Immediately, they beat Diaz mercilessly without further ado. Until he was battered and Diaz was helpless against so many of them. What was originally only two people now grew to six. How could he fight that many. He would have been defeated by them.
Diaz resigned himself to receiving blow after blow from the street buskers. Because of a packet of cigarettes that he didn't give them, they went berserk and beat him to a pulp. Now, satisfied with making his face bruised and injured, they left laughing. Because he got what he wanted so easily.
Shit! Diaz grunted in annoyance. He endured pain all over his body. His cheeks were oozing fresh blood and his eyes were slightly bruised. It must have hurt like hell. It didn't. He actually didn't feel any pain. His heart was still hurting. His inner wounds hurt more than those losers' blows.
Diaz was staggering. He could no longer walk. Not long after, an online motorbike taxi driver who was sorry to see him came over. The young man offered to help Diaz.
"Dek, are you okay?" asked the motorbike taxi driver. He saw that Diaz needed help and immediately helped him get on the motorbike.
A few minutes later, Diaz had arrived in front of his house. He gave more money for the motorbike taxi fare. He said it was a thank you for the motorbike taxi driver helping him.
"Dek, but this is too much," the ojek driver protested. When Diaz gave him a hundred thousand. Even though the fare was only eleven thousand.
"It's okay Mang. For Mamang's family at home," Diaz said.
"Then, thank you very much, Dek! May God reward you for your kindness. Get well soon, Dek!" said the ojek driver. Diaz tried to smile. However, he couldn't do it. Because the pain in his cheek was starting to feel.
After the ojek left, Diaz went into his house. The night atmosphere in the big house was quite quiet.
Again. There was no one at home. Her mum and dad didn't come home anymore. I don't know what they were doing out there to forget their only child. It was hard to eat. There was nothing on the dining table. He had expected it. This was the reason why Diaz didn't feel at home.
Diaz went to his room on the second floor. Now, he is getting used to taking care of himself. If this is how it's done, what's the difference with living alone? Isn't boarding better?
Diaz took off his school uniform. He replaced it with a T-shirt and knee-length jeans. After that, he opened a food delivery app. What would you like to eat tonight? He was still looking through the food menu on the food delivery app.
***
Diaz opened the door to his house. It looked like the food delivery driver had arrived in front of his house. Thank goodness! The food arrived soon. Although he had been waiting impatiently for almost half an hour.
"The Geprek Chicken, Uncle!" shouted a girl in front of Diaz's gate. Her voice sounded shrill to Diaz's ears. How noisy is that girl!
Oh my! 'What is this fate?'
The delivery girl immediately fell into silence. After finding out that the one who ordered the food was Diaz, the harried senior who was also her God-send earlier. Ah, apparently the one who delivered the food was Afika. Diaz was also surprised to see her coming.
"What did you say earlier? Uncle?" Diaz was somewhat offended by Afika's words earlier. Was Diaz that old that Afika called him that? Afika grimaced.
"Sorry. I thought it was the uncles who ordered this food," Afika regretted. However, Diaz was already embarrassed because Afika's voice was so loud that it could wake up his neighbours.
"Well, where's the food!" Diaz demanded. Before Afika could give it to him, Diaz had a question to answer.
"What's wrong with your face? Who did you fight with?" Afika was being considerate. Her gaze was immediately drawn to Diaz's bruised face tonight. She was about to hold Diaz's face. However, Diaz pushed Afika's arm away.
'What the hell is holding?' Diaz didn't want to be touched by a rambunctious girl like Afika.
"Oh my gosh. That must have really hurt." Afika, who was suddenly concerned, got off the motorbike and immediately pulled Diaz's hand. She was about to bring Diaz into his house.
"Let me treat the wound first!" Afika offered. She hadn't realised how long she had been touching Diaz's hand. This time, Diaz let her.
"No need. You can just go home. It's late like this and you're still wandering the streets. Aren't you still sick?" Diaz changed the subject.
Oh, yes. Afika tapped her forehead rather hard. She forgot that she herself was still sick. But, she had a reason. Why would it hurt to come out at night.
"I can't go home in peace after seeing you battered like this," Afika said. She looked closely at the boy's face. She wanted to know how badly his face was hurt. If this was the case, how could Afika not worry?
Diaz turned Afika around and pushed her out of the house. "Already. Go home! I want to eat, not treat you," Diaz gently shooed her away.
"Wait!" prevented Afika. "I have to return the favour. I don't want there to be any indebtedness between us," she reasoned.
Diaz let out a long sigh. This girl was so hard to talk to. He couldn't even kick her out. Now, he had to give in. He would let Afika accompany him to dinner then.
"Whatever you want. Sit down first!" Diaz ordered. Afika looked around on her own.
"Where do I sit?" she asked innocently.
"Outside!" Diaz ordered again.
Oh, she means on the terrace. Afika saw a chair there earlier. Then she would sit there. After sitting on Diaz's terrace, she was confused about what else to do. It was awkward. Did she have to watch Diaz eat dinner in front of her?
"Have you eaten?" Diaz asked casually. He didn't feel comfortable eating alone.
Afika replied that she had. Lying. The sound of her rumbling stomach couldn't mask her lie. Diaz smiled briefly. Then, he invited Afika to eat with him. Not bad, he ordered a lot of food tonight. It's still more than enough for two people, he thought.
Oh my!
Diaz was dumbfounded at the way Afika was eating. Is that gluttony or hunger?
Diaz didn't blink seeing Afika eating so voraciously. Oh my God! What's wrong with that girl? Why did she eat like that? She's so ashamed of herself. It's true what people say. People who are starving eat like they don't know themselves. To the point of not paying attention to the people around them.
To be continue ….