from the bottle. He noticed that his three colleagues were also enjoying the night after weeks of making plans and were also able to successfully execute the plan, albeit with a slight miscalculation.
Yanto stroked his necklace pendulum wrapped in black cloth. A talisman. This action made him calm. No free he has fasted for three months, abstain from eating taoge and sleep with girlfriend or prostitute women who used to wear every time he received salary money. This talisman necklace not only made him invulnerable, but it also increased his confidence and courage. It was as if nothing in the world could hold back his spirit and desire.
Randu and Pariadji, two friends from childhood, half drunk, laughing and ranting and lewd at each other jokingly, showing their happy hearts. Five hundred and seventy million rupiahs are already in hand. Half a billion more. Although it should be divided into four equally, it is still large enough for those whose lives are only around cigarettes, alcohol and women. Yanto proved to be an intelligent, brave and lucky group leader. How not, it has been three robberies, all of them succeeded brilliantly, there was no result of the robbery less than two hundred million. Two or three more times they are still able and happy to do this. It is like an office job, with a fixed and guaranteed salary.
Yanto is known to enter bui twice, for two and three-and-a-half years respectively. He seems to know well with the crime world of robbery with weapons and violence. While Randu and Pariadji, although several times beaten and beaten for being caught pickpocketing and snatching, funny has never felt the coldness of the prison floor. Working in the steel factory owned by Afung with Yanto is what makes their criminal career began to show results.
Tomi, not as cool as her name suggests, sits with her knees folded, not touching her beer at all, looking like a dirty washcloth loosened in a corner. Anxiety haunts him without shading aling-aling. He looked very frightened, clearly.
To see this, Yanto approached Tomi, "I told you, you'll be safe. You just take the money and go. I promised you you wouldn't be involved. We just need to duck two or three days until things subside and there's no suspicion."
Unexpectedly Tomi stood up, "Why do you have to poke his wife? We never talked about this. I didn't go to jail for killing" he said in a raised voice. Of course Randu and Pariadji were whiny and kept chugging the surprised beers and came to their feet with caution.
"Batch you boy. We invite you to rob Afung not without explaining the risks. You ‘kan who would rather gamble and tease the widow in Obong village there? You also ‘kan who owes tens of millions?Then why are you the most cowardly here?" pariadji. It seemed that when it was needed, alcohol could not really cradle his consciousness.
Seeing Tomi speechless, Pariadji continued, "Afung's wife is the cruelest woman I have ever known. Her husband may be the boss of the factory, but his wife has the power. You remember when she forced her husband to fire fifty employees to cut production costs? Or when he dared to slap the sixty-year-old Sapto, or ...."
"Already, quiet!" cut Tomi. "You don't need to find a justification. If it wasn't Yanto who read Afung's wife, you would have done it for pleasure. Don't think I don't know how lunge you guys out there."
One raw bogem throws Tomi backwards. Randu stood in front of Tomi who was lying on the floor. "Sissy!" said short.
Tom wakes up to shame and anger. He leaves them, climbing the iron stairs to the upper room of the warehouse of Afung's ironworks, their own boss whom they robbed two days ago.
"Let that snot boy. Just bother," said Randu later.
Yanto squinted his eyes watching Tomi's back disappear upstairs. He himself will slash Tomi's head if the young man still acts, he determined. He smiled and drank his beer back.
Tomi grabbed her hair. Shit, thought. The money from the robbery was indeed a lot, very enough to marry the widow of Obong village who made her heart stammer. But he did not expect that the rumor that Yanto was a former prisoner robbed without a heart that once killed five people without being proven was true. He saw with his own eyes how lightly his hand swung a machete slashing the neck of the poor woman. Just this morning he heard information that their boss' wife had finally died in the hospital. While Randu and Pariadji, two psychopathic bastards, even giggled behind their face cover while scooping as many rupiah sheets as Afung roared holding his wife's body.
No one suspects that they are the culprit. As warehouse keepers, they had already planned in such a way as to create an alibi. It was initiated and led by Yanto himself, proving his already qualified experience. Damn, this is the first time he was involved in order to be tempted by the number of robberies. Somehow with their previous robberies, who were the victims, how many died at the hands of these sadistic bastards.
He sat down limp, looking at the branches of the trees through the iron-glazed glass window that swayed faintly in the night breeze. The light outside was not so bright, but it was clear enough to make him rub his eyes because suddenly there was a figure of a face there.
It's ‘kan second floor, he thought.
The face slowly became clearer. Pale white ... No, but totally white. His pair of eyes were only a horizontal black line.
Tom rubbed his eyes again. He was sure he wasn't drunk tonight, he didn't even drink a mouthful of alcohol.
That white face is there. Whoever or whatever was behind that glass window was now tilting his head, watching Tomi with his blank look.
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Pandu jumped in shock. The sound of iron clashing, broken glass and Tomi's screams on the top floor were too loud and painful not to ignore.
Pariadji had even touched the handle of his machete. So did the leader, Yanto. His stick that still smelled the blood of Afung's wife slowly he drew. Instinctively, he gave the command code to Randu to do the same, pulling out his machete.
They spread out and slowly approached the stairs. Just as the third rung was stepped on by Yanto, the sound of an iron fist resounded again. Real close.
Tomi's head rolled down from the top step on the second floor and stopped at Yanto's feet.
Randu and Pariadji screamed stifled and jumped back. Yanto himself remained unshifted from his position even though thick blood flowed profusely from Tomi's severed head neck and stuck to his legs. He touched his talisman necklace while strengthening the grip on the handle of his machete.
Up there, a figure dressed in blood red and paper-white face stood holding a short celurit in his right hand that was still dripping blood colored as thick as his shirt.