Tuti Lazy School
24. Revenge Has Blinded Me

A teenage boy looked dull and emaciated. He often came to my house and often helped the permanent workers in my workshop. The boy's name is Tom. Tom lives with his Uncle and Aunt, but this Uncle and Aunt are kind of mean to Tom. Therefore Mamak and Father who communication from a distance received Tom as a new member.

"So your name is Tom?" Mamak.

Down shy "Yes, brother, what is my job here sister?"

"Yes can help other members of the same sister shuttle Tuti madrasah."

"Oh, I-iya brother." He bowed respectfully.

I went to Mamak and rushed to Madrasah that morning.

"Mom, ask for pocket money" I stuck out my hand.

Mamak took his wallet "Nih, don't buy ice!"

"Yes Mak!" I went in front of the door waiting among the Mamaks.

"Sana Tom, take Tuti. You will know where the school is."

"Oh yes, brother." It hurried.

Om Tom took out Mamak's motorcycle and said

"Come on."

"Lho's? Om? Do you know where the Madrasah of Tuti school is?" I look up and look down.

"You don't know, so show me the way." His face was flat and his voice was slender.

"Later this abis we go to Jalan Raya, turn right until 200 meters more or less recently there is Jln.Salak turn left straight until 100 meters new that's where Madrasah Tuti school." I pointed out to explain carefully.

"Oh yaudah, Yok."

I got on the back bench of the motorcycle "Dah, off."

Tom rushed to take me, he rode a motorcycle as fast as lightning. Even defeated the Shinkansen Railway. I got scared because the Father himself was as loud as anything never as it was. It's not too late either. I got off the motorcycle and I advised

"Om, next time drive the bike slowly. I was scared earlier, tight times."

"Oh yeah sorry-sorry." He left me and went back in the vehicle.

Today is the lesson of the Qur'an and Hadith. But I forgot to compile my textbook, even the one I brought the Fiqh book from last Sunday. I'm panicking not a bitch. The time to go home again is no longer possible. So I used that Fiqh book. It's not really a problem that the book is mixed, but I haven't had time to come back.

.........

I went home, and when the street was there some naughty little kids mocking me

"Huu.. Fatty!"

"Ahahaha, like a pig. Fat huu!" He is also fat, but not self-conscious.

"Obrow them!" I picked up a rock from underground about to throw them.

"Ihh look out for the oil barrel to make a meteor shower." They ran, shouting mocking me without sin.

"Ehh beware, there will be an earthquake" One of the brothers mocking me also helped the little boy say something inappropriate to say.

I went back home and saw that Om Tom was changing someone else's motorcycle oil, but he was angry because he was careless to ride a motorcycle tight, without wearing a helmet, he said, and also not wearing clothes. Then I went in and I ignored it. Honestly, she didn't wear that shirt, her body odor was really sour. I always hold my breath because of her body odor. But I don't want to tell her because I don't want to make her hurt.

Sometimes it hurts me, it's not just that. So I just hold it, actually I'm really hurt. Wak Sari came from nowhere directly to my house

Park his motorcycle "Assalamualaikum, ouy.." Greeting Mamakku.

"Ohh, Sari. What's up Sar?"

"Well, how healthy are you?" I heard her voice sayup-sayup, Wak Sari's voice.

I went out and I was nearby

"Ehh Wak!" I regretted.

"Yes, yeah,.. Why did you shut up in that guy's taunts. The kids are being ridiculed."

"You ridiculed the kids? You're a fool! You lost to the children." My mom scolded me.

"The children are protected with their brothers, there are their mothers. How do I want to fight?" I cry as much as I can.

"So? Why didn't you tell me?" Wak Sari's been pumping me.

"You said I was mocked by those same brothers. Look ajalah no one I made the same as what the guy made me."

"No, you'll be fucked by her mama?!" Mamak.

"For that man I was humiliated, I did what they made." Revenge enveloped me and the heat was burning.

"Yes Ti, be careful. It'll be a misstep, you'll be accused." Om Tom advised me.

I ignored them and was determined to one day take revenge on the foul-hearted. I wonder why Wak Sari always comes and pumps my Mamak? Always look for it because of it too.

.........

At that time, precisely on Friday afternoon. I was told to buy some salt, I saw the kids yesterday and then came back to make fun of him. At first I ignored, the second time I returned to buy salt they still mocked me. I immediately pretended to walk in the alley next to his house, I chased him, he could not dodge, I immediately beat him and I chopped his mouth and I put force with salt I bought earlier. One of the children was crying, his mouth was bleeding, because I was bitterly and merciless. I beat blindly and indiscriminately. Dark and vengeful are one. No matter what his mama wants, and finally the revenge is avenged. And the brothers who mocked me came to me, I took a piece of sand from my underground dinged his eyes with it and I went home satisfied and cried happily

"Could you guys, you guys are always mocking me. I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong! You're the one who's always looking for. What is my fault? Am I greedy for your food? It's fucking you guys!" I got angry and went home, left the crime scene.

One of the mothers of the child I killed came and held me accountable.

"Woy, Tuti! Tuti! Out you!" The mother was angry and brought her child.

I told him everything and my mother now stands up for me.

"What's wrong? Your son is wrong. He told me my same story. Your son is always looking for you. He knows he's a kid, but there's no ethics."

"Where's this mouth bloody, you're responsible!"

Mamak spits disgust "Cuih.. Ehh, good-nice you. I won't treat your son. Your son is wrong. Mampus there, you treat it there yourself. It's wrong of you to ask for responsibility. Don't take me. My son wouldn't believe me if he wasn't wrong. All this time he was that, it was vindictive of his nature. That's why you teach your son manners and manners." Mamak went into the house, indifferently, and left the mother of the victim irritated.

Then her mother scolded her child and the incident just passed. Silence does not mean there is no resistance, but silence is actually a revenge to reverse the situation. Be careful to say, courtesy to the young and old. Let us not be silent if we are not wrong. We fight back, hit and lunge.

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