Orang Kanan Baru

BAHASA MELAYU

Sudah seminggu Afif terlantar di hospital setelah dirinya berjaya diselamatkan dari bangunan terbiar pada hari itu. Peristiwa itu masih lagi menghantui diri dia walaupun berkali-kali dia cuba untuk melupakannya. Kadang-kala, dia terbawa-bawa sehingga ke dalam mimpi membuatkan dia meracau-racau dalam tidurnya. Sedang dia asyik duduk di kerusi sambil merenung ke luar tingkap bilik hospital itu, dia sedikit terkejut apabila pintu biliknya dibuka lalu masuklah seseorang yang dia kenali mendekatinya. "Eh, Faliq. Kau datang?", sapa Afif saat melihat kawan sekerjanya di situ sambil dia cuba untuk bangun menyambutnya. "Eh, Afif, tak payah susah-susah bangun. Kau duduk saja di situ, kau tu masih sakit, rehat cukup-cukup", balasnya sambil menahan Afif daripada bangun. "Kau sihat? Kawan-kawan kita yang lain okay? Tuan kita okay?", soalan demi soalan dilontarkan oleh Afif. "Semua okay, kau tak perlu risau", balas Faliq lalu dia pun duduk di sofa kecil yang ada di situ. Sebelum Afif berkata lagi, Faliq menyampuk, "Aku datang hari ni sebab tuan kita arahkan aku. Hari ni kau akan keluar wad, bukan? Jadi, dia suruh aku jemput kau balik". "Balik? Balik ke mana? Rumah agam tu kan dah rosak teruk". "Kau ni macam tak kenal je siapa tuan kita tu. Berlambak rumah agam dia dekat Malaysia ni. Tapi, rumah agam kali ini jauh, lagi selamat sebab keselamatannya betul-betul ketat", lalu Faliq pun bangkit saat doktor yang merawat Afif itu masuk ke bilik untuk membincangkan rawatan susulan untuknya. Setelah mereka mendapat surat keluar wad, Faliq pun membantu Afif mengemas barang dan pakaiannya sebelum mereka bergerak keluar ke kereta yang sudah pun menunggu mereka. Agak lama jugalah untuk sampai ke rumah agam baru itu, sekitar dalam satu hingga dua jam barulah mereka tiba di sana. Afif terpesona melihat suasana sekeliling rumah itu yang penuh dengan pohon menghijau dan dikelilingi dengan bukit-bukau. Malah, rumah agam itu sedang dikawal ketat oleh beberapa pengawal di setiap tembok pagar itu. "Hari ni, kau rehat cukup-cukup dalam bilik. Kurangkan bergerak, nanti lambat baik. Oh ya, esok pagi Tuan Fazri nak jumpa kau. Okay? Aku gerak dulu", kata Faliq sebelum dia berjalan menghampiri pintu. "Terima kasih tau, Faliq", kata Afif dengan sedikit kuat lalu Faliq pun tersenyum sambil menganggukkan kepalanya sebelum menutup pintu tersebut.

