Revenge
7.
Beginning of Revenge
~What’s the meaning of power, if it is used to weaken others.~
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BUGHHHH!!!!
Alex’s back was hit with wood by Yoga. Alex fell to the floor.
“Argh!” Alex only complained a little. Alex clutched his back. Then looked at Yoga with a frown.
The screams of the female students were heard again. They are hysterical with the behavior of Yoga and the gang. The gang fights every day at work.
Then, Yoga prepared to return the wood to Alex.
“Ma… th… tsk…!”
The badminton bat flew. Then...
PRACT!!!!
The wood bounced off before hitting Alex’s head. One of the bodyguards had kicked Yoga’s wood hard. The four bodyguards did appear suddenly. Beat up Yoga and the gang. Alex was still in shock. They still go to school even though Alex forbids them. Moreover, Alex was in danger. It was an order from the great master. The orders of the great master should be followed more than the orders of the young master.
The girls’ screams grew louder. And the bodyguards chased the delinquents mercilessly. So...
“STOP!!!” Mrs. Dewi and the principal suddenly came.
The bodyguards stopped catching the arrogant gang.
“What is this? Why did you-you enter our school and persecute our students?” asked Mrs. Dewi.
The head of the Bodyguard answered firmly, “they beat our young master with a badminton bat.”
Mrs. Dewi and Mr. Arka looked at the scattered logs on the floor.
“Is what they said true?” asked Mrs. Dewi on Yoga.
Yoga and the gang didn’t answer.
“They also ganged up yesterday on our young master on the first day of school,” the head bodyguard continued, “if we didn’t come. It’s possible that our master’s head had already been smashed by him!”
Tomy, the head bodyguard, pointed at Yoga’s face. Yoga’s face is battered too.
“If we don’t come, our master might die at the hands of these thugs! These rogues that this school defends? Well! We can process this into legal channels.”
Pak Arka replied, “Wait, sir! We can solve it with the family.”
Mrs. Dewi looked at Alex who was still sitting on the floor. His face did have bruises. Looks like it wasn’t today’s wound but yesterday’s.
“So it’s true that you guys beat up the new kid yesterday?” asked Mrs. Dewi angrily.
They are closed. Looking down. Then, they were all brought to the BK (Counseling Guidance) room. Alex and the bodyguards also came to the BK room. Provide information and processed interrogation. One of the bodyguards had already called Marco. After a few minutes, Marco came with a group of police.
“Arrest them, sir,” Marco said, “we have evidence from the post-mortem of the young master’s injuries. They already ganged up on our young master on the first day of school.”
“Lie!” said Yoga.
“You can’t dodge anymore, brat! We have the tape,” Marco said. Apparently, yesterday Alex also recorded their action without their knowledge.
“All the students who watched also became witnesses, who was the attacker and who was attacked,” Marco said firmly.
Yes! Finally, thought Alex. Get rid of you Yoga...! You will get what you sow, Alex thought happily.
The police handcuff Yoga and the gang. Get them into the police car and process them in legal action.
Yoga, 18 years old, did not go to class 2 times. Son of an import businessman. Bagas, 17 years old, an ordinary person, just a Yoga follower. Cepi, 18 years old, has missed class 3 times. Yoga followers. Regional official’s son. Roni, 16 years old, an ordinary person. Yoga followers. Damar, 17 years old, ordinary person, Yoga follower. Dony, 17 years old, an ordinary person, just a Yoga follower. Keenan, 18 years old, the son of a coal entrepreneur, is always a friend beside Yoga.
The police are tired of filling in their biodata. They have 15 students in one gang. Can’t be mentioned one by one either.
“Are you guys planning on going to school?” asked the policeman. He looked at the thugs in high school uniforms.
“Soon your parents will pick you up. For those under age only. The rest must be standby here. The process is still long. You are not underage anymore. Understand?”
The police looked at Yoga, Cepi, and Keenan. Some of their parents came. And bring them home. Someone is teasing their child. Someone cursed them. Someone dragged them into the car.
There are only 3 people who have not been picked up. Yoga, Cepi and Keenan. Elite school gang masters. The police put them in a prison cell. While waiting for trial.
