Revenge Bodyguard Village
Gathering

Zeno POVs.

I'm Zeno, I'm 25 now. Actually, I used to use slang, but the word author better use polite words when telling about myself. Yes, I did it rather than the angry author and I got kicked out of this story.

According to the previous story, I had to grow up and go to Jakarta City. Well ... about now I'm quite mature, yes that's for sure, because if the age of 25 years it's enough mateng for marriage.

My goal in Jakarta is revenge not marriage. Actually, this grudge I've been holding for a long time. Ever since I knew a truth that I thought was quite painful, it was about 10 years old.

During my stay in the Village, I have completed my education until I graduated from High School, yes understand in the Village there is no campus. Though from the time I graduated High School, I have been seducing grandfather to be allowed to Jakarta but grandfather still forbid me.

Oh yes, even though I belong to a super poor person but I am a smart student, so during school from Elementary to High School I always get a scholarship. Since Elementary School I have followed the martial arts of pencak silat and have often won champions even to the National level. Actually I also got a scholarship to study in Jakarta at that time but grandfather did not allow.

Why do I understand and speak slang like, cave, lo and others. Make no mistake in the village where I live there are many slang people from big cities who often visit, usually said they are KKN (Real Work College). Although the language I use is slang enough, people say my appearance is not as happy as my talk aka tacky and kampungan.

From the age of 18 to 25 years my activity is to train students who follow martial arts pencak silat. Both SD, Junior High School and High School students in the village where I live. Sometimes I still participate in tournaments and pencak silat championships. My goal in learning martial arts is to prepare for revenge. I collected as many certificates and charters pencak silat only to audition bodyguard candidates for girls only wayang Wijaya family held every year. In addition to studying martial arts outside, I also studied at home with my grandfather. Grandfather even though his age is old but his martial ability is very good.

The Wijaya family is my goal for revenge. Especially Frans Wijaya. The grudge I've been holding since I was 10 years old will be avenged from now on. What revenge do I have? I have a good reason for revenge. Yeah ... As this story progresses, you will know.

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I am now in Jakarta. At a train station. I was confused as a missing person. A lot of people walk around but no one cares. I was lucky to meet a mother-seller who asked me questions because I was confused.

"Where else is this? Usually, if you participate in a tournament in Jakarta not confused, it's like gini" I complained loudly.

"The first time the grandfather came to Jakarta?" ask the mother.

"Udah often anyway, Mom, but usually I am the same group not alone gini, Mom," I replied with a grin.

"Yes if that's the same thing still lay dong, Dek," said the mother.

"Yes, Mom." I agree with Mother's words.

"Where's the purpose of this adek going? Do you know you can help" asked the mother.

"I want to audition as a bodyguard in the Wijaya family, Mom." I explained my purpose there.

"Oh ... Wijaya family is very rich is it deck? Wow if that goes straight to his house just deck. From here deket kok Dek, take ojek also directly until. A lot of ojek builders say to the Wijaya family that is." The mother explained in detail.

"Oh yes thank you, Mom, but if you ride an online motorcycle taxi can also, Mom?" I asked the mother again.

Mumpung there is a free promo, my mind.

"Can the deck but do you know the exact address?" ask the mother again.

"No, Mom, but I know" I said with a grin.

"Well, my Deck doesn't know the name of the Dek street just knows the place." Mother explained.

"Yes .. okay, Mom .. Thanks, Mom."

I finally left the mothers for the base motorcycle taxi driver. Well want how again because it does not know the full address of the Wijaya family house (actually at that time I had saved the address but because dikagetinnya paper cat fly). Don't ask me again, why villagers like me can know how to use an online motorcycle, if I'm tacky and the village is not stupid.

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Finally I approached the base motorcycleman near there.

"The house of Wijaya dong."

"Okay fifty thousand," replied Brother Ojek.

"Anzay! Bang is expensive," I protested.

"You didn't?"

"Okay, Bang." I also agree with a sad face.

The thing that makes me upset is that the ojek brother took a very large profit because it turns out that the distance of the Wijaya family house from the ojek base is only 500 meters. And to get the 50 thousand money, I was very troubled because I had to bathe the tiger cub belonging to the village head.

"OK, it's over, Dek," said Abang ojek.

"Lah .. deket very, Bang!" sahutku.

"Well, I'll take it, Dek," said Abang Ojek was relaxed.

I was very upset and wanted to be angry. But I held back my emotions. I don't want to make a fuss because I've just arrived at the city of people. If only it was in my village, I would have thrown the motorcycle taxi driver into the comberan.

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Arriving in front of the gate of the House of Wijaya. Suddenly there was a big motor coming out fast from inside the house. I was shocked and immediately shouted.

"Woy! I usually bring the motor! Find dead huh?!" yells annoyed.

The MoGe (Motor Gede) rider stopped and opened his helmet.

"To die is not a cave! Disturb just don't know if anyone else is in a hurry" shouted the rider.

Then the biker wore a helmet again and immediately drove with his fast. While I was just dumbfounded with a little drooling.

"Beautifully...." I admire the face of that girl who is really beautiful.

Just understand my excessive reaction, it is because in my village there is no girl that beautiful. Even the village flower is not as pretty as the girl I just saw. The girl I saw just now even resembled a Goddess who descended from the sky.

Well that's about a piece of my story when I want to go to the Wijaya family residence. Looking forward to the next story in the next episode.

The Zeno POV end.

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