Pada keesokkan paginya, Afif pun sudah siap berpakaian kemas dengan mengenakan baju kemeja pejabat berwarna putih dan berseluar 'slack hitam' seperti pembantu rumah itu lagi. Tak lama kemudian, pintu biliknya diketuk dan dua orang pengawal peribadi Tuan Fazri sudah pun berdiri di luar pintu itu sebelum mereka berjalan menuju ke bilik tuan mereka. "Afif, lama aku tak jumpa. Macam mana keadaan kau? Sudah sihat sepenuhnya?", sapa Tuan Fazri yang melihat Afif melangkah masuk ke biliknya. "Baik, tuan. Sihat sahaja, tuan", balasnya sambil melihat beberapa pengawal peribadinya berdiri mengelilingi bilik itu manakala seseorang yang lengkap berpakaian serba hitam sedang berdiri di hadapan tuannya. "Baguslah macam tu. Tujuan aku panggil kau ke sini adalah untuk aku nak berterima kasih sangat-sangat sebab kau dah tolong selamatkan nyawa aku sebelum ini. Aku sangat-sangat puji dengan keberanian kau dan sedih dengan apa yang kau terima sebelum ni. Jadi sebagai tanda terima kasih pada aku, aku pilih kau sebagai calon untuk pelantikan orang kanan aku yang baru. Macam kamu berdua nampak, hanya kamu berdua sahaja calon yang layak. Jadi, kamu berdua akan bertarung di gelanggang gusti pada petang ini dan mereka yang menang akan terpilih untuk berada di samping aku", kata Tuan Fazri membuatkan Afif sedikit terkejut. Dia menghargai tawaran yang diberikan namun untuk bertarung dengan lawan aku yang bertubuh sasa itu membuatkan dia ragu-ragu. "Sekarang, kamu berdua persiapkan diri kamu. Jam tiga petang ini, perlawanan akan dimulakan", arah tuan mereka lagi, lalu mereka pun mengangguk faham sebelum keluar dari bilik itu. "Weh, Arif. Tuan cakap apa dekat kau tadi?", soal Faliq yang masuk ke bilik Arif sambil membawa makanan tengah hari. Lalu, Arif pun menceritakan segalanya pada Faliq membuatkan dia agak terkejut. "Biar betul? Tak pernah lagi mana-mana pembantu rumah dia yang dinaikkan pangkat macam tu. Selalunya perlantikan tu antara calon-calon dari kalangan pengawal peribadinya je", ujar Faliq yang masih lagi terkejut. "Ak... aku pun terkejut tadi", jawabnya ringkas kerana dia merasa gemuruh memikirkan perlawanan petangnya nanti. Melihat Afif sebegitu, Faliq pun menepuk bahunya dan memberikan kata-kata semangat padanya.

Waktu berlalu dengan pantas, setelah selesai sahaja sembahyang Zohor, Afif pun sudah bersedia dengan berpakaian baju dan seluar sukan dan sedang duduk di atas katilnya. Tidak lama setelah itu, pintu biliknya diketuk dan terlihat seorang pengawal masuk dan mengarahkannya untuk ke bilik Tuan Fazri. Afif mengangguk faham sebelum mengekori mereka ke sana. "Ya, sudah sampai calon-calon terbaik aku. Sebelum mula, dia akan menerangkan peraturan perlawanan", kata Tuan Fazri sambil menuding jari pada setiausahanya. Setelah peraturan diterangkan, mereka berdua pun diarahkan untuk membuka pakaian mereka kecuali seluar dalam mereka. Dengan Afif yang hanya berseluar dalam ketat berwarna putih, dia pun bergerak ke tengah bilik sebelum kesemua pengawal yang ada berkumpul membentuk satu bulatan mengelilingi Afif dan lawannya seperti gelanggang. "Baiklah, mulakan sekarang", kata tuan mereka menandakan perlawanan tersebut bermula. Lalu, mereka pun mulai acah-mengacah menyerang sesama sendiri sebelum lawannya cuba menumbuk mukanya, namun Afif sempat mengelak sebelum dia menerjah kaki lawannya itu sehingga dia terjatuh ke lantai. 'Bukkk' 'bukkk' 'bukkk', tumbukan demi tumbukan dilepaskan ke arah tangan yang sempat melindungi kepalanya bertubi-tubi. Lalu, lawannya itu pun menolak tubuh Afif ke tepi sebelum menindih badan Afif dan menumbuknya pula berkali-kali. Afif yang tidak sempat mengelak hanya mampu menahan kepalanya dipukul sambil dia cuba untuk melepaskan badannya. Kepalanya mulai pening dek kerana tumbukan itu sebelum salah seorang pengawal peribadi yang dilantik sebagai pengadil perlawanan meleraikan mereka berdua dan memeriksa keadaan Afif. Afif bangkit berdiri semula dan meregang-regangkan badannya yang sakit itu sebelum pengadil menyambung semula perlawanan. Afif melihat lawannya mulai mendekatinya lalu cuba untuk menendang namun dapat ditangkis oleh Afif. Lalu dengan pantas, Afif mengunci kedua-dua tangan lawannya sebelum, 'dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', dia melutut perut lawannya beberapa kali sehingga dia rebah ke lantai. Dengan kesempatan yang ada, dia pun terus mengunci lehernya lalu menariknya ke atas sehingga lawannya meronta-ronta kesakitan.