“Your parents will also come. But not immediately free. You will be responsible for everything. Your parents will pay a lawyer to defend you,” said the policeman while locking the bars.
Yoga, Cepi, and Keenan looked at each other. Then they had a little argument. And hit each other.
“Hey, hey! You guys still want to keep playing boxing?” asked the police.
Immediately they stopped. Then sit on the floor limply. They are behind bars.
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Drrrtttt...
Drrrrrttt...
His cell phone kept ringing but Hendra refused to pick up. His wife had been calling him. Usually also call things that are not important. He thought.
In Mr. Hendra’s office.
“Sir, we have information. Our partner oil companies dare not sell to us anymore. Because it’s being reported in the media that Mr. Yoga is going to jail,” said Putra, his personal assistant.
“Hah?” Hendra showed Shock’s face.
Drrrtttt... Drrrtttt...
Hendra finally picked up the phone.
“Papa.... our child is going to jail, Pi. Everyone’s excited!” His wife’s voice sounded hysterical and shrill, “Hurry up and come to the police station, Pi. Our son needs a lawyer.”
“Just you wait,” he answered simply.
Hendra immediately hung up the phone.
“Who dares to put my son in prison?”
One said, “they were fighting at school.”
“Hhhffff… that kid likes to throw tantrums. Should I just throw away all the kids like that?”
Hendra took his coat. Then use it. He put the remaining cigarette butts in the ashtray. He rose from his seat. Stand up and leave the office.
A driver was waiting for him outside the office.
The son followed him to the car.
“Call me Lawyer Ramon. Tell him to come to the police station,” he told Putra.
“Okay sir.”
Yoga comes from a wealthy family. His father was an importer and a hard worker. Because his mother pampered him too much, Yoga became a failed product. After all, he will be the only heir. Hendra was annoyed. His teeth chattered. He didn’t want anyone to disturb his son.
At the Police station.
Hendra arrived and sat in front of the police.
“Call me that bastard,” he told the police.
“Okay sir.”
After a few minutes the police brought Yoga in front of his father. Then...
PLAQUE!
PLAQUE!
Hendra slapped Yoga’s cheeks.
“Embarrassing! Not the right school. Just fight your job. This time, I don’t care even if your school expels you,” said Hendra with a firm face. His eyes turned red. Yoga didn’t even dare to look Hendra in the eye.
Yoga bowed. His eyes were sore. Only this time Hendra slapped him. No matter how naughty he was, Father never once played with his hands.
“This is the last mischief,” said Hendra, “after that I don’t care anymore.”
Hendra walked away. Then he ran into Ramon outside.
“Uh, there is Mr. Hendra. I was called by Pak Putra earlier,” said Ramon, stopping in front of him.
While Yoga is still sitting still.
“Yes, please my son, Ramon,” he said simply, “I’ll go first. I have important business.”
Hendra waved his hand at Ramon. And keep getting in the car. Go leave the police station.
Ramon saw Yoga bend his face. There was still a trace of his father’s slap on his cheek. It seems, Yoga looks like he’s been crying. He seemed to be wiping the corners of his eyes. His face still had bruises and cuts.
“Hhhhhh... you again,” said Ramon snorted when he arrived in front of Yoga.
Hendra headed to a place. The tower building for the Saudi oil company. Hendra looked in a hurry. He didn’t want to lose his chance. Because the quality of the oil from this company is the best. If, Hendra buys oil from another company. Not necessarily the same quality and more expensive.
Hendra went into the CEO’s room himself. He seemed to have gotten used to entering the room. Hendra stepped without hesitation and called out a name. Someone sat in his chair with his back to Hendra.
“Mr Zindaq! Why did you cancel our agreement?”
Hendra did not know that the previous CEO had been fired. Someone was sitting in that chair. He hasn’t shown himself to Hendra yet. Alex deliberately gave a surprise. He turned his back to the table and Hendra.
“My father and I did a lot of things in the oil drilling project,” said Hendra again, “how could you cancel this one-sidedly.”
“Then?” asked Alex, raising his voice.
Hendra didn’t know who he was talking to. A teenage Alex who is belittled by adults. Of course, don’t underestimate teenagers, now many teenagers are growing up quickly.
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