Chapter 8
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8-1 Mariana Enjoys the Bustle of the Disco
Kembang Setaman Diskotik
As the new owner of Kembang Setaman Disco, Mariana sat comfortably on the upper floor. Her eyes scanned the crowd dancing below under the spinning disco lights.
In front of her was a gss of cold cocktail. Meanwhile, her right hand kept pying with a paper fan, even though the room was cool thanks to the AC.
Several bodyguards stood on alert, ensuring Mariana’s safety. Including Broto, who was always near her.
Suddenly, a security guard came upstairs and whispered something to Broto.
Broto quickly approached Mariana.
Broto: “Ma’am, two high-ranking police officers want to meet you.”
Mariana: “Who are they?”
Broto: “Commissioner Arizal and AKBP Diono.”
Mariana smiled slightly.
Mariana: “Arizal? The chubby one with gsses and a big belly?”
Broto: “Yes, Ma’am.”
Mariana: “Diono? Not much slimmer than Arizal?”
Broto: “Correct, Ma’am.”
Mariana: “Let them come up and meet me.”
Broto immediately called the security through his phone to escort the two officers upstairs.
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8-2 Commissioner Arizal and AKBP Diono
Arizal: “We meet again, Madam Mariana.”
Diono: “Congratutions on becoming the new owner of Kembang Setaman Disco.”
Mariana smiled faintly, still pying with her paper fan.
Mariana: “Thank you.”
Arizal: “Hopefully our cooperation continues smoothly.”
Diono: “It’s been nearly four years of working together, hasn’t it?”
Mariana gave a thin, somewhat sarcastic smile.
Mariana: “Of course I remember.”
Arizal: “Gd you do.”
Diono: “You know why we’re here, don’t you?”
Mariana smiled again—a thin smile with a hardened jaw.
Mariana: “Of course I know. You need money for your little getaways, right?”
Both officers chuckled.
Mariana signaled Broto.
Broto pulled out two rge envelopes and handed one each to Arizal and Diono.
Both officers ughed contentedly.
Mariana: “Now, do you want some entertainment? Order a drink, it’s on me.”
Arizal: “We would, but other duties await us, so we must go.”
Diono: “Remember, Madam Mariana, we’ll visit again next month.”
Mariana kept her slight smile, but the corner of her eye gleamed.
Mariana: “Of course. We’ll be ready for you.”
The two officers left downstairs, exiting the disco.
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8-3 Mariana Watches the Corrupt Police
Mariana signaled Broto to come closer.
Mariana: “Broto, did you see those two police officers?”
Broto: “Yes, Ma’am.”
Mariana clenched her jaw. Her eyes bzed; her voice trembled slightly.
Mariana: “Keep an eye on them. Don’t let them out of your sight.”
Broto: “What do you mean, Ma’am?”
Mariana: “If they step out of line or betray me, eliminate them!”
Hearing Mariana’s cold and ruthless order, Broto shuddered. His voice quivered.
Broto: “Understood, Ma’am.”
Mariana rexed back, enjoying the disco music. Her right hand still fluttered the paper fan as her cold cocktail awaited.
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8-4 Giono Storms Kembang Setaman Disco
Sm!
Cng-ctter
Suddenly, Mariana saw one of her security guards smmed into a coffee table, knocking over gsses and bottles.
The guard’s forehead swelled with a big bump; his cheeks puffed up as if he had slept badly.
The crowd panicked.
Crash!
Bang!
Another guard was thrown against the bartender’s table.
His nose bent sharply to the right, like a witch’s nose—probably broken!
Broto was startled by the commotion below.
Broto: “Ma’am?”
Mariana signaled Broto to stay calm.
At the entrance, a harsh shout rang out:
“Anyone not involved, get out now!”
The already panicked crowd rushed outside.
Mariana spotted a tall, broad figure standing with arms akimbo.
“Wedah... Wedus!”
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8-5 The Green Gang’s Full of Spirit
Giono: "Turiman! Karto! Bring the kids in! Weduusss!"
Turiman moved inside the disco with fifty others. They were armed with wooden clubs, some even carrying firearms.
The Green Gang members shouted loudly:
"Let’s finish them off!"
"Let’s beat them up!"