Afif mengetatkan lagi kunciannya namun lawannya yang bertubuh sasa itu mampu berdiri sebelum dia menghempaskan badannya yang masih lagi Afif kunci ke lantai membuatkan Afif meraung kesakitan. Belum sempat dia cuba bangkit, lawannya terus melompat sebelum menyiku tepat diperutnya. "Arghhhhhh uhukkk uhukkk", jerit Afif tersedak-sedak dek kerana perutnya yang senak itu. Tidak dengan itu, lawannya juga duduk di atas kepalanya lalu tangannya tidak henti-henti menumbuk perut Afif yang sedikit buncit itu."Arghhh, lepaskan aku", jeritnya sambil cuba menolak lawannya ke tepi namun gagal, malah semakin kuat tumbukan itu dilepaskan. Setelah itu, lawannya bangkit lalu dengan pantas memijak-mijak dada dan perut Afif sehingga Afif menggelupur kesakitan. Afif memegang kaki lawannya agar tidak memijaknya lagi namun dia menarik kakinya sebelum dia berlutut lalu memijak mukanya dengan kuat sekali sebelum menendang semula dada dan perut Afif tanpa henti. Tuan Fazri yang menyaksikan hal itu hanya berdiam diri di atas kerusinya melihat Afif tidak henti-henti dibelasah oleh lawannya. "Tunjukkan pada aku yang kau berdua itu istimewa pada aku, pastikan pilihan aku ini betul", kata Tuan Fazri pada mereka membuatkan lawannya semakin membara semangatnya lalu dia berlutut dan menyeluk leher Afif sebelum menguncinya sehingga Afif tercungap-cungap kerana tidak dapat bernafas. Afif cuba menumbuk, meleraikan kuncian lehernya dan malah cuba untuk berdiri namun gagal dan lawannya juga beberapa kali melutut belakang badan Afif membuatkan dia menjerit kesakitan. Setelah penat dan tangannya mulai lenguh, lawannya itu pun melepaskan leher Afif lalu terus berdiri sambil meregang-regangkan tubuhnya manakala Afif masih lagi terbaring sambil menarik nafas dengan kencang. Belum sempat Afif mendapatkan tenaganya semula, lawannya terus membaringkan Afif secara tertiarap sebelum seluar dalamnya dilucutkan dan dikoyak lalu kedua-dua tangan Afif ditarik ke belakang dan diikat menggunakan seluar dalam koyak itu. Afif cuba meronta-ronta melepaskan dirinya namun gagal, malah kepalanya ditumbuk beberapa kali. Setelah itu, lawannya menyepak dada Afif sehingga dia terlentang lalu kedua-dua kaki Afif diangkat secara mengangkang sebelum, 'dukkk', satu sepakan mengenai tepat ke celah kangkang Afif membuatkan dia menjerit kuat. "Arghhh, sakit. Lepaskan aku, erghhh urghhh", jerit Afif menahan sakit tatkala kote dan telurnya disepak lagi. 'Dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', pijakan dan sepakan dilepaskan ke celah kangkangnya tanpa henti, malah Afif tidak dapat menghalang sepakan itu dek kerana tangan dan kakinya yang terhalang. 'Dukkk' "Arghhh" 'dukkk' "Erghhh" 'dukkk' "Ermmm", bunyi sepakan yang diselangi dengan jeritan kuat dari Afif memecah kesunyian bilik tuannya pada waktu.

