Guest house: Forced to Fight - Part 9

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"A blinding flash of white light/Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight/People running for cover/Not knowing whether they're dead or alive//They came with their tanks and their planes/With ravaging fiery flames/And nothing remains/Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze//We will not go down/In the night, without a fight/You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools/But our spirit will never die/We will not go down/In Gaza tonight"

Song lyrics Michael Heart accompanied my journey back to the inn. The song dedicated to Gazans, Filistine, has been one of the songs I have loved since the last year. I often play this song at home every day off work. My son has even memorized the lyrics "We Will Not Go Down" because he often heard it.

The wind slowly entered from the sidelines of my car window. The sun had swooped to the west as I was about to arrive at the crossroads leading to Marina Bay. "Remember, avoid those drunk youths if you can. Finders another way to the inn," my wife's voice sounded suddenly.

My wife was too worried to know that I was going back to the inn. Our experience toward the hospital and meeting the drunken youth gang, seems to make her traumatized.

I slowed down the car. Look to the right and left to search for locals. Just a few yards ahead, there was a woman who would park her motorcycle.

I stopped the car. Turn down the car DVD volume, and get out of the car. "Good day, will you help me?"

"Yes, good afternoon, what can I do for you?"

"I rented the Marina Bay lodge, my name Nasir. Do you know any other way to go to an inn other than this one route?"

The slender-eyed woman smiled pleasantly after knowing who I was. He then opened the helmet and put it on the motorcycle seat. "Hmm .. if from here there is no other line.This is the only access to go to the Marina inn."

"Oh, Ok, thanks for your help, Miss ..."

"Alice, my name is Alice. It's okay, you just go from here to the inn, they're not there," Alice said.

"Sory?"

"The drunk boys who used to sit at the crossroads were not there, they were chased by police for allegedly robbing a married couple." Alice said again.

Perhaps the locals are already familiar with the popularity of drunk youngsters who like to interfere with road users at the intersection of the Marina. I smile.

"Hmmm ... Ok, thanks for the help, Alice."

"Yes, no problem."

The images of my wife and children in the hospital crossed my mind. I wish they were all right. Then I remembered Alice's words. The drunken young man was chased by police for robbing a husband and wife. I suspect their victims are Engku and his wife.

I went back to the car. Activate the starter and honk the car to thank Alice. "Yes, be careful on the road," Alice said.

It turns out that people here are friendly with newcomers. I smiled. The island of Marina is not as bad as I had expected. I increased the car DVD volume to hear Michael Heart's voice again. Until finally I reached the intersection towards Marina Bay.

I lifted my foot off the accelerator to slow down the car. My eyes look left and right. None of the drunken youths has been seen in the intersection. "Secure."

The distance between the intersection with the inn is just five miles away. I raced back to the car to arrive quickly at the inn. I had to go back to the hospital before sunset.

Up front has been seen the inn gate. I'm slow down the car.

"Praang." My left rear view mirror broke. There were voices of men laughing from the bushes. "That's the guy, the coward. Hahaha ..."

"Astaghfirullah hal adzim, I beg pardon to Allah the Supreme." I shook my head. "Oh God, give me patience."

I stopped the car. Rotate the starter key and exit. I look at toward the bushes. Several men were squatting holding bottles of liquor. While a long-haired man sat on a motorcycle.

"Hoi ... What a confuses you?" Call youths clumsy. I ignored the man's calling and checked my left-hand mirror.

"Deaf you, huh? Shit, do I have to hit you first?" The man's snapped at me.

"Are you deaf, huh? Shit, do I have to hit you first?" The man's snapped at me.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to get into trouble with you, I have something else to do." I say while picking up the rearview mirror on the street.

At first glance I see a mirror reflection. Counting the number of drunken youths. "There are five people." I say in my heart.

The man looked sullen. He approached me from behind. "Wuss .." The man tried punching my neck.

I dodged. The skinny man's blow passed my face a few centimeters. He staggered and fell for not expecting me to dodge.

The man's gets up. Some of his friends stood up. "Don't go ahead, it's my business." He said to the gang's. While the long-haired man kept watching me. He is still seen sitting relaxed on a motorcycle.

"Aha, you're good fighting as well, where are you from?" Asked the haggard. I was silent for a while.

"I'm sorry, I do not want to look for trouble, I still have more important matters." My back-up word picked up the rearview mirror on the street.

The drunkard was awkward. He glanced at the long-haired man. There was no reaction from the man. "Oh, it's outrageous You have not answered where you came from, that's a problem for us."

