The Boy I Hate in Battle

Sha answered, "Actually..."

"Please enjoy your order," said a waitress while delivering Sha's four orders: two large banana bear cupcakes and two large durian yogurt parfaits with large wheat biscuits.

Wow, his favorite food is a bit contrary to the image of a masculine man that he has been showing, Respati thought to himself. "I think I could get diabetes mellitus if I eat food like that."

"No way, no way," said Sha while enjoying his cupcake in large pieces. "There's no healthier food anywhere we're going from here. You'd better finish what I bought you," he asked.

Because hunger overpowered his common sense to avoid excessive sugar intake, Respati started enjoying the cupcake in front of him. Since he didn't like sweet food, he thought it would taste normal. But that thought changed at the first bite.

"It's delicious, right?" Sha asked with a teasing look.

Respati remained in his attitude and answered, "I'm only doing this to respect you. It just feels normal." But, he thought in his heart that he would come back here again sometime.

"Hahaha, maybe you don't know, but what you feel is visible on your face, Respati."

"So, why should we eat here when there are so many other types of food we can enjoy on the way here?" Respati asked.

"I'm exhausted because I have to help with research and the agendas of several extracurricular activities at school. My brain will dry out before evening if I don't consume all of this," Sha answered sensibly.

"Do you have that much time that you always insist on helping people with the problems they face? Aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of, or are you just that good of a person?" Respati asked.

"I just do things that I enjoy and don't think about anything other than that. Even if after I help that person does something bad to me, it won't stop me from repeating the same thing," answered Sha, actually like an angel.

Respati thought, wow, excellent and perfect people like him do exist in this world. I thought they only existed in scripture.

"Then you can eat this parfait," said Respati. In this brief and slightly strange interaction, he somehow felt he had explored a Shakarta much deeper than the friends around him.

However, Respati still tried to remember this for himself; he and Shakarta live in very different worlds, and everything he feels now may not happen again tomorrow.

GREPH. Suddenly, Sha grabbed Respati's wrist, which was on the table. His two eyes, which looked friendly, suddenly became very sharp and glanced in all directions with the gaze of a wild animal defending its territory from attacks by other predators.

"We have to get out of here immediately," said Shakarta as he stood up to walk towards the stairs.

Respati said, "You haven't even finished all the food. You can't throw away food. GWUPH GWUPH GWUPH!!!" He immediately put all the food on the table, including Sha's leftover food, into his mouth. It's better to get diabetes mellitus than throw away food in this world of capitalism.

When the two of them were on the landing of the stairs, they both heard something strange downstairs. Druukh draaakh druuukh. Even some screams that were trying to be suppressed and soft moans.

"What's going on down there?" asked another visiting girl who seemed to want to go to the bathroom.

Shakarta pulled Respati's hand back up without answering and walked towards the window.

"Oi, oi, what do you want to do? There's no door there!" said Respati warningly. Several suspicious people appeared from below when he looked towards the stairs, causing a commotion upstairs. Moreover, there were only female visitors there apart from them.

"Don't worry, ladies, we only have business with that man over there," said a narrow-eyed man who lightly swung a Glock 17 in his hand before he pointed it straight at Sha's face.

Our distance wasn't ten meters. With only this distance, what will you do? Respati could only ask himself when he felt his body wet with sweat. He saw that the teenagers nearby didn't have any disturbed faces at all. Has he thought of a way out?

Oh, Mama, why do I have to get involved in something like this??! This is the worst day of the year!!! Respati was silent for a moment. He continued, wait, I don't even have a mother.

"Sir, actually I..." Respati tried to explain to the three men who looked dangerous that he had nothing to do with Shakarta. The perfect teenager who he thought had never experienced anything wrong in his life.

Sha whispered something behind Respati's ear, "They will kill you or anything worse than that until you separate from me."

Respati's reflex screamed in surprise, "HAAAHHH?!?! WHY ME TOO? WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHO ARE THEY??!!!"

PRAAAANK. Right after Respati shut his mouth, Sha broke the window behind them and jumped. Respati, who would have died if Sha hadn't been carrying him on his back, almost fainted when a scene that he usually only saw in action films happened in his life.

DRAP DRAP DRAP. Sha ran fast from the cafe with Respati's body still unable to move on his back. His chest was pounding so hard that he couldn't hear anything other than his heartbeat.

In the midst of all these unexpected situations, Respati suddenly realized something again. "Why doesn't anyone respond to our presence?" he asked when he saw that all the people they passed on the road did not react at all to the strange things they were doing, including how five armed men were chasing them.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Eh? Why did he stop? Respati asked while daring to open his eyes. Sure enough, another man was in front of him. He was alone, but his enormous body and all-over muscles would intimidate anyone who saw him.

Without realizing it, Respati's hug on Shakarta's body, who was carrying him, became more robust.

"Forgive me. I shouldn't show all this even when I haven't explained anything," said Sha suddenly. It was so quiet that Respati had to put his ear to the child's back to hear clearly.

"Wow, who is that kid, Young Master? Have you found your outlet?" asked the muscular man with a friendly face.

Eh? What did he say? What on earth was the outlet he was talking about?

"Please don't say anything else because he has absolutely nothing to do with our problem," Sha replied, "I assure you that the five people behind me will live the rest of their lives without both hands until they dare do something to him."

The man smiled gently. He asked, "Oh, then what will you do? Would you like to use it here? Even if you can make other people unaware, wouldn't the damage caused still be huge? Or are they ready to take care of all the problems you cause?"

What are they talking about? Is it a conversation between humans in this modern era and capitalism? What does Sha want to use? Damage? Oh God, why is my life must be like this??!

"Stop provoking me to get to safety for yourself, Sir," said Sha. He whispered to Respati, "You can't see this. Go to sleep!"

Ah? Eh? What did he say? Sleep? I'm not sleepy! But, but why…?

Sha lowered Respati's body and laid it directly behind him. "You'll regret continuing to get into trouble with me."

"Oh, can I finally witness Young Master Zha's anger?" He saw five of his men standing on the other side of Shakarta. He said, "What are you doing? QUICKLY FORM FORMATION! WE WILL GET IT ALL DONE TODAY!"