SCHNUCKY
CAROM

Arya decides not to return to her house but to stop by Kamala's house. The woman had been contacted before. Kamala agreed and waited for her future husband.

Aryan's all-new black Avanza arrives in front of Kamala House on the eve of Maghrib. The man got out of the car with a haze and stepped lethargicly into the courtyard of the house.

Kamala came out and welcomed. "Where are you still sick?" his nag. "That's, your mom nagged at me. How come I'm the one who's getting his anger out anyway?"

Arya did not answer, she continued to step and felt she was trembling. Kamala noticed something strange with her lover directly guiding the man in and sitting him on the sofa.

The woman stepped into the refrigerator and opened it and took a bottle of cold water and did not forget to take the glass and then stepped back towards Arya who sat down to bow her head.

"Drink first." Kamala offered him a glass of cold water that he had just poured and thrust it towards Arya.

Kamala saw the man's hand trembling up and grabbed the glass Kamala was thrusting. Arya brought the glass to her mouth and gulped down a few times the cold water.

Kamala swept Arya's back gently. Arya put down the glass and slowly looked at Kamala.

"Md. Marvel.." said Arya slowly.

Kamala looked at Arya with great attention. The woman was surprised but was immediately disguised when she saw two tear points running down the wall of the man's eyelids.

"There was a murder at the tavern where Muzdalifah worked." said Arya made Kamala really unable to disguise her surprise.

"Tell me Schnucky.." pinta Kamala flatly and forcefully.

Arya told me everything. Kamala took a breath. "And... Muzdalifa?" ask the woman.

"I.. I don't know.hopefully he's okay.." said Arya poignantly. "Oooh. "But the woman's face kept coming to my mind."

Kamala immediately grabbed Arya in her arms and stroked the man's back head hair. The treatment throws off Arya's prestige as a man. He wept, shedding his sorrow and guilt on the shoulders of his beloved.

...*****...

Sakera was wearing the typical clothing of a warok. A red-and-white striped t-shirt clad in long-sleeved black clothing that was exposed. Black gangkring pants bandaged bottom combined with a wide belt buckled large circular waist. His head was wrapped in a vine-red batik geringsing pattern. His right hand held a large celurit that was specially used to complain about life.

Sakera will indeed perform a carok ritual, which is a fight to defend the honor of his beloved Muzdalifah. The woman was kidnapped by Iswan and held captive in the southern Leato region.

Iswan has alerted his men to guard the area. Anyone who approached need not be asked, immediately killed, the instructions received from the man.

Sakera has stood a few meters from the area. He was just about to step in when the device stored in his wide belt vibrated.

DRMTT...DRR... DRRR...

Sakera took the device out of her belt pocket and brought it closer to her ear.

📲 "Hello.." said Sakera flatly and sharply.

📲 "Where is your position?!" ask a woman on the phone. Sakera grunts.

📲 "I am at the enemy's mercy." replied Sakera. "They all have to pay for all that blood debt."

📲 "Yes, I know." said the woman. "But where?"

Sakera then tells her the address she was referring to. After that he connected. "I'll step up now" he said again.

📲"Don't." prevent the woman. "Wait for my arrival."

Sakera chuckles cynically. "This is all responsibility. I will do my duty as a man. If anything happens to my fiancee, you'll pay for it!" the man then cut off the phone line.

The man stepped full of determination. The grip of his hand on the handle of the celurit is getting closer and tighter.

"Hey! who's there?!" exclaimed a man dressed in black who pointed an M16A1 rifle at Sakera.

Sakera continued to step up and shut her mouth. His hand that grasped the celurit expanded. The guard directly pointed the muzzle of the M16A1 towards Sakera.

Sakera swiftly threw a whistle at the man.

JEREB!!!

UGHHHWAS...

The weapon stuck right in the chest of the gunman before he could fire the bullet. The man collapsed with a celurit stuck in his chest. Sakera stepped forward and pulled out the weapon and then stepped inside again.

His silent movements helped him reduce the number of people who would ambush him later. Sakera relied on her light body to dart in silence and darkness that night, taking out one by one the guards entrenched there.

Sakera is not good at using firearms. But he was more confident in the powerful abilities he had as a swordsman. The man, indeed, learned some estimation science to take care of himself. In the Sampit riots facing the rampage of the Dayak people, Sakera actually had intended for a sabil war. But his family forbade him and asked him to evacuate leaving all the hard-earned property they collected in the land of Kalimantan, and live a new life in Sulawesi.

The riots of Sampit and Sambas have passed and the two tribes finally live peacefully again. But Sakera and her family chose to remain in Bojonegoro, Gorontalo. No longer want to return to his fiefland in Kalimantan.

Now for a long time he built a quiet life, acquainted with Saifulhadi who invited him to join together to establish a culinary business and Koni Kumaat who was a foreigner from Minahasa, filled his calm days.

His life grew more colorful when a girl in hijab, introduced himself as Muzdalifah Bakhtiar applying for a job there. A seed of love grows between them and Sakera willingly accepts the girl's gloomy past. The date of their wedding was counted on the fingers.

Some of the guards had to be willing to lose their lives in vain because Sakera by relying on the assessment of the climate, killing one by one the guards.