"Let’s turn them into cheese-stuffed martabak!"
Hearing the Green Gang’s shouts, Mariana smiled slightly.
Mariana: "Broto, handle them. Take everyone of your men to confront them."
Broto: "Yes, Ma’am!"
Mariana: "Where’s Kubil?"
Broto: "He asked off, Ma’am."
Mariana: "Why?"
Broto: "His wife just gave birth."
Mariana smiled broadly and looked away.
Downstairs, Giono and his men were already shouting wildly.
Giono growled angrily, his voice thunderous—typical Ponorogo style.
Giono: "I want to meet Mariana, the Big Lady... Weduusss!"
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8-6 Giono vs. Broto
Broto took off his bck jacket, revealing two pistols tucked on his chest.
He went downstairs with dozens of his men, while three stayed alert to guard Mariana.
Broto: "You must be Giono."
Giono stared at Broto fearlessly, even though Broto carried two pistols.
Giono: "Wedah! Weduuss! Weduusss...!"
Broto: "Handoyo told me a lot about you, Giono."
Giono: "Weduuss! I don’t care."
Turiman: "The kids are ready to fight, Boss!"
Tikno, skinny with ribs showing, shouted in a high-pitched voice.
Tikno: "This club will make your heads bump and soft like tofu!"
Karto: "Green Gang will send you to the hospital!"
Mariana chuckled softly, covering her smile with her paper fan.
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8-7 Green Gang vs. Mariana’s Guards
Broto’s men started reacting to the Green Gang’s shouts.
Samun, tall and thin, stepped forward shouting in a shrill voice.
Samun: "If you make our heads bump, don’t bme us if you turn into potato croquettes!"
Kolil, standing behind Samun, joined in:
Kolil: "We’ll turn you into steamed anchovy parcels!"
"Hit the Green Gang!"
"Beat the Green Gang!"
"Turn them into gado-gado!"
Mariana’s guards’ chants echoed back, unwilling to lose.
Giono: "Wedah... Wedus! Wedus!"
Giono clenched his fists.
Turiman, Karto, and others started moving.
Broto stood ready. His men took positions.
Green Gang: "Make them martabak! (martabak, Indonesia’s stuffed pancake.)
Broto’s men: "Make them potato croquettes!"
Green Gang: "Beat them all together!"
Broto’s men: "The hospital will be full of you!"
Both groups shouted back and forth.
Finally, they cshed in battle!
Thud!
Smack!
Crash!
Cng-ctter!
They fought fiercely and wildly, no rules.
Elbowing each other.
Punching each other.
Kicking each other.
Hitting each other.
Some punches and kicks nded on both sides.
"Ouch, my stomach!"
"Mercy, my waist!"
"Ouch, my head’s swollen!"
The battle was noisy like hell breaking loose!
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8-8 The Battle Gets Fiercer
Turiman: "You idiot, Karto! That’s my hair you pulled!"
Karto grinned, quickly letting go of the hair.
Meanwhile, Tikno swung his club with full spirit.
Sm!
Cng- ctter
Turiman: "Hey, Tikno! The enemy’s in front! Why are you hitting the table and ptes?"
Turns out Tikno was pounding his club with his eyes closed!
On the other side...
Samun: "You lousy bug, Kubil! You bumped into me!"
Kolil: "I slipped, Mun! Didn’t mean to!"
Samun: "If you’re not careful, you’ll really become martabak, Lil!"
Note: Gado-gado, an Indonesian sad of mixed vegetables, tofu, and egg, served with peanut sauce.”
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8-9 Giono vs. Broto
Giono, agile and strong, had knocked down several of Broto’s men.
Meanwhile, Broto had made a few Green Gang members badly bruised.
Upstairs, Mariana smiled thinly.
Giono: "Hey, Wedus! I’m fighting you!"
Hearing himself called “Wedus,” Broto immediately stepped forward toward Giono.
The two tall, big men now faced each other.
Meanwhile…
The battle was nearly over. Both sides were exhausted and battered.
Many had fallen:
Some clutching swollen heads.
Some limping on injured legs.
Some with split lips.
Some kept groaning.
You could imagine: tomorrow morning, the clinics and hospitals would be packed.
Giono stared at Broto, clenched his fist, and took a pencak sit stance.
