Aqidah Love
Looking Taxi?

After saying goodbye to the mother to find a taxi on the big road, Fatiya walked a little hastily down the streets of the village which was quite quiet because the villagers chose to stay indoors while watching television, rather than having to leave the house. Because outside, the soft speck of rain water began to fall and make the air in the city of flowers become increasingly cold.

Fatiya seemed to ignore all that, he continued to walk towards the big road in order to get a taxi that would take him with his mother, leaving the village where the family of the deceased father, he did not want the presence of his father and mother.

'I have to be faster, the drizzle is getting bigger, ' Inner Fatiya. The girl then sped up her pace, she ran small so that she could get to the highway that was clearly visible and then passed the vehicle from where she stood at this time.

Just past the village gate, a minibus car, stopped right in front of Fatiya. A burly man came down from the back of the car and approached Fatiya without closing the door.

"Follow us!" force the man about forty years old violently and drag the arm of Fatiya.

"No, I don't want to!" fatiya screams, but alas, the girl's screams were swallowed up by the crowded traffic crowd.

Even the motorists who passed by on the highway, no one will see the incident because behind Fatiya, a Jeep car patted Bu Saidah's daughter, he said, so that Fatiya's current position is blocked by two cars.

"Lake in!" snapped the man, after successfully dragging Fatiya's body which continued to wriggle and try to escape. The burly man carried Fatiya towards the open car door.

Fatiya kept trying her hardest to break away, she did not want to get into the foreign car.

"Hurry, Cep! There's a cop!" exclaimed the mini bus driver to his friend who was still gripping Fatiya's arm very firmly.

"Sick, release!" fatiya groaned whose arms were in pain due to the strong grip of the male whose arms were filled with the image of a dragon snake.

The burly man immediately lifted Fatiya's body and forcefully put the hijab girl into the car, she who was called Cecep did not care even though Fatiya continued to thrash and moan in pain.

Fatiya's slender body, in hempas just above the car seat, to make Fatiya complain.

"Okay, sick ...," replied Fatiya.

The burly man, called Cecep, immediately closed the car door after sitting next to Fatiya. "Shut up, or I'll rape you here!" threatening Cecep that made Fatiya shrivel and immediately froze in his seat.

The minibus driver, apparently gave way to the Jeep car that was behind Fatiya to walk first. After the Jeep car drove, the minibus car carrying Fatiya followed behind him.

A motor sport looks out of the village road and follows the two cars by taking a safe distance.

Just as the motorcade of two vehicles and a motorbike was traveling to the left, from the right of the road, the car driven by Malik turned to the village where the late Fatiya father's house was located.

"Bang Malik is sure, this is his village?" ask Daddy Rehan who doubts the GMap app that Malik follows.

"Related, Dad. Earlier in front of the gate, there was the street name and it was in accordance with the street name at the second address in Fafa's self-data," Malik replied as he continued to drive his luxury car slowly, stranding on the village road. The young man looked to his right and left to look for the house number.

The voice in GMap said that they had reached their destination, when Malik's car was right in front of the yard of a simple house.

"It looks like this, Dad," Malik said as he opened the window, he turned his head out to observe the number of houses on the walls of the modest house.

"Yes, Dad. That one, number seventeen," continued Malik while pointing towards the right side.

"Yes, just go to the page, Bang," said Daddy Rehan.

Malik then deflected the car and parked it right in the yard of the house, the father and son then immediately got out of the car.

A middle-aged woman who thought that the sound of the car coming was a taxi that would take her and the princess away from the house that once scratched the bitter memories of a dozen years ago, walk to the terrace.

Bu Saidah frowned, when he found two foreign men with almost the same posture, with almost the same face shape, only the age of the two is different, already standing in front of him.

"Sorry, find who, huh?" said Bu Saidah, hiding his surprise.

