V arrived at a very distant part of Tangerang city.
V ate the only sustenance he had left on him. His eating disorder got the best of him.
He sat down on the stairway of a store and wept, and wept, and wept as if there was nothing sadder than whatever he just did.
A girl and one of her closest male friends were on the way home in her newly acquired turbocharged compact sedan. They were discussing about things like travel destinations and how good the Roti Bakar they just had was whilst smoking their electronic cigarettes
V was close to falling asleep. He didn't think of leaving nor was he going to as he found this storefront to be the closest thing he had to shelter and hope. It felt so warm and homy, sitting in front of a store with torn down clothes, a bruised face and bruises all over his body.
The pair saw him and Clara, the girl, stopped to offer him a bottle of water.
He thanked her and she drove a small distance before reversing and asking him to join them.
"Let's find you a warm place and a warm meal."
"So what's your name?"
"V"
"V as in BTS' V?"
"V as in "Verbally Abused" and "Violently Violated or um.. Vivaldi Johansen, Missus." V said with a slightly lowered tone, feeling the tension from the two as Tim, the guy, was starting to get really vexed.
"Alright, how about this, I drop you off at a boarding house, provide you a week's worth of living money, give you a... cellphone and we part ways, for good?"
"For good?"
"For good."
The first boarding house they went to, Kasih Senantiasa in Larangan, had no rooms available and told them they needed to reserve a month prior.
They then drove to the Indah Makmur boarding house on Batur street.
Clara asked the landlady for a room, and lucky enough, somebody had just moved out.
V thanked the two, unpacked and had a very good rest that night.
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Action(STORY WILL BE UNDERGOING MAJOR CHANGES, PART 1, 2 ,3 ,4 HAS BEEN EDITED!) A story about a child from a well-off family who turned into a gangster due to a life-changing event. UNDER MAJOR EDITING!!
