TRIBAL SABUNG
Chapters. 35 - Genting -

Two pairs of eyes stared at the two different-aged people in front. An eight-year-old boy was arguing with his father. The origin of the problem is the lack of money sheets brought by the brother.

First the father's voice was slow, talking well even though several times hit the table. Before long the brother said slowly, but a slap on the cheek he received. After that the sound of snapping, mockery, until some objects just floated away.

The two little children in the corner of the room hugged each other, their bodies trembling. No one dared to speak, or break up a great quarrel in plain sight. They could only wait until the brother came over, hugged, and said everything was fine.

But that night, everything was no longer okay. The father went on a rampage, beating his firstborn with a belt, with a blunt object, no matter what the boy's face was bruised and his lips torn.

“Abang...” Ogre the sister.

The voice distracts the father, making the man move from the body of his eldest son and approach his other two children.

“Stop, father...,” firstborn begs with dashed breath.

But the man did not stop, instead lifting an empty bottle of alcohol. The father had been blinded by anger and was half conscious. His path staggered, his gaze dark and unfocused. He grinned, looking at his two frightened little sons.

“If only you all tarada, live beta zinc like this!”

The man swung the bottle with all his might, as if he was about to destroy the most annoying thing in his life. The bottle was ready to hit the child's head, until the ear-splitting screams stopped it.

The roar of an old grandmother was creepy, skinny, and one of her legs was horse-footed. The firstborn stared at the figure standing beside him with his jaw almost falling. Before he regained his senses, then painstakingly got up to save his two younger brothers.

Since that day, three children under the age of ten began to live on the streets. This is better, at least no one beats them every night. This is better, at least they are not starving. And better because they're always together.

Ivano breathed out slowly as if he was pulling back those old memories. Now his black bead looked straight at Mande, the man he once considered father.

“Ale zinc need ade-ade, ale no need with beta.” Ivano said loudly.

Mande laughed, clapping her hands again. “True, dad zinc needs them. All you need is you, Ivano!”

Ivano blinked not understanding, what else this man wanted from him.

“Cabin, son. Father introduce to people who are more powerful, powerful, and can give us a lot of money, more than the United States of Nusantara offer.”

Ivano gave a short laugh, not believing what he heard. It's stupid that he doesn't understand Mande's purpose.

“True, nothing is more important than money for father.”

“That's not true, my son!” Mande started to move forward. “In Sabung Tribe, ale will also get success. More than a Tribe Cup winner.”

The Sky's forehead shriveled deeply. ‘Sabung Tribe’ these words are no stranger to him. Where he's heard it.

“Stop this nonsense, and surrender yourself father. We end this relationship forever.”

Mande suddenly shouted, his neck veins to arise due to the soaring emotional pressure. “Ale should come with father. Ale must go into Sabung Tribe.”

“Beta zinc want!”

“Father take ale by force, catch him!” Mande Seru.

Simultaneously Mande's shout, the big man beside him walked towards Ivano. Not only he, from two directions, appeared another five guards. Sky and Yatna put on standby positions, backs met each other, guarding each other while the enemy's alert eyes were ahead.

Two men attacked, one carrying a long iron rod and another carrying a wooden machete. The skinny man swung the iron vertically but was successfully held back by the Sky. But they are not just thugs by name, their experience in street fighting is more than the sky.

The skinny man pulled back his staff, then spun it around agilely, and managed to hit the head of the Sky. The next punch landed on the thigh, then on the shin, making the blue-eyed teenager drop his leg.

Yatna on the other hand turned out to be better condition, she always managed to avoid every attack from fat man. The wooden machete darted over the nose when the girl managed to dodge. Then Yatna attacked back, with silat mixed with karate, the girl hit her opponent's hard jaw. Make the big body a little dazed before attacking back.

Ivano, the ambon teenager was up against a big man with burly muscles and a bald head. It was like one of the action actors he had seen with Sky. The man attacked with his bare hands, but Ivano was sure, the blow must have hurt a lot. And that thought was immediately justified when the heavy blow landed on Ivano's arm.

“Ouch! damn, it hurts, man!” Ivano complained as he flicked his arm.

“Do not crybaby, Jawara. Your hand hasn't been broken,” the big man said casually.

“Wow, beta still need hands. Unlike you, ale doesn't need a nose, does it?” after asking in a nosy tone, Ivano gave a hard blow to his opponent's face. And at least it worked, Ivano's energy wasn't a figment.

The big man staggered back, holding his broken and bloody nose. He then roared like a brown bear, attacking Ivano blindly. Ivano ducked, rolled to the right, dodging each attack and kicking his opponent's heart.

“Fucking kids!” his roar was even louder full of anger.

“Ale never got worse than that.” Ivano poked his shoulders and ducked as the punches struck back at him.

A crushing blow hit Sky's chin as he let his guard down. I don't know what happened to him, maybe tired of competing, but for sure the teenager felt today was not his best day. I don't know how many times, the sky got a punch and didn't manage to hit back.

“Hah! I was scared when I heard you were a great champion. But it turns out to be bullshit!” the old man swung back the iron stick, hitting the two legs of Heaven until it fell down.

“Ceiling, focus!” Yatna.

“I focus, Yatna!” The sky is crying out.

The teenager spat out the rest of the blood, wiped his lips and let out a rough sigh. If his body is unwilling to move, then let his words rule. The sky pointed at the skinny man and cursed him.

“Sleep you both!”

And not for a second, two men including the skinny man fell asleep. The sky smiled triumphantly. Meanwhile Yatna was still struggling with three other men.

The girl's upset not a bitch. After he successfully attacked and always dodged. The two men called their friend who was beating the sky to help. Seriously, three grown men against girls? very manly.

“You're dead, little girl!” shouted the man in a mustache with a baseball bat in hand.

“Not today, Mr. Mustache.” Yatna hit the nose and kicked the stomach before she used the man's body as a pedestal, and performed the salto backwards.

Two men tried to catch her, and the girl slid between the legs of one of the men, then kicked her leg and hit her in the face. A big blow, one down, the rest two.

“Hey, you guys didn't forget me?” suddenly the Sky appeared behind, shocking one of the men before hitting him hard..

Yatna beat up the remaining man, kicked his crotch and banged their heads together. The sky watching was also in pain.

“Aw..., come on, Yatna!”

“Why, would you like to try?”

The sky hurriedly shook their heads, then they both turned back to see how Ivano was doing. Unfortunately, their friend's condition turned out to be worse than imagined. About five meters away, Ivano was hovering in the air with his neck strangled by a pair of large hands. The boy's breathing began to dashed, but was still trying to resist.

“Ivano!”

Continues…