12 Badoets
Breech

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of adzan maghrib reverberating in the distance. The reddish sky led the sun to rest behind a green hill in the east. Some birds fly under the mega cloudy back to their nests.

Time is called 'surup'. Parents often advise not to travel in the surup. It is better to close the door and enter the house. Many myths are bad and relate to misfortune at the turn of the day and night.

Two matic motors move slowly under the shadow of a street light that has been turned on. The sky began to darken, when the motorbike in front seemed to be stumbling and then stopping in the field area, quite far from the residential area.

"Damn! Banana's leaking!" gerutu Angel realized the rear tire was not filled with wind at all.

"True old parents said. If the time of surup do not wander, just stay at home. A lot of apes," Wildan grumbled.

"Hold on. In front there is a residential area. Just gas your bike," said Nilla gave advice.

"Hey Wildan, it's time to prove your worth in this team." Angel smiled at Wildan who was driving next to him.

"Huh?" Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"Stop your bike. I-ka-rang!" Angel glared at Wildan.

Wildan pulled the bike over. Still with the question on his mind, Wildan got off the bike. While Nilla seemed to smile mischievously and still sitting quietly in the backseat.

"Now we change positions. Let me piggyback Nilla, you take care of the bike," Angel orders ketus.

Wildan sighed. He was riding a motorcycle that leaked the rear tire, while Angel is now in charge of piggybacking Nilla. Wildan's motor moves strange, megal-megol-like way of walking a goose while moving its tail.

"Kutunggu in the settlement of residents there yes," said Angel while pulling the gas motor deep. Nilla laughed neighing. The two girls leave Wildan alone stumbling through the lonely streets.

"Byeah, shit!" wildan's grumbling was upset.

The sky is starting to blacken. The air feels increasingly cold, the atmosphere around it is getting darker and quiet. Sometimes there are crickets. Wildan's nape began to creep. Is not surup is also a sacred time.

Many people say that the time of the euphrates is the time when demons roam. There is also a myth that says, if playing or being outside the house during and before night, it will be kidnapped under wewe. So many myths developed in the community, and some were believed by Wildan.

Although the motor motion is shuffled and difficult to control Wildan forced to pull the gas deeper. Being alone in a quiet foreign place frightened him. The breeze seemed to blow his open nape.

"Amitt's. Nuwun sewuu," Wildan said, honking several times.

Ten minutes later, Wildan arrived at a shophouse with the iron trellis door tightly shut. Angel and Nilla sat in the shophouse with a mocking smile.

"That's your face, really" Angel teased as Wildan parked the bike in front of him.

"Tomorrow again, believe the same old parents talk. If the surup is still in the house. Don't wander. Here's the ending," Wildan grumbled. He rubbed the sweat that soaked his forehead.

Suddenly a creaking sound was heard. The door opens from the inside. Iron trellises rubbing against the ceramic floor make a deafening sound.

A tall middle-aged man came out from inside the shophouse. He only wears white singlets and angry birds-looking color pants.

"Men in this area love to wear singlet," murmured Angel lirih. He remembered the flirtatious shop owner who had seduced him.

"Sorry, who are you?" ask the fat man who owns the shop.

"Ah, we just take a break sir," replied Wildan still rubbing his sweaty forehead.

"Our bike is leaking sir. Where's the nearest tire patch?" Wildan asked back.

The fat man did not answer. His face looks cynical. He went back inside the house. Wildan exchanged glances with Angel. Both are equally confused by the behavior of the owner of the shop.

"This shop is not on maps," muttered Nilla checking her phone.

"Why Sir?" ask Angel curious.

"This shop belongs to my uncle. He was old, his life was a kara. No wife's children" replied the fat man casually. Then he asked Wildan to get off his bike.

No more than fifteen minutes of motorcycle tires have been seen filled with wind. The fat man smiled with satisfaction at his work.

"Well, thank you very much sir" said Wildan sumringah.

"It's a good thing the tools for the tire patch are still here" said the fat man.

"Emm sorry Sir. The owner of this shophouse, where is Uncle Njenengan now?" ask Angel full search.

"There's inside. He's had a stroke. That's why the store closed. Already yes, you can continue the journey," said the fat man cynically after noticing Angel at a glance.

Nilla immediately approached Wildan and pinched the man's hand.

"What the hell?" Wildan grimaced in pain.

"Pretend to go to the toilet! Swab! Get that guy busy!" whispered Nilla with glaring eyes.

"Well? I'm not kebelet" Wildan replied in a whisper.

"Me and Angel want to check on the shop owner. Do you know what?" Nilla kept glaring. His eyes were protruding behind thick glasses. Wildan patted his own forehead, only to realize the intentions of Nilla and Angel.

"Emm, sir," cried Wildan to stop the steps of the fat man.

"What else is it? The tire patch is free. No need to pay," said the fat man squinting his eyes.

"Anu sir, this is. I'm kebelet e. Can I take the toilet? I don't usually poop. Remember the parents' message first. He said that every place was waiting, not to be careless," Wildan said as he clamped his thighs.

"Poddy. Yeah, got in there. Toilet in the back," orders fat man.

"I'm a coward sir, especially in a new place. Ask for help to deliver." Wildan whining.

"Basic, just troublesome. Swing around! Shucks!" snapped fat man. His face was pouting bent to hold back the annoyance.

Wildan tailed behind the fat man. Enter into a very spacious house for the size of the countryside. Less manicured granite floors, as well as the ceiling of the room with gypsum knickknacks that are actually beautiful to look at but unfortunately full of spider webs.

"This house is big, but not maintained" said the fat man. Although Wildan was silent, he seemed to be aware of the thoughts of his guest.

Passing through the living room, Wildan arrived at a living room with a large enough LED TV mounted on a dull white painted wall. Wildan's eyes were fixed on an elderly man sitting in a wheelchair facing the TV.

Men who look old, looking at moving pictures on TV. He looked over, looking at Wildan. His lips seemed to be moving strangely but no sound came out of his mouth. His right hand trembled, pointing at Wildan's face.

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