Colorless Rainbow
PWT #Episode 90
Without thinking long Lucas hurriedly pressed the number that Alvi gave, and the number according to the words he was the taxi driver number that took Jiara away from his office. "Hopefully this guy knows where Jiara is going" Lucas murmured. He immediately pressed the number he had typed on his phone.
"Halloh," said the taxi driver behind the phone.
"What father are you a taxi driver with license plate number Ab 1111 MJ?' asked Lucas in a voice trying to calm down.
"Oh yes it's my operational car Mas, is there anything I can help you with, or maybe I made a mistake?" ask the driver back with a tone that already looks not calm.
"It's not the fault sir, I just want to ask if the father, took a long hijab female passenger in salem color in front of THE KING OIL office?"
"Yes I was carrying the passenger, if you may know what is necessary?" ask the taxi driver who he is also curious about what his interlocutor will ask.
"Where is your father?" may I go to my office, later I will pay double of father's income today, a bonus for the time the father has been deigned to come in my office.
"I'd really like Mas to come to the Masnya office, but I'm still out of town myself, I just delivered the woman that Mas said." Maybe today is the driver's luck, after bringing Jiara to get around, and the fare given is quite large, he said, and in the evening he was also on the phone by a stranger who seemed to be money to meet him, but the payment received was very tempting, but unfortunately he himself was new on a trip to Jakarta, Jakarta, which is quite far away.
"wait around. This is where you just drove that woman?" asked Lucas enthusiastically. His chest was more relieved, not as golden as before and it was a sign that he would know where Jiara was.
"Bantan Mas City, by the way what is it?" ask the driver who looks from the interlocutor if very anxious.
"Sir, please share the location where the father is currently located, and I will go there, and please you will show the location of the woman down. For the pay don't worry I'll pay many times over with the woman paying." Lucas looked very happy, because he could tell where Jiara was going.
But a second later his happiness was gone. Now Lucas was confused why he could be as anxious as his secretary thought. Something he certainly never felt.
"What is this thing called love? Why am I so worried about this woman." Lucas was again pensive to think about his feelings, coinciding with the message of the taxi driver who drove Jiara. Lucas thought back on his decision long enough.
"Will Jiara have no thoughts if I catch up with her? But how is he doing right now, is he okay or is he in trouble?" Lucas returned to his dilemma with his plan. Let Jiara's affairs think the most important thing I followed her, whether my feelings are not calm if I do not know directly her condition," added Lucas, the man got up from his proud seat and was about to catch up with Jiara.
Her conscience tells her Jiara is not okay. Although Jiaraa and Lucas met by accident, and their meeting was not even two months old, Lucas knew the woman, and he also seems to be very knowledgeable about his nature. And this time, he saw that it wasn't Jiara that he knew, and usually when people acted differently it was because something happened to him, and this is what Lucas was afraid of, and find out the cause.
The vehicle that Lucas was riding on split the streets that were getting quieter, even the clothes attached to Lucas' body were still complete, namely work clothes, without being left in Lucas' mind if he had to replace them. In her brain was just Jiara.
Throughout the journey Lucas was always enveloped with a very uneasy feeling but somehow, even to rest his body Lucas could not. His eyes were blank thinking of Jiara.
Due to their arrival is still too early, and the cottage located at the end of the village was still quiet Lucas and the driver waiting in the car, and the, and the taxi that delivered Lucas was back again to continue the journey to return to Jakarta, of course after Lucas gave his wages that did not playfully give the bonus.
After the sun opened his golden light, Lucas woke up to the reflection of the light that hit the glass of his car. Lucas hastily finds out where Jiara is. After wondering how many students Lucas was directed to meet Abah the owner of the boarding school.
Lucas is more confused why it seems Jiara is also not in that place. "Is it possible that last night's taxi driver was lying? Then if I lie what's in it, I have the phone number, the business will be more complicated if you dare to lie to me," gerundel Lucas, but no doubt his feet follow what santri said. He headed for a simple house in the defense of a fairly large cottage and many of his students, who studied in this place.
Lucas walked down the path and searched the house according to what the santri said he had asked.
"Ah this seems to be the house that the owner of the boarding house means, and Lucas also knocked on the door many times.
"Is there a way that the person doesn't exist?" inner Lucas but he did not give up, again knocking on the door of the house made of bamboo cubicles.
This was the first time Lucas had come to this kind of neighborhood, before he had never visited such places. The places he visited were luxurious places that were intended for the upper class, but in order to find the existence of Jiara the man was willing to visit this kind of place.
Geck... Geck... Tok...
I don't know if this knocked on the door a few times. It was not long before the appearance of Islamic men appeared and maybe half a century or even more.
"Who's looking for ya?" ask the owner of the house kindly.
"Is this the ponndok owner's house up front?" asked Lucas back, as his hand pointed to the cottage building.
"Oh, I'm on my own, what's the need, son?" ask the middle-aged man called Abah. Especially the man he faced, looking neat with a shirt suit and work clothes look handsome and not a citizen here.
"Alhamdulillah finally met as well" Lucas chanted in a voice that was certainly clearly heard by the man who was right in front of him.