Bang Ojek I Love You
Push (in) Wind

"Well, didn't you, my mother kicked me?" Rizal tries to teach Ilana a lesson that keeps holding her arm. Fear was clearly on his face. Ilana's age is already twenty-eight, but the cute face she has makes anyone can not guess her age exactly.

"S—sorry, actually I'm just in the same condition. The parking incident really brought me down. Anyway, thanks? You were about to nolongin" Ilana's tone weakened. He took her hand off from Rizal's arm.

"But if you don't want to say no more, it's okay. Go ahead, you can go ... " Take a few steps back and return to where the car is parked.

'Got the heart to also leave this girl here' Rizal's mind while looking at Ilana who looks desperate. Rizal decides not to go, and walks to where Ilana is sitting.

"If you come with me first to get help, the car's locked down first."

"Is it safe here?" Ilana frowned.

"Faith, calm down. Some of us not long ago, in my village there is a workshop. My workshop brother I brought here," explained Rizal.

Ilana thought for a moment, before finally deciding to agree with the solution that Rizal gave. First he locked all the doors and windows, then immediately took place in the back seat of Rizal.

Rizal hugged Ilana towards his village which was about a kilometer from the bridge. From the rearview mirror his eyes noticed Ilana who kept rubbing her arms many times, it seemed that the woman was cold. Rizal felt bad, until finally he stopped his bike on the roadside then he gave a jacket attached to his body to wear Ilana.

"Now, put it on." Without further ado Rizal handed over the black jacket.

"Make me?" asked Ilana while pointing at herself.

"Pinjem doank, ntar if you're back," ketus Rizal, which was only responded to by the movement of the mouth of the muyong by Ilana.

Although his feelings are arrogant, Ilana finally wants to wear the jacket. Counting rather than catching a cold is not fun. Rizal turned back the gas and drove fast towards a house south of the T-junction, his home Kang Iman Workshop. A medium-sized house with a large terrace whose walls are blackened because of oil spurts looks empty.

"This is the workshop?"

"Yep—"

The sky that was just cloudy suddenly spilled rainwater without excuse.

Reflexes, Rizal's hand immediately pulled Ilana to take refuge in the terrace of Kang Iman who was none other than functioned to be a workshop.

"Where the hell? I knew the rain was not a shady shady, but even raised his head up," protested Rizal without turning to Ilana who was actually holding back tears.

"Sir, if there's anything with you, I don't want to be wronged. So don't be weird."

"Sorry," Ilana's raucous voice answered stammeringly.

Rizal doesn't try to figure out why Ilana's voice has turned raucous. He just went to the door of Kang Iman's house.

"Assalamu aleikum, Kang Iman."

On the third knock came a voice from within, before how long a man in his forties opened the door.

"Loh Rizal's? Kenape Zal malem-malem here? Your motor is breaking down again?"

"Lah no Kang, the new bike cook broke down. The old one has been sold," Rizal mince words.

"Who the hell?" Kang Iman pointed at Ilana with a movement of his head.

"Mbak, here. Speaking directly to Akang his workshop," call Rizal. Ilana turned her head, then walked towards the two people conversing. After introducing myself and explaining what happened, Kang Iman of course wanted and could overcome the problem of Ilana's car.

"But, Neng .. hmmm big rain. How about a little rain?" Kang Iman asked Ilana for her approval.

"Well, what else, Kang. If so, but I can't go to the bathroom?"

"By, Neng. Of course, it's my wife inside."

Kang Iman then drove Ilana inside, and told his wife to show Ilana the bathroom. However, not long after Kang Iman's wife came out of the house in a hurry, looking panicked.

"Anu, it's Zal. Temen you, he's vomiting. Pile again, don't-don't catch a cold yak?" Kang Iman's wife immediately shouted without noticing that Enyak Rizal had also joined the terrace.

"Wow," Rizal patted his forehead and immediately went to check on Ilana.

"Let's go, get aje!" Enyak's hand held Rizal, without the need for a second order Rizal immediately sat back and let the Enyak go inside with Ilana.

****

"Wow, his body is a cold gini dry. It must have caught a cold" Enyak said after examining the head and nape of Ilana.

"You haven't eaten yet, Neng?" ask Enyak to Ilana who is now lying in the long chair in front of the TV.

"Royana, make an angel tea? You got eucalyptus oil, don't you?"

"Teh angel's got, Mpok. But if the oil of the wind abis, the presence of cooking oil ... " Royana Kang Iman's wife answered the origin.

"Emangnye I want to fry salted fish? Pake nawarin cooking oil," Enyak protest.

Ilana actually wants to laugh at the strange chatter of the two people, but her head is too heavy to just singleness smile.

"The bell first, huh? Let Enyak tell Rizal to buyin eat ama, take eucalyptus oil?" Worthy of stroking Ilana's hair shoots gently, the sincerity of heart was clearly reflected in the way Enyak treated her. Although in his heart he did not want to trouble anyone, it seemed that it was an impossible thing to do now. His body was limp, his stomach ached, not to mention the headache made him even more helpless.

"Royana, pinjem blanket donk. Pity the winker's shirt gini, ntar he's cold."

'Oh****,' Ilana just remembered that from earlier she used a short white negligee that is actually not appropriate to be used outside the house. He was in a hurry to get out to eat, and did not expect that he would end up in this place.

****

Fifteen minutes later, Enyak has returned with a packet of spicy fried noodles and eucalyptus oil.

"Oh yes Neng, I forgot to know myself yet huh? It was playing nyelonong aja,"

"It's okay, Buk. I'm the one who doesn't feel good Buk, because it's already ngerepotin." Ilana is starting to feel better.

"Neng, this is food eaten first huh. If it doesn't end, it's okay. The important thing is that his stomach is filled first a little, then this same eucalyptus oil was bought by Rizal to refuse to catch a cold. Drink it, Neng. Let's get better,"

For a moment Ilana was stunned by Enyak and Rizal's concern for her, there was a feeling of shame and guilt slipping in when she saw the kindness the two people showed her.

"My name is Ilana, Buk. Just call me Lana," Ilana reached out her hand and shook her hands. The two stared at each other for a moment. It was worth realizing something was stored in Ilana's eyes. A longing with a gaping wound that has not been healed.