Assault

Galuh's non-calculating attitude makes Wildan in a difficult position at this time. If he wants to protect Galuh, then he will definitely be hit by one of the Baron's men. However, there is no time to think. He played with his logic and a much greater chance. He chose to save Galuh who was now so close to his back.

As soon as the Baron began to hammer the wooden block towards Wildan, the man swiftly embraced Galuh's slender waist, then dragged him two steps to the side. The action had saved himself and Galuh from Baron's attack. And luck was on Wildan's side, because the log eventually hit the Baron's own men.

"Bugh!" A thudding sound was heard when the wooden block hit the base of the Baron's men's neck. The nimble thin middle-aged man then collapsed on the spot.

The Baron gape in place, his face paled with a gape mouth. The rest of his men also gawked at the situation.

"Hey, Bejo! Wake up!" his orders to the men who had just collapsed hit the wood block. "Boy! Wake him up!"

The man who was called by the name of the Boy was holding his stomach and legs because he was hit by Wildan's empty hand. Since he was closest to Bejo, the Baron ordered him to get closer to Bejo.

"He's Not Dead, is he?"The Baron asked, and the voice trembled.

Boy shook his head, "still breathing, Boss!"

The Baron who stood upright did not do anything, only saw when his men were beaten by Wildan. When there were no more of his men left, he looked even more furious.

"Want to continue?" fishing Wildan so eye to eye clash with Baron.

The pockmarked-faced man then threw the wooden beam he was holding onto the ground. He shook his head, giving up.

"I give up, Young Man!" he exclaimed, slowly.

"You okay?" Wildan asked Galuh that he still held his arm.

Galuh nodded while throwing a faint smile. "Thank you. You saved my life twice."

Wildan smiled, then gestured with his eyes for Galuh to go to his father. Galuh was obedient, he quickly walked towards his father who still looked scared.

"How much does her father owe?"asked Wildan, sternly, once he has managed to defeat the Baron's men.

"One hundred million, not counting the flowers." Baron's answer received a mixed reaction from both Mr. Samsul, and Galuh.

"I don't owe you that much, I only owe you fifty million, Baron." Mr. Samsul objected to the Baron's speech.

"Are you crazy to give my father a debt and then raise his money? Crazy Loan Shark!" half the screaming.

"Do you want to pay for it?" The grimace on the Baron's face is obvious. It's like being on the wind.

"Who said they would pay? I'm just asking you to make it harder for your punishment."Wildan's answer made the grin on the Baron's face disappear. He looks upset.

Wildan approached towards the Baron, until it was very close. The Baron edged back, scared. His wild eyes looked at his fallen men.

"What do you want, young man?"

"I do not ask you to write off the debt of the father, but, calculate it clearly and surely. I don't want any flowers to bloom."

The Baron gulped at WIldan's slow speech, but made him feel frightened. He squeezed both fingers.

"Can, right?"

The Baron nodded his head, "Can, young man. But, if now, can not. Tomorrow, I'll make it tomorrow."

"Okay, I wait tomorrow, here, at ten o'clock."

The Baron nodded, "then can I go?"

"Go away!"exclaimed WIldan, firmly. The Baron and his men fled in fear.

"Thank you, young man. I do not know what happens if young people are not here," said Mr. Samsul with a sobbing tone to WIldan.

Instead of answering, Wildan even helped the middle-aged man stand up straight. He then helped the man sit on a wooden bench in front of his house.

"You shouldn't have come. I don't want to trouble you."

Wildan called Om immediately turned his head, staring intently at Galuh who stood behind him.

"Do I look so old that you call me that?" hardik Wildan, upset.

Galuh looked clumsy with Wildan's words, because in fact, he also seemed confused as to how to call the man.

"I'm sorry, Om, uh, Sir, uh, Bang, uh ... Mas?"

"Don't doubt that, Gal. Call me that, just like this young man. Let it look familiar." Mr. Samsul interrupted the conversation between them. "Galuh, get some water for our guest of Honor."

Galuh walked into the house, to get water for Wildan and his father. Wildan noticed Pak Samsul's face which still looked battered.

"Dad is okay?"

Mr. Samsul shook his head. "It's okay. I thank you very much because young people like you come and help me and Galuh. Without you, I don't know what happened to us."

"You can talk so purely realizing your mistake, or - " Wildan hung up, deliberately giving Mr. Samsul a chance to think about his words.

"What the Baron said is not true, son. No father would ever sell his daugther to a bad man like him."Mr. Samsul answered with a serious face. "May I ask what your name is, young man?"

"Call Me Wildan, Sir."

"All Right, Wildan. Once again, thank you for your help."

"You're welcome, Sir."

Galuh came out of the house while carrying a tray containing two cups of drinks that were still steaming. As soon as Galuh put the cup down, Pak Samsul got up from his seat.

"Stay here, Wildan. I want to go to the bathroom first, " said Mr. Samsul then limped.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"No need, Wildan, sit down first. Again, thank you, " said Mr. Samsul, then continued his steps into his old house.

Stay Wild and Galuh in the courtyard of the House. Wildan sat staring at the night sky which was quite bright because the stars were scattered. Galuh who had stood, then sat on the bench opposite Wildan. His face was struck by the dim light of the lamp from the porch of his house.

Sensing that the girl was taking a seat opposite him, Wildan turned his gaze towards the girl. If earlier he could not watch Galuh's face, now under the dim lights, he could devour the girl's beautiful face. Her oval face with high cheekbones, pointed nose and thin lips are clearly exposed. Moreover, at this time Galuh has tied her hair, exposing her slender neck.

"She's beautiful, apparently, " wildan said.

"You okay?"

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