Garden Benches
The Bumblebee

The Bumblebee

If faced with two choices, what would you use as a basis for making a choice? Hope or Memories?

“Ghiffaa! Waitaminute! Stop!”

Panicked, I turned my matic after the bumblebee that was speeding away on a lonely morning.

“Stop!” yells raucous.

“Ghifaaaa!”

Ciettt's.

“Awasss!”

Bruk!

Dugs.

I crashed on the sidewalk. A motorcycle hit the front of my bike until pushed over. My grip was shaky, detached and collapsed. I reflexively ejected, within seconds I tried the drop technique, trying to reduce any injuries that might occur.

“Arggh!”

My left shoulder became a falling spill, painful. Still had time to see the yellow sedan's tail slide across the road to the main line, I remember the number on the license plate of his car before it disappeared in the corner.

“Ghifaaaa!”

Rushing I tried to stand up, the biker who hit me approached with a riled face.

“Ma – af, Mas.”

A misty blush hooded girl awkwardly helped me stand up.

“Arggh!” it turned out that my left leg was a bit sprained, the impact that occurred was painful.

“Ma-af, Yes. I accidentally ...” said the girl stammered, fear emanating in the look on her face. While my eyes feel teary. 'Ghifa, what are they going to do to you, son? Who're they?'

“Sick yes, Mas? How to cry?” The girl kept my arm, glancing at him with one lotto. Immediately release his hand. I sat down on the sidewalk again, straightening my left leg. The streets are quiet, my heart is broken.

“Sorry..” 

The girl then ran to set up my motorbike which fell in a tilted position. Fortunately not dragged. 

“Sorry Mas, can still ride the motor, or.”.

The girl's voice stopped. I don't care, my mind's fucked. I took my salary in my pants pocket, and I quickly pressed Ardi's number.  The girl who bumped into me was still standing clumsily beside the motorbike and looking at me anxiously.

One time ring, connection connected.

“Ar, Ghi-ghi-fa kidnapped!” I said stutter, holding back sobs.

“What?” ardi's screams gripped my ears

“I got hit by a motor!”

My welcome while glancing towards the girl wearing a moca tod with matching t-shirts who was still bowed waiting.

“What? The gie? Where are you?” exclaim Ardi with a huffed tone.

Tuuttts

I disconnected the phone, then I shared the location where I was via whatsapp to nonor Ardi.

Then kuscroll contact number, search search one number, ‘Mas Lutfi’. My cousin works in the police. Not all families know in what part Mas Lutfi dabbled. All I know is that he takes off his uniform more often, so of course he's not in Traffic. And now it's only Lutfi in my mind to help find the bumblebee.

My chest feels very heavy, my breath is tight. I couldn't possibly chase without direction, my mind wandered thinking of Ghifa and Bik Nah who were in the yellow car that was now either going anywhere.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Gie, how are you doing?”

The voice across greeted with a voice full of dignity.

“Wa-a’lai-kum-salam, mas Lutfi..” I reply.

“Gie? You okay?” heard Mas Lutfi ask in a quick tone. I'm sure he feels like I'm in big trouble.

“To-long, Mass. Ghifaa kidnapped!”

“What? Gie?”

Tutt.

I disconnected the phone, and I got in touch by sending a message.

I can't take it anymore. My voice ran out to hold back the cries, no longer able to speak. And finally broke too. I don't care, I let my tears go. I wrote the message quickly.

“Mas, kok cry again.., what a pain mas, to the hospital only yes..”.

The girl crouched before me worriedly. But I didn't mind.

[Please, find a yellow Cevrolet sedan, Mas]

[Ghifaa brought the car with Bik Nah]

[Sheap! Relax Gie]

[Contact immediately!]

Kutergugu, sitting on the sidewalk, I buried my face on my knees. ‘Ghifa, Barrel. I don't know what those people want, what's wrong with Ghifa? Or, what's my fault with them?’

“Mas, Sorry ... yes ..” girl's voice sounded close. I looked up, and he was looking down at my face.  

“Mas want to go to the hospital? I will be in charge!” said quick.

“No.” Finally the first word I gave him. My shoulder feels a lot of pain when moved. In the meantime, I tried to go around the ankle, look for the side that might be painful, restore the muscles that might have been shocked. It feels mild, but the pain is still felt. I tried to get back on my feet, I kept my pain down.

“Mas, if it still hurts just sit.” Prevent the girl.

I'm silent. Not answering, because I was hit by him, I can no longer chase the bumblebee that took Ghifa somewhere. From the direction of the complex road seen young men gondrong drive his motorbike.

“Gie? What happened?” cerocos Ardi after parking his matic in the back of my bike.

Ardi checked my legs and my hands that I slightly hung.

“Ghi-fa, Ar ..”

“You said earlier..”

I'm nodding.

“I saw Ghifa and Bik Nah tapping on the glass from the car, when I wanted to follow her to your house. I-I'm su-dah trying to catch up. But instead got hit by him!” my story with a hoarse voice.

Ardi turned to look at the girl, then looked back at me.

“How is this? Who're they? You you? Well how it is, let me see your arm first!”

I rubbed my hair.

“We have to report to the police immediately, Gie!” said Ardi while touching the shoulder to the wrist. Then check my left leg which I let straight. A little bit he understood how to sort people who are kesleo.

“I told you the same Mas Lutfi. I had time to memorize the license plate number of his car.”

“Good! Now treat your wounds first, how can you stand right?” tanyanya while patting my feet.

I tried to stand up again, it was lighter than before when the beginning fell. My feet can already be up.

“Mas ..?”

“What?” ardi and I answered.

“I'm sorry, what can I help?”  from then on, the girl was still waiting.

I snort, want to be angry can't. The girl apologized and seemed to be preparing for punishment. Maybe he already knew the condition that was going on after hearing my conversation with Ardi. 

“You can bring this motor home, Gie?”

“My right hand is safe, I think I can. Ghifa, Ar..”

I wavered again, Ardi immediately grabbed me crouching and stroked my back. I'm fucked up, my mind's totally fucked up.

“We go home first, then we'll find Ghifa. Gie, you need to calm down!”

“I promised Laras to look after Ghifa, Ar. I promised her ... but,”

“Gie, listen to me! We'll bring back Ghifa, you have to be sure of that!” Ardi held my head with both hands, forcing me to stare at his two black eyeballs.

“You must be strong!” again Ardi said those words with great pressure. I breathed the length of my breath putting as much oxygen as I could into my chest, unraveling the burdensome and sipping.

“Mas ..” the voice of the girl again interrupts.

“What?” back me and Ardi turned towards him.

“I'll take the mas motor home. Mas can tell Masnya, I will follow from behind,” bargain the girl back.

“Alright then,” says Ardi.

“I'm really sorry, Mas.  I will help as much as I can,” said the girl again.

I just kept quiet. Ardi headed for his bike while holding me a little limped, then took the bike slowly after I sat perfectly in his bonbar. The girl followed from behind. Fortunately my bike was not troubled, only scratched and slightly cracked on the left wing. The engine is still running normally.

Sometimes I see my gaze in the middle of the journey, hoping to contact Lutfi mas.

Drrttt

Drrrtts

I pick up a quick, nameless number? There was a hoarse voice across.

“Do not report to the police, I borrow your son for a moment!”

Trowels.

Trowels.

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