Sakera arrived at a large unkempt building. He stepped into the building.

...*****...

In an unused shabby room, there were sounds of erotic-pitched voices. A girl leaned over in a large wooden box while her lower clothes were lifted up revealing both legs treading the ground and opening wide.

There a man ferociously pushes and pulls his hips in an orderly rhythm combined with ******* restrained that came out of the mouth of the jambaber while the man of crime threw his belongings into the most private part of the woman's property.

Amidst his violent activities, the man still forced the jilbaber to tell him secret things.

"As long as you. don't .. say it.." growled the man who was none other than Iswan, then intimidated again with threats. "I will continue to do this to you, until your swollen belly contains my seeds!"

Jilbaber before him, though helplessly limp from the violent force Iswan inflicted on him, preferred to remain silent and allow himself to be persecuted in such a way as to say the truth.

"Say! You're not him, are you?!" sergeant Iswan vexedly pulled the woman's headscarf. The jilbaber screamed in pain, but it was just a scream. The rest of them still chose silence.

Iswan became more irritated and more tortured through the act of rudapaksanya make the woman bite the lips not because of enjoying, but try as hard as possible to withstand the pain of the immoral torture.

"Keep quiet!" exclaimed Iswan harshly.

While Sakera arrived in the room, surprised by the disgusting sight. His anger instantly overflowed and he was inflamed.

"PATER'!!!!!" he shouted with a thump and ran forward towards Iswan while lifting his clurit.

Surprisingly Iswan just calmly greeted the attack. Still calm he raped the woman who was waiting for him.

The man's calmness was answered when two black-clothed men also appeared and blocked Sakera's movements. The two are none other than Como and Beni.

"Yes, serve him first." exclaimed Iswan as he continued to bulge the woman's body. "I'll finish my wish!" he continues to growl pleasure.

"Basic amoral by all! Cut your throats!!!" shouted Sakera forward swinging celurit.

Como and Beni had indeed prepared themselves with a sumala each and then went forward to gang up on Sakera.

Amidst her brutal torture, the woman stared at Sakera, who was struggling to defend her pride while being raped by Iswan. Her tears flowed in guilt.

I'm sorry Sakera. I'm no longer worthy of you... Let me end my own life...

The jilbaber closed his eyes and shut off his entire brain. All the torment that hit him was as if he no longer felt. While Iswan continued to push his blunt weapon many times the woman's possession felt that the longer, the body of the jilbaber began to cool.

Iswan's brows furrowed and he immediately pulled out his weapon that was still brandishing strongly. The man examined the veins on the woman's neck and realized that the jilbaber had died in the explosion.

Irritated, Iswan stuffed his things back into his pants and let the corpse of the jilbaber lie down in the wooden box with a humiliated appearance.

He came to battle. "Surge! Let me finish this guy!" exclaim Iswan.

But right at the same time a body figure also appeared and plunged in the unbalanced battle. The figure managed to kick Iswan so that the man fell backward.

Sakera knew who was helping him so he did not care about it while continuing to attack Como and Beni who came to attack him.

Iswan got up and confirmed the figure was a woman who looked visible from her breasts that rounded tight behind her black clothes. The woman wore a ninja-like veil and stood straight in front of her.

"Did? ***** where else is this?!" sergeant got up and put up a fighting attitude.

"You will soon meet your death." said the figure then went forward to attack Iswan.

Iswan greeted the attack calmly. He is a true fighter and has practiced the art of Karate-do in a well-known organization. Armed with that he lived his life in the underworld in addition to relying on his slippery brain. Iswan is indeed one of the famous mafia in the world of underground.

The man dodged and advanced with a kick to avenge the woman's attack. Fortunately the figure also managed to avoid the kick mikazuki that was floated Iswan. The man followed him with a ushiro kick to give the effect of having his attacker dodge far away.

That figure doesn't give up. He advanced again and this time Iswan also forward kick forward, eyeing the face of the figure. The figure dodged to repel his opponent's attack.

Iswan attacked again with a mawashi geri technique to urge the figure if he approached.

Unexpectedly, the figure actually advanced while crossing his hands to form a stalk on the side of the head so that the mawashi kick that Iswan cast only hit the hand.

The figure went forward raising a seiken fist into Iswan's chest. The man gasped for the fist. That figure didn't give me a chance. He slammed the nakadaka's fist into Iswan's chest.

Once again the man gasped and spewed fresh blood. The figure again smashed the hiraken fist right into the xiphoid bone, cracking the bone down into the bone of the evil man.

Iswan flinched again for the umpteenth time. His eyes widened wide staring nyalang to that figure. His body slowly decayed and collapsed to the floor, twitching for a moment and finally remaining silent for all eternity.

The figure approached the body of the jilbaber who was lying silent and examined it. A moment later there was a sobbing cry over the corpse of the persecuted woman.

The figure then carried the corpse and stepped away from the place. While Sakera has also managed to finish off Como, and a little more the man will finish off Beni.

The body of the last bodyguard finally collapsed with a celurit saburit wound on his shoulder. Beni gives up his life and Sakera leaves the place following a figure who has already escaped his future wife somewhere.[]