In the Name of a Mate
Chapter 27: Revenge

No look of mercy was emitted. Only vengeance and lust rule the heart, without a word Qais raised the gun right towards the heart making the person he called uncle less than five minutes ago tremble in fear

"I'm still good for directly killing you, not torturing you like you did to my parents"

"You think I'm stupid and don't know anything? You think I'm just a snot kid who doesn't understand anything?"

"I have to kill you today because it turns out that not only am I the victim of your greed but there are many innocent people out there"

"Your father sinned" Qais fell silent as the man in front of him spoke, he refrained from pulling the trigger of his gun even though his hands were itching to do so

"Your father sinned because he took away my father's love. He's nothing more than a half-brother, but why he always gets more than I get. She was always praised and proud, whereas I was? I'm for him nothing more than a thing that is used at a certain time"

"Only your father, your father called as if only he existed. While me? His own son was neglected" Mr. Rangga spilled out his thoughts, bringing out what made him to do so

"Did my father ever ask to be treated like that?!. Don't blame her as if you're feeling the most hurt, from your temper now you've never changed at all even after getting what you want"

"What do you mean?!" Mr. Rangga spoke in a high voice

"It's impossible that only Qais's parents would be victims if it's just for the reason you mentioned earlier" Rio spoke up, saying, from then on he only heard uncle and nephew who do not consider each other to argue

Mr. Rangga was silent, maybe he did not expect if others knew that he not only killed two people but more than that

"Why silence? You think we don't know?" Rio smiled slantingly, he looked at the man tied to the chair looking speechless thinking

"If your parents did that, then why would you do the same to your son, would that include your revenge?" Qais raised his voice. He hated to see the old man silent as if he was sorry, did it really need to be bullied like this was new to regret?

"Think well, old man. Where your heart is at least as a father, you spoil your stepson, while your biological son is not you think. Do you want to take your revenge on him too? What is wrong with not knowing anything but receiving such treatment? I'm sure Nessi is not like you until treated like that" again Mr. Rangga was silent, Qais and Rio looked at each other. They hated the moment when the man felt most guilty and regretful at the end.

"Did Nessi like to get drunk? Change couples? Or do drugs like you used to?" Mr. Rangga looked a little surprised, he looked at Qais about to speak

"Don't ask me where I know all that, because it's not important at all to talk about right now. All I want you to know is that tonight is your last night of free air"

"Because your death is in my hands" said Qais whispering softly in the man's ear

"Nessi" Qais smiled obliquely at the man's murmur as if full of regret

"I just want to avenge the death of my parents who you killed without mercy"

"And the death of my innocent brother in order to fulfill your ambition"

"DOR"

"DOR"

The dark night bears witness to how a heart full of hate and disappointment turns to vengeance. A grudge that destroyed him without him noticing.

On the road ahead there, began to look residential residents. Layla doesn't know where she is, she just obeys where the road takes her. His intention to go to residential residents hoping to get help was forced to fail because his motorbike suddenly ran out of gas. With a body that was still trembling, he tried to run as fast as possible towards the entrance gate of the housing. Honey, his speed can not match the motor that from earlier targeted him

Srekks

"Akkh" Layla yelled as her hijab was pulled by one of the impurity until it almost slipped and rang out

Her trembling body made Layla have trouble adjusting her breath to run as fast as possible. His brain cannot think clearly

"Please!" he tried to scream, but the sound that came out was just a small mutter due to his trembling body

"You can't run away from us anymore!" a group of burly men got off the bike and ran towards him. Layla knew she couldn't run any faster, her heart kept asking God for help because she believed God always protected her servant

Srekks

"Akh" this time one of them pulled his sleeve to shreds. Layla fell over hugging her own body

"Ja don't" that's all he can say to the man who is now slowly approaching

"We were told by someone, he paid us so we would only hear what he ordered. Not hearing what you ordered" the other friend laughed at hearing that made Ila look down even more frightened. He was already crying violently with his body trembling

"It's beautiful, it's not in vain that we accept this task" said another of them in an inappropriate tone

BUGH

BUGH

A loud blow rang out on the head of one of them until it fell flat on the street

"Repeat what you said to him earlier, I want to hear your dirty mouth speak"

Layla who was already trembling in fear slowly looked up with flushed cheeks and tears that were still flowing, he saw the silhouette of a man with a slightly blurry look seemed to be trampling on the mouth of one of the five people who had fallen flat on his back

"Sir Qais" he murmured after confirming the man was the one who was always chasing after him

"Don't interfere with our problems!" One of them with the cream hair pushed Qais's shoulder

"The problem is my problem. He's my future teacher and it's clear that I'll help him"

Qais hit the guy back. The battle is inevitable. Layla was speechless looking at Qais who was fighting with the five strong-bodied people. He couldn't help because he wasn't good at it. He always denied being told by Bilal or Naufal to study martial arts. The reason for that was because there were those two men who were always together and protecting him. But now Ila realized that it was impossible to be together forever.

Qais seemed to be deftly blocking them, as if he was familiar with it all. Their attacks from various directions he could read easily, Layla was only able to silently stare at him without a word. He was grateful that Allah helped him through the intermediary of Qais, the man who had not seen him since when he often had shadowed him