Hampir 10 minit dia tak mampu berbuat apa-apa dan hanya pasrah tubuhnya diperlakukan sebegitu sambil dilihat oleh para pengawal yang hanya menyaksikan adegan itu. Dengan keadaan lemah, Afif melihat tuannya melalui celah kangkang lawannya dan terlihat jelas riak wajah tuannya yang kecewa, malah beberapa kali tuannya menggelengkan kepalanya sambil melemparkan cebisan kuih ke atas pinggan dengan sedikit kuat seperti kemarahan. Entah mengapa saat dia melihat tuannya sebegitu menaikkan semangat untuk melawan lawannya itu. Dengan pantas, Afif menghalang dan memegang kaki kanan lawannya yang cuba memijak celah kangkangnya tadi lalu dia menariknya sehingga lawannya mahu jatuh sebelum dia menyiku kepala lawannya sehingga dia terjatuh ke tepi. Dengan celah kangkangnnya yang masih sakit, Afif bangkit berdiri sebelum dia menghempap badan pengawal itu lalu, 'bukkk' 'bukkk' 'bukkk', tumbukan demi tumbukan dikenakan ke kepala lawannya. Lawannya cuba untuk menolak Afif ke belakang namun Afif sempat mengelak lalu mengunci leher lawannya seketika. Setelah itu, Afif berdiri lalu dia mulai menendang dada dan perut lawannya tanpa henti. 'Dukkk' "Erghhh" 'dukkk' "Arghhh" 'dukkk' "Erghhh", lawannya meronta-ronta sambil cuba melindungi dirinya namun Afif tetap menyepak, memijak malah menumbuk tubuhnya tanpa henti. Semakin lama, Afif semakin naik gila sehinggakan dia membelasah lawannya itu sehingga lunyai dan pengsan. "Cukup, cukup. Berhenti, dah lunyai kau kerjakan", arah Tuan Fazri yang melihat keadaan perlawanan itu sebelum pengadil tadi menghentikan Afif dan menjauhknnya sebelum dia memeriksa pihak lawan. Setelah itu, pengadil pun memanggil Afif ke tengah bilik sebelum mengangkat tangan kanannya lalu mengumumkan kemenangan Afif. "Yarghhhhhhhhh", jerit Afif setelah mendengar keputusan itu lalu dia pun berlutut ke lantai. Tuan Fazri dan para pengawalnya yang ada di situ bertepuk tangan dan menyorak padanya. Setelah lawannya tadi sudah sedar, mereka berdua pun berdiri di hadapan tuan mereka. "Bagus, perlawanan yang baik. Tahniah pada Afif yang menjuarai perlawanan ini. Tak aku sangka yang kau mampu mengalahkan salah seorang pengawal terbaik aku, walaupun kau hanya pembantu rumah sahaja. Apa pun, janji yang aku berikan akan aku laksanakan", kata Tuan Fazri yang mengucapkan tahniah pada Afif lalu memanggil setiausaha dan membisikkan sesuatu. Setelah itu, setiausaha tersebut pun mulai mendekati Afif sambil membawa cincin perak kepadanya. "Ini adalah tanda perlantikan kau. Mulai hari ini, kau sah menjadi orang kanan baru aku yang sah", umum Tuan Fazri lalu disorak hebat oleh pengawal-pengawalnya di situ. Afif yang masih tidak percaya dengan kemenangannya itu pun menyarungkan cincin itu di jari manisnya sambil tertunduk dan tersenyum lega.

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Faris_Shah

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Afif has been in the hospital for a week after he was rescued from an abandoned building that day. The incident still haunts him even though he tried many times to forget it. Sometimes, he was carried away into a dream that made him delirious in his sleep. While he was sitting in the chair while staring out the window of the hospital room, he was a little surprised when the door of his room opened and someone he knew came in and approached him. "Eh, Faliq. Are you coming to see me?", greeted Afif when he saw his work colleague there as he tried to get up to greet him. "Eh, Afif, there's no need to bother getting up. You just sit there, you're still hurt, rest enough", he replied while holding Afif from getting up. "Are you okay? Are our other friends okay? Is our master okay?", question after question was thrown by Afif. "Everything is okay, you don't need to worry", replied Faliq and he sat on the small sofa there. Before Afif said more, Faliq interrupted, "I came today because our master instructed me. Today you will leave the ward, right? So, he told me to pick you up". "Go back? Go back to where? The mansion is badly damaged". "It's like you don't know who our master is. There is other mansion in Malaysia. But, this mansion is far away, it's safe because the highly security", then Faliq got up when the doctor that treating Afif entered the room to discuss follow-up treatment for him. After they got the ward discharge letter, Faliq helped Afif pack his things and clothes before they moved out to the car that was already waiting for them. It took a while to get to the new mansion, around one to two hours before they arrived there. Afif was fascinated to see the atmosphere around the house which was full of green trees and surrounded by hills. In fact, the mansion was being highly guarded by several guards on each of the fence walls. "Today, you rest enough in the room. Move less. Oh yes, Tuan Fazri wants to see you tomorrow morning. Okay? I'll go now", said Faliq before he walked towards the door. "Thank you, Faliq", Afif said a little loudly and Faliq smiled while nodding his head before closing the door.

