TURMOIL AT A YOUNG AGE
ENGAGED BARGAINING

"Groove, wait!" karina yelled as she walked half-run after the student in an ash-white uniform in front of her.

Ilalang doesn't care. Her heart is not playing. He was really keki and wanted to go berserk burning down the school. How not? His mother had already slept with her own friend, Dhani.

Yes, even though Dhani is older than him, the fourth smester college boy, but Ilalang still can not accept. In fact, Yuda keeps a video of his mother with Dhani. He was angry not playing.

"Guard, wait, baby!" Karina managed to snatch Ilalang's left arm and directly confronted the young man.

Ilalang's eyes stared in wrath with a crimson face holding back his emotions. That was how he returned Karina's gaze.

"Lang, where are you going? The principal hasn't finished speaking. It's good you don't make trouble again. Mommy please ... let's go back to the principal's room, shall we?" persuade Karina with a gentle look and a rather parched face.

Ilyang just put on a careless face. "Letasin, I'm going home."

Karina was taken aback as Ilalang brushed his hand off the young man's arm a little rough. "You're mad at Mommy? Is there another problem? Tell Mommy, Lang."

He just turned his face in any direction. He was really lazy to have to talk to Karina. Especially when talking about this disgusting video.

"Lang?"

Karina just stared in wonder and question. Ilalang did not want to answer either. The young man in the ash-white uniform instead waltzed away past him nonchalantly.

Back to the principal's room. Angga turned his head towards Weni as they sat side by side in front of the headmaster's desk. Where's Karina? Why are they so long? Angga was worried. He thought of Karina and Ilalang.

"Good, Sir. Thanks." Thanks." Weni got up from the bench she was sitting on. The woman dressed in the form of office stellan smiled thinly while shaking hands with Mr. Grace.

"Together, Miss Weni." Mr. Grace just nodded.

"Let's go home."

Angga who was being upset was shocked when Weni invited him to leave the principal's room. He hurriedly got up, then caught up with Weni.

"What are you doing, Mom? Did you think of that L**te Online, huh?!" Weni who was upset about the change in Angga's attitude became annoyed. While walking side by side towards the basement area, turned away with that plenary makeup when Angga turned to him.

"What are you talking about, Wen? Why do I still think of Karina? That woman is already in the touch of many men. You know, don't you? I never want to use someone else's glass to drink," said Angga with a face made to look firm.

Weni nodded. "Good."

They continued their steps towards the luxury car in the school courtyard. Weni glanced towards Angga. His lips pout with a cynical look. She knew her husband was lying.

In the hallway looks Karina who is walking alone. His heart was agitated at the thought of Ilalang. Then his eyes saw Angga who was driving Weni in the car.

Damn that guy. Even Angga never cared about Ilalang. Karina clenched her fingers full of emotion while looking at them.

Angga closed the car door. The man with the black suit stelan turned his head for a moment around. Karina was still staring at him from a distance. Angga threw a faint smile at his ex-wife before entering the car.

"Bad you, Mas. Why don't you ask me a little bit? You really don't care about him" Karina said, staring at Angga's car speeding away from the school basement.

*

The motor is running at high speed. His mind is in chaos right now. He refuses to go home and does not want to meet Karina.

Tamrin Street was crowded that afternoon. Torn badly in the fork towards her home complex, Karina who was sitting in a taxi car swept her eyes out.

"Sir, why is it so jammed?" grunts with agitation. I don't know where Ilalang went. Has the boy reached home? He asked in his heart.

"Biasalah, ma'am .. if the hours go home gini office like to get stuck," replied the taxi driver without turning his eyes from the road in front of him.

Karina lethargic. Massaged midway from both his eyebrows. His head suddenly dizzy. He could not calm down if he had not seen Ilalang.

"Oh, is that it, Mas? Okay," he said after hearing the words of Bagas article Ilalang who did not come to his house. Karina closed the call with a huffed heart. Where did Ilalang go?

Meanwhile, at the kiosk where Yuda and his friends play games. Seen Dhani who is counting income from children who play games at his kiosk.

"Crazy! I can book Aunt Karina again, hehe!" muttered the young man with the short-sleeved white t-shirt while sitting facing the table, where paper money was strewn across it.

Dhani grinned thinly. He remembered spending the night with Karina. Even though the woman was her tantric age, but she was completely satisfied and wanted to order it again and again.

Dhani who was daydreaming Karina did not realize that from the direction of the door Ilalang came with her furious face.

"Fuck lo!"

The talc!

Bugs!

Bugs!

Dhani who had not dodged fell down when Ilalang hit her face with a single blow. He was startled while trying to get up, but Ilalang back attacked with fists and powerful kicks.

"Damn lo! What the fuck?!" Dhani who did not understand why Ilalang beat him up immediately asked while looking at the young man with a wrathful face.

Ilalang stared furiously with breath puffing offsetting his emotions. "Damn lo!" he then grabbed the front of Dhani's t-shirt and raised his fist again.

Dhani was again plunged until he hit one LCD screen around. His nose was bleeding, his face was bruised. He tried to get up. Damnit damnit! Ilalang seemed to be very angry, Dhani thought. He can't just shut up. He must fight the young man.

"Forward you b**gsat!" The back forward. However, Dhani suddenly turned around and directly attacked him with a knife.

Jem!

He rubbed his eyes. His gaze descended to the lower part of his body. Fresh blood flowed from the stomach, soaking wet his white uniform covered in jeans.

Dhani was surprised. Oh, my God, what's he doing? He stabbed Ilalang in the stomach with a knife? The young man retreated slowly with a frightened face.

The pain in his stomach. His eyes fell and ran away. He can't see clearly. His hand went down on the knife that stuck in the stomach. His eyes lifted onto Dhani's face before crashing to the floor.

"Lang?" Dhani panicked to see Ilalang covered in blood on the floor. He looked to the right and left. It could be bad if someone saw it.

"Lang, wakeup! I don't mean lukain elo! Lang!" Dhani squatted while trying to wake Ilalang up. However, the young man remained silent with his eyes almost closed.

"Lang, don't die here! What about this?" Dhani began to frustrate the confusion. His eyes swept across the view looking for something. The poke can't be until someone knows what's going on.

The grass is still on the floor. Fresh blood continued to flow from his stomach, where Dhani's knife was still stuck. His eyes looked at Dhani who was heading towards him.

Ilalang was still half conscious as Dhani dragged him to the back of the stall. There is empty land. A frightened Dhani cannot think clearly. He dug a hole and intended to bury the tares there.

"Sorry, Lang. I don't want to catch a cop." Dhani curled up the limp body of Ilalang inside the two-meter deep hole he had made. He looked at the young man's pale face before he went back upstairs.

"Dhan ...," Ilalang's voice was barely heard. He was helpless when Dhani covered him with trash and soil.

Dhani moves quickly to bury Ilalang. Damnit damnit! He forgot to lock the door. What if someone comes in and sees a pool of blood there?

Dhani rushed off the shovel she was holding. The young man walked quickly into his stall. While Ilalang was just trying to move his trembling hand.

He has to get out of that hole. Otherwise he could really die here.