Broto took a karate stance.
Giono was a warok master from Ponorogo—mystical sit, soft but full of inner power.
Broto was a bck belt, BAN IV Karate—hard, stiff moves packed with force.
The two stared each other down.
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8-10 Giono vs. Broto
Giono: "Ladah... Wedus! You made many of my men jontor (swollen lips)!"
Broto: "You made many of my guys benjol (swollen heads)!"
Upstairs, Mariana smiled thinly, fanning herself with her paper fan. She sipped her cold cocktail, eyes fixed on the fight below.
Giono moved forward toward Broto.
Broto stepped up to face him.
Finally…
The fight began.
The soft sit moves met the hard karate strikes.
Giono sliced quickly. His body twisted like a shadow in the disco’s flickering lights.
Broto stood firm, dodging with measured steps.
Wham!
A punch hit Broto’s chest, forcing him a step back.
A follow-up punch flew.
Smack!
Broto’s hand blocked, then countered. But his fist hit empty air—Giono dodged.
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8-11 The Bet
Meanwhile, the exhausted groups could only watch their leaders fight.
Turiman: "Who are you backing, To?"
Karto: "I’m backing Giono!"
Turiman: "Alright… two hundred then?"
Karto: "What do you mean?"
Turiman: "If Giono wins, I pay you two hundred."
Karto: "And if Broto wins?"
Turiman: "You pay me one hundred. I’m still backing Giono!"
Karto, confident Broto would win, quickly agreed.
Karto: "Alright! Deal, man?"
Turiman: "Okay! Deal, To!"
Upstairs, Mariana still smiled thinly, fanning herself as if the fight below was just a little entertainment.
Turiman looked around, searching for Tikno, whose head was swollen three times over.
Turiman: "No, lend me a hundred first, just in case I lose the bet to Karto."
Tikno snorted angrily, holding his swollen head.
Though annoyed, he handed over a hundred thousand rupiah to Turiman.
Tikno: "Here, man! One hundred. But you better pay back one fifty ter!"
Turiman grinned slyly.
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8-12 Bet Part 2
Meanwhile, Broto’s men overheard the other group betting and didn’t want to lose out.
Samun, with swollen lips, looked for Kolil.
Samun: "Hey, Kolil! Come here!"
Kolil, whose lips were also swollen from Giono’s hits, approached Samun.
Kolil: "What’s up, Mun?"
Samun: "Did you see the Green Gang betting on Giono?"
Kolil: "So?"
Samun grinned.
Samun: "Let’s bet too."
Kolil thought for a moment, his swollen lips still throbbing.
Kolil: "Alright. I’m backing Broto."
Samun: "I’m backing Giono. Deal, Lil?"
Kolil: "Deal, Mun."
They both pulled out a hundred thousand rupiah, watching the fight eagerly, despite their throbbing faces.
Upstairs, Mariana remained calm, fanning herself with sharp eyes watching Broto and Giono—the two tall men fighting in the middle of the battered dance floor.
Giono showed his mystical, soft but deadly warok sit.
Broto faced him with hard, disciplined karate stances.
They punched!
They kicked!
They spped!
Both were agile, dodging each attack with skill. Sometimes their fists cshed—between punches and blocks.
The pain and tingling started spreading through their arms.
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8-13 Cheers & Silly Chants
Upstairs, Mariana kept watching the brawl with sharp eyes.
This time, she tapped the tip of her paper fan on the table, as if weighing the course of the fight.
Down below, Turiman, backing Giono, stood up and shouted loudly.
Turiman: "Hit him, Boss! Kick his stomach, Boss!"
Karto, who was backing Broto, stayed quiet. But in his heart, he hoped Broto would win.
He already imagined the hundred thousand rupiah from Turiman going straight into his pocket.
Not to be outdone, Broto’s men also cheered on their leader.
Samun, who was silent at first, now stood up, clenched his fist, and shouted:
Samun: "Clean him up, Boss! Make Giono into potato pancakes!"
The two groups roared back and forth:
"Hit him!"
"Clean him up!"
"Make him into mashed potatoes!"
"Make him into stuffed martabak!"
"Hospital!"
"Graveyard!"
Meanwhile, upstairs, Mariana stopped tapping her fan.
