---TEGUH: Tired Boy ---
20 years he lived in the world of mafia gangs.
Since childhood he had not had many goals, and he felt the only world that could welcome him was this.
Life in the city forced him to do that, he didn't want to work or be ordered by a boss in an office or anything like that.
His father was a coolie and his mother a housemaid, and he could feel seeing them as the lowest of the lowest.
At school he always failed and did not know what he wanted to do there and what he could get there.
He remembers how he looked from the window of his wooden house, envious of the motorcycle gangs and mafia that roamed around his house.
No one dared to mess with them if they were playing gambling or playing cards.
They drink Wine and Alcohol or even drugs as they please.
[Note: In Indonesia certain place drinking Wine or Alcohol is prohibited and considered taboo]
Everyone is afraid of them.
He knew he would want to live in a world like that.
And he entered into that world since he was 12 years old.
At first he only took a plastic bag containing things he did not know to the people who he didnt even now.
Then he started to know.
Several times he served the mafia, he then now everything.
Then there were dozens of jobs that he did when he was 15 years old.
And he began to understand what a 'gangster' was.
That is to be:
'an unidentified person'
Just another yesman, who serve the bosses and you didnt want people to know who you are.
Teguh saw his two skinny hands that were just in the mirror of this school toilet..
Are you a school kid?
That meant he could redo everything.
Maybe even revenge, but with whom? Do the bosses and Sabri and all his gang members exist in his life?
It was already 15 years from his previous death, he knew it from the memory in his body.
He was in a city that was quite far from his original city, there was nothing wrong with it, being it around Kampar.
He confirmed it from the memories of his new body.
But he knew his name in this second life: Azar Rahman.
One who failed to live.
Didn't have many friends, didn't know much, his parents died about a year ago.
The money left by his parents made him live frugally and sadly for 1 year.
His family had forgotten everything, or maybe Azar had forgotten about them himself.
He knows that he is also often bullied.
He saw his face in the mirror..
His chin is rather sharp, his face is practically not too white, almost brownish yellow.
His black hair is a bit thick and not too long.
Small body.
'You loser, how dare you pass in front of us?' , the voice of the big man in high school clothes ringed in his head.
The punch landed on his face so hard, he couldn't even see the big man's punch.
'The loser must stay in the dog's place', someone's voice sounded again.
Then he remembered how Azar fell then dozens of kicks were aimed at him.
He remembered several slaps quickly landed on his head.
Teguh held his head in pain because of all the things that flooded his head.
'Where's the kid named Azar huh!?'
The big man's voice coming into the classroom echoed in his head like a demon's voice.
The memory images of some of the students in his class fearfully pointed at him, like a never ending nightmare.
He remembered that he had been dropped in a ditch and that no one dared to look at him except the large group of men.
He remembered he was doused with a bucket of water and then the sound of their laughter was heard.
He remembered being targeted by books and stones and the sound of their laughter being heard.
He only remembers the big man's name.
And he remembers with a kind of desperate rage..
'Jahab'
"Ha!" Teguh just took a deep breath and gasped.
Then he looked at the kitchen knife in his hand.
Azar wants to kill himself with this knife?
What kind of god joke is this? Because the previous owner of the body wanted to die, so god transferred him to this body?
Teguh—Azar sighed.
Calm yourself Azar.. you know what you will always do.. Azar swallowed his saliva and calmed himself down..
He put the knife slowly into his pants.
He felt the hard feeling of thin iron in his trouser pocket.
*Cnginnnkkkk!*
The sound of iron triggering the faucet Azar turned with his thin hands..
*Shussshhhhhhhh*
The sound of water faucets rushing in the porcelain tub of the faucet was heard.
Azar took water from the faucet then rubbed his hair slowly..
He saw her face in the mirror..
Some of his long hair fell on his forehead.. his eyes looked flat and his irises looked dark..
For now Teguh is thinking about something:
Are you tired kid?
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---RABI: Brutality that come from the things that can be more Brutal ---
Rabbi sat in his chair, brushing his thin mustache.
His eyes were flat on the table filled with books and paper and pens.
Bored.
He didn't know what he wanted to do.
Rabbi just folded his arms in front of his chest and took a deep breath.
He is bored.. there is nothing he can do.. everything in this world nothing can make him feel something..
He sat alone in his class in the back seat.
Currently the class is on a break, where all his classmates are either playing in the field or eating in the canteen.
He could only see all the students playing football in the field, with sunlight falling on them all.
*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*
The sound of footsteps that sounded aggressive and rude or like someone angry could be heard entering the classroom.
Hm?
Rabbi then moved his neck from looking towards the window, towards the entrance of his class-
*BTUM!*
The sound of a man's kick hitting the wall directly behind him like he was about to hit him resounded.
The man was seen smiling as he pulled his leg from his kicking position to return to his normal upright position.
Then he stretched out his hands in a friendly manner in front of Rabbi.
Martin.
Rabbi very close to think its someone want to punch him.
Martin is a rather chubby man with big feet and hands that, although fat, look strong and have a stout body.
His face was cheerful but one could say his flat eyes revealed a kind of ominous and uncomfortable aura.
"What the f*ck is wrong with you!? You're asking for a fight?" , said Rabbi angrily.
"Relax, just kidding, come on you shouldn't be like that," said Martin who pulled a chair from the table beside him to sit down.
Martin just looked at Rabbi with a grin as he sat in front of him.
"Why?" , asked Rabbi, stretching out his hands.
"Nothing, why bother alone?" , asked Martin, pointing at it.
Martin just stared at the Rabbi with a long grin.