The feeling of the middle-aged woman who had that shady gaze, had suddenly become uneasy. Bu Saidah circulated a glance towards the village road, sweeping to the left and to the right.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am," said Salam Malik, starting before he asked his purpose to come to the house.

"Sorry, Mom. Is that right, this is Fatiya's house?" malik asked politely, while the daddy standing beside him smiled kindly at Bu Saidah.

Bu Saidah seemed hesitant to answer, but seeing the courtesy of the handsome young man who asked, as well as the friendliness of the smile of the adult man who seemed to be the father of the young man, Bu Saidah decided to answer honestly.

"Yes, right. I'm his mother." Ma'am Saidah returned Daddy Rehan's friendly smile.

"Sorry, who are you, huh? And, what's the need, to find Fatiya?" ask Bu Saidah.

"Sorry, Mother. Can we talk while we sit?" pinta Daddy Rehan politely, pointing to a wooden bench on the porch of the house.

"Oh, yes. Please." Saidah then immediately led her guest to sit down.

"We're from Jakarta, Mom. Deliberately came here to look for Fatiya" said Daddy Rehan, after he sat down in front of Bu Saidah.

"Actually it wasn't us who were looking for Fafa, but my nephew," continued Daddy Rehan, who made Bu Saidah wince deeply.

'He knew Fafa's nickname, meaning they already knew Fafa. Who is it, them?' ask Ma'am Saidah in my heart. His gaze scanned both of his guests.

"But baby, on the way back in the afternoon, my nephew had a traffic accident and he is currently being treated at a hospital in the city. He kept on being delirious about the name of his mother's daughter" said Daddy Rehan.

"Innalillahi, wainnailaihi raaji'uun, then how is the condition of the nephew, Mr? He's fine, right?" ask Saidah who seems worried.

"Sorry, Sir. What is the name of my nephew? What, is he Fafa's college friend?" ma'am Saidah asked.

"Akbar, my nephew is Akbar," replied Daddy Rehan in a clear voice.

Saidah's mother closed her mouth. "Oh my God, son Akbar was in an accident?" The middle-aged woman seemed to be in disbelief at the news she heard.

'Yes, maybe the father is right that Nak Akbar is his nephew. From their appearance, they both show that they come from family. They are also polite, just like Nak Akbar, ' muttered Bu Saidah, convincing themselves that the two guests are really Akbar family.

"Yes, Mom. Thank God there are no serious injuries on his body, it's just that until now Akbar has not been aware and continues to mention the name Fafa," replied Daddy Rehan, trying to convince.

Ms. Saidah appeared concerned, but the woman also looked anxious because the princess had not yet returned when she had almost half an hour Fatiya left home.

"Can we take Fafa to the hospital now, ma'am?" pinta Daddy Rehan's.

Bu Saidah was still silent, the woman looked more and more anxious while staring at the village road.

"If you doubt us, you can come, too" continued Daddy Rehan.

Saidah's mother shook her head. "Not that, sir. It's fine if you want to bring Fafa to visit Nak Akbar, but the problem is that my daughter from earlier looking for a taxi at the end of the road there has not returned, sir," replied Bu Saidah, worried.

"Where the drizzle is getting bigger, again," he added, whose gaze swept back towards the streets of the village, which was getting quieter.

"Searching taxis? Where are Fafa and Mom going?" asked Malik who had been silent listening to the talk of the daddy and his mother Fatiya.

"We're moving out of here, son. Fafa said at his new workplace there is an empty mess, tonight we plan to stay there, before tomorrow we look for rent," said Bu Saidah with teary eyes.

The woman seemed to show no hesitation in showing sorrow, knowing that her guest was Akbar's brother, whom she knew to be a good person.

"At the end of the road, right, ma'am?" malik asked, making sure while pointing when he came earlier.

Saidah nodded. "Yes, Son."

"So when we entered this village, we did not see any Fafa there, Mom," said Malik who immediately made Bu Saidah's body weak.

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