The next morning, Afif was ready to dress up, wearing a white office shirt and 'black slacks' like the maid. Not long after, there was a knock on the door of his room and two of Sir Fazri's bodyguards were already standing outside the door before they walked towards their master's room. "Afif, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing? Are you completely healthy?", greeted Sir Fazri who saw Afif walking into his room. "Good, sir. I am okay, sir", he replied as he saw several of his bodyguards standing around the room while someone fully dressed in black was standing in front of his master. "That's good. The purpose of calling you here is for me to thank you very much because you helped save my life before. I really praise you for your courage and I'm saddened by what have you faced before. So as thanks to me, I chose you as a candidate for the appointment of my new right-hand man. As you two can see, only you two are worthy candidates. So, you two will fight in the wrestling ring this evening and the winners will be chosen to be by my side", said Sir Fazri, making Afif a little surprised. He appreciates the offer but to fight with my opponent who is so tough makes him hesitant. "Now, both of you just prepare yourselves. At three o'clock this afternoon, the match will begin", their master directed again, and they nodded in understanding before leaving the room. "Weh, Arif. What were Sir Fazri talking about earlier?", asked Faliq who entered Arif's room carrying lunch. Then, Arif told everything to Faliq which made him quite surprised. "Seriously? Never before has any of his maids been promoted like that. Usually the appointment is between candidates from among his bodyguards", said Faliq who was still surprised. "Yes... I was surprised too", he answered because he felt nervous thinking about his match later in the evening. Seeing Afif like that, Faliq patted him on the shoulder and gave him words of encouragement.

Time had passed quickly, after finishing the Zohor prayer, Afif was ready with a shirt and sports pants and was sitting on his bed. Not long after that, there was a knock on the door of his room and a guard came in and ordered him to go to Tuan Fazri's room. Afif nodded in understanding before following them there. "Yes, my best candidates have arrived. Before starting, he will explain the rules of the match", Sir Fazri said, pointing his finger at his secretary. After the rules were explained, they were both instructed to remove their clothes except for their underwear. With Afif only wearing tight white underwear, he moved to the middle of the room before all the guards gathered to form a circle around Afif and his opponent like a ring. "Alright, let's start now", said their master signaling the start of the match. Then, they started attacking each other before his opponent tried to punch him in the face, but Afif managed to dodge before he hit his opponent's leg so that he fell to the floor. 'Bukkk' 'bukkk' 'bukkk', punch after punch was fired at the hand of his opponent that managed to protect his head one after another. Then, his opponent pushed Afif's body to the side before pressing Afif's body and punching him many times. Afif, who did not have time to avoid it, could only resist being hit on his head while he tried to release his body. His head began to feel dizzy from the punch before one of the bodyguards appointed as the match referee separated them both and checked Afif's condition. Afif stood up again and stretched his sore body before the referee resumed the match. Afif saw his opponent starting to approach him and tried to kick but could be repelled by Afif. Then quickly, Afif locked both of his opponent's hands before, 'dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', he kneed his opponent's stomach several times until he fell to the floor. With the available opportunity, he continued to lock his neck and pull it up until his opponent was writhing in pain.