"Hmm .. can I go after answering your question?" I asked back.

"Ckckck .. big too guts you, I'm asking you, instead of answering."

"All right, I'm from Aceh.You know where is Aceh?"

The drunk's tongue was suddenly choked. He glanced at his friends who started approaching me. A long-haired man threw a bottle of liquor at my car. "So you're a Malay boy, ok. Aceh? Is good, very good ... It's been a long time since my hands are itching to punch people like you." The long-haired man finally spoke. He came closer to me.

"You, thin, do not talk much more, beating that Acehnese man!" The long-haired man ruled.

I took a deep breath.

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" In the name of Allah Subhanallahu wa Ta’ala, Most Gracious, Most Merciful. Praise be to Allah Subhanallahu wa Ta’ala, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds, Most Gracious, Most Merciful, Master of the Day of Judgment. Thee do we worship, and Thine aid we seek. Show us the straight way, The way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace, those whose [portion] is not wrath, and who go not astray."

I repeated the that is sentences in my heart. I realized these drunk boys would not have let me go. Moreover they came here, to this inn. They would want to find a reason to bother us.

I smiled. Trying to stay calm. Until finally the skinny youth tried to punch me. I dodge a few steps. Get away from the car. The skinny youth kept pressing me until we were under the mahogany trees. A few dozen feet from the inn gate.

I managed to get away from those gangly attacks. He became annoyed. Now he's playing foot. Trying attack me. I kept dodging so he was exhausted. The man tried to punch me in the face. I shifted my left foot, then moved my right foot one step. My hand is gripping the him wrists. Then I nudged the shoulder of the man with my left elbow. "Kraak." I'm succes broken him bone.

The man's shoulders shifted. He moaned in pain. Trying to attack me with his left hand. Again, I gripped the man's wrist. I slammed him the ground. "Gedubrak." The skinny man roared.

His friends join helped now. They surrounded me from three directions of the wind. I spread my legs, back one step. I'm open both palms a part of quarter like a clawn of the tiger. My hand closing my body and my face to stoping enemy attack.

An enemy swung his fist. While two him friends tried to close my movement. I was pressed. One enemy punch my body. I standing upright. Looking at my enemy's face one by one.

They attack again. This time they are compact. I moved to the left, targeting an opponent's leg with the right foot. "Crack" one man fell. Two more left.

They look angry. Now it's my turn to push the opponent. I was targeting a small man, at his right foot. He parried. His friend kicked from behind. I jumped ahead, among the opponents.

They attacked me again. The small man managed to grab my hand. He was about to slam. I broke his attack by kicking the opponent's leg. "Bukk ..." The man fell. I'm attacked him with knee. The man moaned in pain. My knee hit him chest. Fresh blood flowed from his mouth.

His friend back two steps. He drew a dagger. Swung a dagger between my face. I'm hissed. My hands feeling more elastics like a snake, searching between the swing of the dagger and grabbed the opponent's elbow. I gripped his elbow firmly. Folding his arms back. The dagger is now turned to the opponent's back. "Crash ..." Fresh blood flowing in the opponent's back. He was in pain, but still attacking.

"God, please give me power," I said to myself. When the opponent tried to stab the dagger towards me, I shifted the step to the right. Lifting the knee and, "kraakk." The man's hand was broken against my elbow. While his legs limp due to hit knee. "Agh ..."

Four opponents fell. I tried to catch my breath. From a distance a motorcycle sounds away. Apparently the long-haired man left his friends. I was grateful and rushed to the inn.

I reached for my handphone. Calling my wife and asked her to find out the number of the nearest police station. "What is wrong with you?" Ask my wife.

"Later I'm tell you, please track the police station number from the hospital officer, say to help me them to catch some bullies at Marina Bay, and please get hurry up the police here."[] (to be continue...)

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This story is just fiction. The similarity of names, places, institutions and stories is a mere coincidence. This is the first fiction I'm writing and immediately publish it in steemit. I hope the criticism and suggestions related to the storyline and editing of writing in this fiction, to be better in the next section. (Author: Boy Nashruddin/@boynashruddin)

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Read more:

• Guest house: The Kitchen Wall - Part I

• Guest house: Fearing Inside the Inn - Part 2

• Guest house: The Black Shadow - Part 3

• Guest house: Former Battlefield - Part 4.

• Guest house: Not Kidding! - Part 5

• Guest house: Bad Weather - Part 6

• Guest house: The Tosspot - Part 7

• Guest house: Don't Look for Trouble - Part 8

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