After a few minutes of silence, Rabbi realized something Martin was about to say.
Rabbi just frowned, "no, don't involve the love story you shithead-
"Eh, eh, eh, don't refuse! Don't refuse! Definitely this! Don't reject what's in your heart dog!" , said Martin with a laugh while pointing at him.
Rabbi only raised one of his eyebrows, "Shut up! I'm not—I'm not related to any woman ya bastard!-
"Astagfirullahalazim Rabbi.. there is no relationship with any woman? How is your mother Rabbi ..", said Martin while placing his palms on his chest and closing his eyes while shaking his head.
The rabbi just leaned his back against the wall, "Son of the Dajjal, where did I say that you f*ck-
"Girlfriend broke up?" , Martin said quickly as he pursed his lips and lowered his face.
"Hah?!" , the Rabbi was surprised to hear it.
"Or rejected by a girl?" , said Martin, raising one eyebrow.
Rabbi got up from leaning his back against the wall, "I told you damn it I didn't have anything-
"What do you like to be taken by someone else? Or just not achieved?" , said Martin as he leaned towards Rabbi and put his elbows on his knees.
"Stop it dog," said the Rabbi in a calm but threatening voice.
This time he was fed up.
No shouting or joking.
This time it's just a threat.
Martin just smiled wider to see him do that, he seemed happy to see her reaction.
His eyes were like seeing a hidden stone in the ocean that only he found and no one believed that it was valuable, began to glow.
Martin just backed away, "calm down! Calm down! Just kidding.. just kidding.. we don't have to fight ..", said Martin with a happy laugh.
After a while his smile made Rabbi a little uncomfortable.
Martin then pointed at him, "Then what are you doing?"
"Nothing! What do you want me to do?!" , said the Rabbi, who just stretched out his hands and couldn't answer anything.
"Don't be angry, bi," said Martin who just stood up from his chair.
The sound of his footsteps starting to walk towards the window slowly could be heard.
The sound of his treads was deep and not too fast, suitable to his body weight but there was a kind of aura that made him that way compared to his weight.
"Just watch people playing football... why are you sitting here alone? It's better to play along there," said Martin who smiled looking at the window.
Martin was seen frowning and holding the window ledge firmly.
His face looks like he's looking in a certain direction.
"Oi Rabbi, take a look, there are children who come to Jahab with a knife," said Martin with a smile.
Rabbi just furrowed his brows and stood up from his chair.
"Ha?" , said Rabbi as he stepped closer to Martin.
"Look, that" said Martin, pointing to something outside the window.
Rabbi then stood beside Martin quickly and looked out the window.
Seen a skinny student entering the field in the midst of people playing soccer with a knife.
He walked in a terrifying manner towards Jahab.. like a machine that had done this so many times..
He sort of knows skinny students but out of nowhere..
Wait, that's the student Jahab has bullied a lot lately, isn't it? Rabbi often saw the child being bullied by Jahab's entourage, either being doused or thrown into a ditch.
He wants revenge?
To his surprise he walked fast enough towards Jahab that no one around the field saw him until he got really close.
When he got really close there were screams and the sound of people gaping.
"Oi! Oi! Someone's got a knife!"
"Hey! What are you doing!"
"Ugh! Huh! What's that!"
But what he did was something other people didn't expect.
The skinny boy didn't use the knife in his hand to stab Jahab.
On the contrary..
The skinny boy turned his knife around.
Then he grabbed Jahab's shoulder who still didn't understand what had happened.
When the astonished Jahab looked at the skinny boy..
The skinny boy slammed the hilt of his knife into Jahab's face hard.
*BUGH!*
The loud sound of a knife hilt hitting Jahab's face was heard.
*BUGH!!*
The first hit was strong enough that Jahab couldn't react as if he was about to fall, and the skinny boy continued to swing his blow.
*BUGH!!!*
The sound of the knife hilt hitting Jahab's face grew louder and louder.
*BUGHH!*
His voice was now like the bones of Jahab's face had been crushed.
Everyone could only gape in astonishment and stand staring in shock..
"Oi Martin! Get down! Save the kid! Who knows if there is a group of Jahab ganging up on him!" , said the Rabbi ordered Martin.
Martin who seemed to be filled with smiles and grins walked over quickly.
The sound of Martin's footsteps running out of the classroom was heard along with the sound of the skinny boy hitting Jahab's face.
*BUGH!*
When the impact was strong enough that blood was already pouring out of Jahab's face.
*BUGH!*
This time the sound of the swings getting louder and louder until Jahab's teeth are dripping from his mouth with blood.
Jahab was already lying unconscious in the arms of the skinny boy who kept hitting him in the face with the hilt of the knife non-stop.
*BUGH..!*
Slowly the skinny boy released his grip from Jahab.
And then the skinny boy dropped Jahab in the field in an unconscious state..
"YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN! I PROMISE IN THE NAME OF GOD! YOU WILL DIE!" , said the skinny boy while pointing a knife at Jahab's face in an angry voice that echoed throughout the school.
Everyone in the field looks like no one wants to come forward to stop him.
Everyone could only stand in fear and shock..
Even all of Jahab's group are like statues and can't do anything..
Rabi was even frightened to see it.
He had never seen anything so brutal as something that could actually be more brutal.
The boy then stood before everyone's suprises gazes and was silent in shock.
Then the skinny boy wiped his mouth and slowly walked away from Jahab who was lying unconscious.
It looks like the knife he is holding doesn't have the slightest blood on the iron part.
But a lot of blood is can seen on the hilt of the knife..
The skinny boy threw his knife on the ground until it stuck to the ground.
And nothing stopped him from leaving.