FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 177 "On the Border"
*Nizami's Ibban
Know what happened after that. I don't know where they're from. Suddenly they were in the back of the car. Prosecute until a few turns of the road. Sometimes I feel strange because their pace is not like they want to overtake. When I slowed the pull of gas, their pace was suddenly slower. Until I was absolutely sure they were suspicious people who kept trying to follow me.
I'm on my way back to the boarding school. By bringing messages from mothers such as kiai and nyai mom asking about marriage instead of Rajab later. I used my friend who now switched professions to MUA as well as wedding organizer. Who used to join other perias, now he has officially become an owner since four years ago. I guess by renting a complete package there, it will be enough to enliven the ghost download event and reception at home.
I looked at the spy a few times. The motors are still going as slowly as any other vehicle. One of the drivers disappeared. There are two motorcycles that sometimes want to line up this car. But I'm not so worried. Instead I want to continue to monitor to what extent they will continue to follow. In a crowded place like this they can't harm me. So, several times I looked for a different path than usual, which would extend the length of my journey.
Which makes me a bit worried when I started out from the Banyuwangi region, after a few meters I passed the statue of a gandrung dancer which became the border between the Banyuwangi and Jember regions. This is where I went through the Gumitir line. The atmosphere changed drastically as soon as I drove alone on that smooth asphalt road. It was a very lonely coincidence. Even if there are, only a few motorcycles that overtake me at a higher speed. This path is quite long with winding terrain and terrible effects. I am used to carrying a car alone in and out of the Banyuwangi area through this route. But, when I found out the two bikes were still driving behind me, this feeling of anxiety grew. I can't let them overtake me, then block my path.
I screened this terrain at ninety kilo meters per hour. The speed would only drop to eighty-five as it went through turn after turn. The motor turns into a race. Wailing to scare me. The mystical effects of this path turned more gripping. In my heart I wish there would be no big car I would meet up ahead and I want this lane to be even more crowded. Why can I be this big? I refocused my view. If I daydream a little and watch the rearview too often, I could be wretched on the spot.
The roar of the motor sounded more and more contrived. His speed was winding even though he was not in the winding terrain. They're about to overtake. I added the gas pull. And, too bad one of them has managed to pick up my car. But, since the field turns to the right and he is on the left side, their pace slows down to avoid sharp turns or they will fall down there. The needle on the spedo points at the number one hundred and ten. It's a speed that I think is too fast to go through a field like this.
The noise from the motor was very disturbing. They're trying to derail my focus. I can be chased, then beaten on the spot. What are their problems with me and who are they? Since when do they ask me? I have no enemies or problems with anyone, except Ki Dalang. But, that patrem I have returned, then I should have been free of trouble with anyone. If I invite them to talk well, chances are that I'm a wretch. They are only men, who will only listen to the orders of his superiors. Never mind. Free-minded to ask for an explanation.
Both bikes managed to pull. The person sitting in the back seat shouted and threw a stone at my car glass. They look like thugs. Our pace continued side by side until five hundred meters later. We tried to get ahead of each other and eventually they were able to keep up. I kept trying not to let them overtake me and block my path. The motorbike on my right. They also fell. One of them was thrown far enough away. They swore. But, the biker on my left raged. Shouting is unclear. I used that opportunity to get gas. The noise of the motor was getting further and further away. They're not hunting me anymore.
About half a kilo later, it looks like my tires are in trouble. Like a sudden leak. I was covering on the edge near the tree. I went down to make sure. Once the rear tire on my right deflated. I accidentally saw something scattered. Takes part. I can confirm it's a sharp piece of aluminum. It's only natural that my tires can be deflated immediately. I think it's a trap. The aluminum is only scattered in a certain place. I'm going to my left. They no longer chase.
The road is still empty. Even if there is a passing it is just a motorbike that I cannot ride. I checked my watch, it's still nine in the morning. I'm calling Iman.
đ"See you please, yes. Sudden. My car's in Gumitir. Not far. Can I get you?"
đ"Look or how?"
đ"Because of aluminum."
đ"Sory, Mass. I have an event. It's on location from earlier."
đ"Oh, so. Yes already. Okay." Okay."
I looked to my left right and there was probably a vehicle I could ride. I didn't bring spare tires. The spare tire is also still damaged. I'll make sure the thugs stop hunting me once again. I'm afraid they're bringing more of their friends. But, it seems like they have already left. I can be more relieved while waiting for the vehicle to pass. Maybe it's better if I just ride on the bike. I had trouble finding a car through. I wave my hand when there is a motorbike with an empty seat. But, he ignored me. Appeared again, but the driver was female. Some motors appear from the opposite direction. About five minutes later, there was a young man driving slowly. I wish I could have boarded him.
"Mas, Mum?"
He was staring at his hape. Suddenly stopped right in front of me.
"Oh my God, sorry, Mom, sorry. Again look at hape."
"Yes yes. I can go to the workshop. People here, right?"
"Rhere people. But, I'm going to Jember, sir. Please if you want to hitchhike."
"But, the workshop is far from here, Mas. How's it? No problem?"
He's happy to help me.
"Thank you." I climbed the back seat.
"Sir, what's that car?"
"I don't have a spare tire. It leaked through aluminum shards. It's normal around here, huh, someone set a trap like this?"
"Know I don't, sir. You're not the guy here?"
"I'm Banyuwangi too. But only the next time I got caught in this trap. Later the workshop guy let it come here. It could be, yes. The jams are here. Make it hard."
Let's just hope my car is safe until I get back with the repair shop guy.