Everyone must have known about the Hellchild hoodlums, Hellchild stands for Hendrikstraat Club Child. Actually Hendrikstraat is like the street name, Frederik Hendikstraat 111, and the club name is Beat Club. So, we abbreviated it with the name Hell Child (English: child of hell). This place is a hangout place for young people who love freedom and rebellion against monotonous life.
Every night, we spend time in this place just to unwind and strengthen the solidarity of our friendship. Here, we don't fight or get into trouble too often. Because, we hold the principle "You sell, I buy. You sell, I buy".
"I miss you, babe." A pair of smooth hands embraced me from behind.
"You guys are getting sticky like horse dung," said Darwin, whose bacot was the hardest to handle.
"Just be envious of you, find a girlfriend to eat so it's not lonely!" I pulled my girlfriend to sit on my lap, her name is Sofie.
"Damn you, Bon!" annoyed Darwin, picking up children's snacks.
"Eh Bon! When will you go to Indonesia?" asked Hanson who looked serious.
"Well, the idiot!" annoyed Hanson to me who didn't answer his question because I was still kissing Sofie.
"Patience dog!" I protested that the boy had slapped my head behind me.
"Where were you asking?" I asked, who hadn't even heard him speak.
"Until the afterlife!" Chris replied representing Hanson's heart.
"When did you leave for Indonesia?" repeated Hanson while playing a game on his laptop.
"The day after tomorrow," I said, starting to waver a little because of the effect of the wine I had been drinking from earlier.
"I want to join!" Sofie whining spoiled my heart, making my heart rippled like an electric current entered my body.
"You're still a minor," I replied because I didn't want to bother taking care of other people there.
"But can I play there?" asked Sofie forcefully.
"Yes, dear," I said so quickly.
We continued our activities by chatting casually accompanied by bottles of alcohol, wine, and cigarette bars as sweetener. Our chat is not far from football, women, music and the crazy past we ever had. We really enjoy the life we live, cause life must go on!
Gradually the atmosphere becomes boring! And finally I, who is basically a boredom, decided to play with technology. Without my asking permission from Hanson as the owner of the laptop, he already understands what I want.
"Bon, your girl will be complicated if there is something wrong," said Marcel, who was a coward
"Take it easy, Cel. He's a genius brain, he's pro," said Alex to calm the Marcel.
"1, 2, 3!" Instantly all the bar lights and roadside lights including all the T-junction lights turn off when I press the enter button on the laptop I play with. All vehicles run into each other's stop lights which are already in uncertain direction giving orders. I hit the enter key again and all the chandeliers on the curb started to break. A few minutes later, maybe the news of this situation quickly spread, the sound of police sirens approached, immediately I turned on all the lights that I turned off. My hand hurts to press the enter key again. And as a result, all the money that was in the roadside ATM machine on the way out, making the pedestrians collect money that fell.
"Buseeett, Boon! It's a place!" Alex was amazed to see my work.
"Run, you idiot! Hurry up and run!" I ordered while securing laptops to the children because several policemen started running towards us holding pistols ready to shoot the fugitives they were after.
"Stop, you guys!" shouted the policemen, firing their pistols towards the sky.
"I'm not the lackeys who obey what your bastard said!" I shouted loudly.
I stopped a passing taxi to take Sofie home first. Sofie did not want to obey my orders, but thanks to the persuasion of Hanson, who is a love-hungry playboy, finally Sofie wanted to go home in a taxi that had stopped in front of us.
We ran back with the added act of social engineering. Alex enters a bookstore and pretends to be a bookseller, Marcel and Darwin play their rapp action on a rather crowded land and they both start to be surrounded by many people, Marko and Chris pretend to be rental bike guards, Hanson and I pretending to be someone looking for a fake address!
"Sorry, Mr. Police. I want to ask where this address is in the direction, sir?" I asked the police who had been chasing us. I saw Hanson's face was already pale, I gave a signal to Hanson that everything would be fine.
"You ask the others, we are chasing our fugitives," replied one of the policemen who I stopped just now.
"Oh, good sir! Thank you!" I said as calmly as possible so that they would not be suspicious. They began to continue their work.
"Crazy you, Bon! Dropping off to prison ?!" Bacot Hanson was getting frustrated.
"Gosh, Hans. We've been like this so many times you're still shocked!" I said with a little oddity. Not long after, the other children started to gather.
"What was that? Just safe, right?" I asked them.
"It's safe, Bon! If it's not safe, we've already been dragged by the police to iron bars!" Darwin's grunts with his trademark quip. The children laughed at Darwin's words.
A little story about us.
Alex, the hardware enthusiast has a pretty sad background. His mother committed suicide due to mental stress, his father was a nocturnal woman who always supported him without affection.
Darwin, the man lacks affection which makes him unable to control his language in interacting with older people.
Marko, the son of a mother who used to spend his mother's money. Even so, he is the most humble person among us.
Marcel, he's the most obscure of us. His ridiculous behavior makes it easy for us to get along when we have problems.
Chris, the guy who has a thousand dreams on his shoulder. He wanted to be the ruler of the world, he said! The condition of his family is the best among us. He is also a very understanding and caring person for us.
Hanson, two words to him, PLAY BOY! He can't see a little beautiful girl just playing nerobos. But like this too, he's a wise person!
And lastly, me! I've explained in the prologue about me! I am just an ordinary person who only wants world recognition about me. Alright, that's all!
We founded the Hellchild gang since grade 1 junior high school, chaired by myself. Actually, it's not what I want, but this is the result of a joint deliberation!