Her sharp eyes watched Giono and Broto fight more intensely.
For a moment, her lips curled into a thin smile—whether from tension or because she found the fight getting interesting.
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8-14 Mystical Warok Moves
The fierce fight was always colored with Giono’s trademark words:
Giono: "Wedah... Wedusss...."
Giono’s mystical warok sit, full of inner power and mysticism, made Broto struggle.
Broto started feeling a mystical aura enveloping each of Giono’s attacks.
A cold breeze spread from Giono’s punches, pressing down every block Broto made.
Even when Giono’s punch missed just a few centimeters from his face, Broto could feel an icy wind brushing his skin.
Giono began to gain the upper hand.
Upstairs, Mariana still fanned her face, even though the room wasn’t warm.
This time, her fan moved slightly faster than before.
At one point, Giono managed to nd a hard punch on Broto’s chest.
Wham!
Broto staggered backward. His chest felt tight. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
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8-15 Bet Pays Off
Giono: "Wedah! Seems like your strength is like a woman’s, Broto!"
Broto narrowed his eyes, wanting to reply, but his body felt stiff.
His chest tightened, breath heavy. He tried moving his hands, but it felt like a heavy weight pressed down.
Elsewhere, Turiman immediately stood up with a beaming face.
Turiman: "Haha! I won the bet! Hey, Karto! Where’s my two hundred thousand? You said if Giono won, you’d pay me!"
Karto grumbled while pulling money from his pocket.
Karto: "Damn you, Turiman... That’s my kid’s pocket money! If my wife finds out, I’ll get spped..."
With a sour face, Karto reluctantly handed over two hundred thousand rupiah.
Before Turiman could stash the money in his pocket, Tikno jabbed him on the shoulder.
Tikno: "Hey, Turiman! You borrowed a hundred thousand from me and promised to return one fifty! Where’s that?"
Turiman grinned, pulled out two hundred thousand, and handed it to Tikno.
Turiman: "Not bad, still got fifty left..."
Meanwhile, Kolil, whose lips were still swollen, approached Samun with an outstretched hand.
Kolil: "Mun, where’s the hundred thousand? You promised if Giono won, the money’s mine!"
Samun could only stare at his money changing hands. Then, with a heavy heart, he handed it to Kolil, who ughed triumphantly.
Kolil: "That’s how it’s done, Mun! Voluntarily."
Samun smiled grimly.
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8-16 Mariana’s Guards Step In
At the same time, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.
Without command, four of Mariana’s guards moved to surround Giono.
They were Reno, Riko, Rifai, and Rendi.
Giono realized he was now surrounded by Mariana’s guards from all four cardinal directions.
Upstairs, Mariana remained calm, fanning herself while staring down with sharp eyes.
Slowly, she rose from her seat and stood beside the table.
Her paper fan opened wide. Her eyes watched the fight below.
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8-17 Surrounded from Four Sides
Giono: "Wedah... Wedusss!"
Giono took a fighting stance, preparing his warok moves. His eyes sharp, ready to face Reno, Riko, Rifai, and Rendi.
The battle began!
From the front, Reno lunged with a punch aimed at Giono’s head. Riko from the left unched a kick to the waist.
Rifai from the right threw a jab to the head... Rendi from behind kicked Giono’s lower leg.
Four deadly attacks!
But Giono moved fast, agile, and nimble. He stepped back, dodged Reno’s punch, blocked Riko’s kick with his left hand, parried Rifai’s jab with his right, then made a small leap—avoiding Rendi’s kick.
The fight was fierce.
Every punch and kick from Reno, Riko, Rifai, and Rendi was easily deflected by Giono.
Giono’s moves looked like a dance among the attacks. Occasionally, he threw a kick or a jab of his own.
A cold aura came out every time Giono kicked or punched.
It broke their focus. They started struggling.
From their fighting style, it was clear: these four were no match for Giono.
And Mariana knew it.
Without expression, Mariana slowly moved toward the stairs.
Her hand kept fanning with calm rhythm—almost rexed.
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8-18 Four Down
Just as Mariana predicted!
Bugh! Wham!
Reno’s body flew backward. His chest was tight.
Smack
Riko’s face twisted to the side. Giono spped his cheek hard.