Afif tightened his lock again but his lanky opponent was able to stand up before he threw his body that still had Afif's lock on the floor making Afif howl in pain. Before he could try to get up, his opponent continued to jump before elbowing him right in the stomach. "Arghhhhhh uhukkk uhukkk", shouted Afif, choking because of his pain on stomach. Not with that, his opponent also sat on his head and his hands kept punching Afif's slightly bulging stomach. "Arghhh, let me go", he shouted while trying to push his opponent to the side but failed, even harder the punch he get. After that, his opponent got up and quickly stepped on Afif's chest and stomach until Afif writhed in pain. Afif held his opponent's leg so he wouldn't step on him again but he successfully pulled his leg before he knelt down and stepped on his face very hard before kicking Afif's chest and stomach again without stopping. Sir Fazri, who witnessed it, just remained silent on his chair, seeing Afif being beaten non-stop by his opponent. "Show me that you two are special to me, make sure my choice is right", Sir Fazri said to them, making his opponent even more excited, then he knelt down and wrapped around Afif's neck before locking him until Afif gasped because he couldn't breathe. Afif tried to punch, loosen his neck lock and even tried to stand but failed and his opponent also kneed his back several times making him scream in pain. After being tired and his hands starting to get tired, his opponent let go of Afif's neck and continued to stand up while stretching his body while Afif was still lying down while breathing heavily. Before Afif had time to regain his energy, his opponent continued to lay Afif prone before his underwear was stripped and torn then both of Afif's hands were pulled back and tied using the torn underwear. Afif tried to free himself but failed, and his head was punched several times. After that, his opponent kicked Afif's chest until he was on his back and then both of Afif's legs were lifted astride each other before, 'dukkk', a kick hit Afif's crotch, making him scream loudly. "Arghhh, it hurts. Let go of me, erghhh urghhh", shouted Afif holding back the pain when his cock and balls were kicked again. 'Dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', steps and kicks were released to his crotch without stopping, even Afif could not stop the kick because his hands and legs were blocked. 'Dukkk' "Arghhh" 'dukkk' "Erghhh" 'dukkk' "Ermmm", the sound of a kick interspersed with a loud scream from Afif broke the silence of his master's room that time.

For almost 10 minutes he was unable to do anything and just surrendered to his body being treated like that while being seen by the guards who only witnessed the scene. In a weak state, Afif saw his master through the gap in his opponent's crotch and could clearly see his master's disappointed expression, even several times his master shook his head while throwing pieces of cake on the plate with a little force with anger. When he saw his master like that, he was motivated to fight his opponent. Quickly, Afif blocked and grabbed the right leg of his opponent who was trying to step on his crotch and then he pulled him until his opponent fall before he elbowed his opponent's head until he fell to the side. With his crotch still sore, Afif stood up before he slammed into the body of that guard and, 'bukkk' 'bukkk' 'bukkk', punch after punch was applied to his opponent's head. His opponent tried to push Afif back but Afif managed to dodge and lock his opponent's neck for a moment. After that, Afif stood up and started kicking his opponent's chest and stomach non-stop. 'Dukkk' "Erghhh" 'dukkk' "Arghhh" 'dukkk' "Erghhh", his opponent struggled while trying to protect himself but Afif kept kicking, stomping and even punching his body non-stop. As time went on, Afif became more and more crazy as he beat his opponent until he was limp and passed out. "Enough, enough. Stop, he is done right now", said Sir Fazri who saw the state of the match before the referee stopped Afif and moved him away before he checked the opponent. After that, the referee called Afif to the middle of the room before raising his right hand and announcing Afif's victory. "Yarghhhhhhhhhh", shouted Afif after hearing that and he knelt on the floor. Sir Fazri and his guards who were there clapped and cheered for him. After his opponent was awake, they both stood in front of their master. "Good, a good match. Congratulations to Afif who won this match. I didn't think you could beat one of my best guards, even if you are only a maid. Whatever, I will fulfill the promise I made", said Sir Fazri who congratulated Afif then called the secretary and whispered something. After that, the secretary started approaching Afif while bringing him a silver ring. "This is a sign of your acceptance. Starting today, you are legally my new right-hand man", announced Sir Fazri and was cheered by his guards there. Afif who still couldn't believe his victory put the ring on his ring finger while bowing and smiling with relief.

M.N.A_97
Faris_Shah