Thump!
Rifai’s body half lifted as Giono’s kick hit his chin. Rifai colpsed to the floor. Unconscious!
Creak!
Rendi winced in pain. His leg swollen and sprained from Giono’s kick.
One by one, Mariana’s four guards fell.
Reno massaged his sore chest.
Riko rubbed his swollen cheek, unable to turn his head.
Rifai y unconscious, his chin swollen like a young coconut.
Rendi held his left leg, badly swollen—probably broken.
Giono stared sharply, holding a low fighting stance.
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8-19 Mariana Steps In
Mariana stopped on the stairs.
Her eyes locked on Giono. Her lips curved in a thin smile.
Mariana: "Not bad... you, Giono."
She then stepped down the stairs toward Giono.
Broto, still sitting, saw Mariana stepping in and panicked. He shouted quickly.
Broto: "Don’t dirty your hands, Nyonya!"
Mariana didn’t stop. She only smiled faintly, getting closer to Giono.
When she reached her opponent, Mariana raised her right hand. With a smooth motion, she opened her paper fan and took a fighting stance.
Broto grew even more anxious.
Broto: "Nyonya! Don’t fight on your own!"
Giono chuckled, raising one eyebrow.
Giono: "Ladah... You’re a beautiful woman. How could I bear to hit you?"
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8-20 Duel Giono vs Mariana
Mariana: "You may hit me and beat me all you want... as long as you can, Giono."
Giono: "Wedah! Wedusss! Better you become my wife then!"
Mariana just smiled thinly.
Her fan was fully opened.
She took a strong stance, calm facing Giono.
Seeing his opponent ready, Giono didn’t hesitate. He charged at Mariana with a flurry of punches and kicks.
However, every attack—whether punch or kick—was blocked by Mariana’s sweeping paper fan.
Giono tried to get close.
But he couldn’t. Every attack was stopped just an inch before touching Mariana’s body.
Giono: "Wedah! Weduss! Weduss!"
Now he realized: not only he had a mystical aura.
Mariana’s mystical aura was far stronger.
Giono was no match.
At one moment, Mariana whipped her paper fan toward him.
Whoosh!
A gust of powerful hot wind smmed into Giono’s chest.
Thud!
Sm!
Giono’s body flew backward, crashing into a table.
Blood flowed from his mouth. His chest felt tight.
His eyes widened, staring at Mariana still standing before him.
The woman kept smiling thinly, gracefully pying with her paper fan.
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8-21 Mariana’s Fan Effect
Giono: "Wedah... Weduuusss!"
The hot wind from Mariana’s fan didn’t just hit Giono’s chest—it also bsted everyone watching.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. The heat felt like it was burning their skin.
Broto was stunned. The boss he thought was weak actually hid deadly power.
After knocking Giono down, Mariana gnced at him briefly, then turned her face toward the stairs.
Her steps graceful as she climbed up.
She sat back in her original seat. Sweat dripped from her forehead—the fight had drained much energy.
Her paper fan now closed in her grip. Her gaze fixed on the floor below.
Tables and chairs were in disarray. Gsses and bottles shattered here and there.
Broto and Giono both clutched their chests in pain. Meanwhile, the two battered groups could only groan at each other.
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8-22 Giono Defeated
Mariana: "Broto, tell them to go home. Don’t let them come back if all they do is cause trouble."
Broto: "Yes, Nyonya."
Broto stood up, holding his chest in pain, then shouted toward the Green Gang.
Broto: "All of you, Green Gang! Go home! This matter is settled!"
Slowly, the Green Gang members started leaving one by one.
Two men helped Giono out of Kembang Setaman Diskotik, toward a car parked outside.
On the way to the parking lot, Turiman whispered to Karto.
Turiman: "Hey, Karto... you know what the boss will make you do at the base ter?"
Karto shook his head.
Turiman: "Giono will make you..."
Tikno: "Make bitter coffee."
Turiman: "Two spoons of coffee, half a spoon of sugar..."
Karto: "Stirred eighteen times. No less, no more."
The three ughed softly.
Not long after, ten Avanza cars slowly drove away from Kembang Setaman Diskotik—heading back to the Green Gang base.
End of chapter 8
To be continued chapter 9
