Healing
70. Putting Ego aside

Riding a motorcycle at night alone through a quiet street, only a few houses on the edge of the road with a distance apart, I deliberately speed up the speed of my motorbike. People who had visited the bonfire still enjoyed the show there, so the traffic on the road felt very quiet.

The sound of night animals flying from one branch to another makes the atmosphere of the road more sinister. I continued to stare at the street in front of me which was highlighted by the light of my motor light, not daring to stare to the side, even to glance to the right and to the left alone I did not dare.

Again I am stuck in a situation that I do not like because of Yoga, why I am so weak if I have to deal with it, why always I lose and obey his wishes. I tried to resist, trying to fight as much as I could. But still, in the end, I followed his wish again. I feel very weak.

Lucky my marriage only just counts the days, after that I will be free, because there is Bian, my husband who will always protect me and take care of me from Yoga maksa and the coachman.

I don't know why every time I remember Yoga it feels like my heart is full of anger, I don't want to deal with it anymore, I don't even see it. Men suck!.

Cket.ckek....

My bike suddenly stopped just in the middle of the road, fortunately the road was quiet and there were no other riders behind me, so as not to harm other riders, if there were other vehicles behind me, he said, I'm sure the vehicle hit my bike which suddenly stopped on its own.

What else is this, why did my bike suddenly die, but it was fine when the trip went to camp with Yoga, why is it that when I'm alone on this lonely road the bike crashes?. Today I am really apes, no vehicles have passed.

Finally I led my bike up to a few meters from the strike place, it seems I understand this area, near here there is a mosque that some time ago I stopped by with Bian to pray.

Luckily, breaking down near the mosque, I led my motorbike into the courtyard of the mosque, which is almost 10 p.m., so the lights inside the mosque were extinguished, only the lights in the mosque are lit.

I parked my motorbike in front of the mosque, and I sat on the stairs to the mosque foyer, indeed this mosque has many stairs if you want to enter it, because of the position of the mosque building which is in the cliff area.

The highway is between two high cliffs, and this mosque is built on the side of the highway, the mosque courtyard is below, the mosque is located, while entering the mosque must climb a few stairs first.

I took my phone out of my jacket pocket, fortunately I was wearing a thick jacket so I didn't get cold. I originally intended to contact my mom or dad, but it turns out that since my message has not been read by them, their phone was not active when I tried to call.

Do I have to call Bian?, I intend not to tell Bian if I go back to camp tonight, but the bike breaks down, if not to Bian, instead, want to ask for help who else is late at night, in a place far enough from the city center.

My phone battery is only 10%, I have to rush to contact Bian before my HP dies completely, finally I call Bian directly, fearing if sending a message Bian did not hear because he was asleep. But already 4 times I made a phone call, Bian did not also pick up his phone, is it possible that Bian really has slept?.

Fearing that my cell phone battery ran out, I finally sent a message to Bian, telling him that I was at the mosque where we stopped for prayer yesterday, because my bike broke down after coming from Shaka camp. I don't know what time Bian will read it, the important thing is that I told him I needed help.

And sure enough, my phone's battery ran out and I can't call anyone anymore.

The night was getting late, the atmosphere was getting quieter, I deliberately went down and stood on the side of the road, I hoped there was a vehicle passing by and I could ask for help, however, from several vehicles passing by, no one wants to stop.

I remember the house of the fathers who yesterday asked Bian for help when his daughter was about to give birth, not too far from here, and I went to his house, knocking on the door of the house that was pitch black, and I came, because all the lights went out. Strange as it may seem, why none of the lights are on, when there should be a baby in the house, and there should be a light on, at least in the nursery. But this one house all the lights went out. How quaint.

Or maybe they are all still in the hospital, because the process of giving birth was only yesterday, yes it could be that all residents of this house are still in the hospital.

I tried to circulate my gaze, the other house was far enough away from here, and I did not dare to walk any further, the night was getting darker probably because it was raining soon, because the occasional glint of the sky is visible. The atmosphere was very quiet, and I did not dare to wander around in a foreign place alone.

I decided to go back to the mosque, my bike is still parked there, maybe by asking for help on passing vehicles, who knows if anyone wants to stop, I can't possibly stay in this place until morning, I have to go home because I have to work tomorrow.

Now it may be 11 pm, because since the strike I have been standing long enough on the side of the road in front of the mosque. The less vehicles that pass, because this road in the countryside is quite far from the city center, especially it is night, maybe people have slept well in their homes.

Tired of standing, I finally stepped aside and sat on the stairs to the mosque next to my motorcycle. Maybe tonight I will sleep in this mosque, fortunately I wear a thick jacket so that my body is not too cold.

I rested my head on my knees which I bent up. It felt tired, lemes, thirsty, and hungry, all mixed into one, making my drowsiness disappear.

My head felt so throbbing, dizzy in the back, and my legs felt sore. " Did I just go upstairs and sleep inside the mosque?". Yes that's what I think.

But as I stood about to go upstairs to enter the mosque, a white Alphard car I had seen heading towards the campground came into the courtyard of the mosque and the light of its headlights shot towards me. It made me look back to find out who was in it.

Yoga....

He got out of the car, walked towards me with the headlights of the car that highlighted his body that was high burly, from his body as if emitting light, looking like an angel walking towards me. Yoga was standing right in front of me who was still speechless looking at the aura of Yoga that was radiating at this moment.

" Why not call me if your bike is broken?, do you hate me so much that you would rather stay here than come home with me?".

The question of Yoga made me realize from my daydream that was imagining Yoga like a helper angel.

" I..., my phone is off" I said, taking my phone out of my pants pocket and showing Yoga that my HP battery had run out to make it more convincing, because my phone battery had run out.

I have no intention of asking Yoga for help. Prestigious dong I asked for his help.

" So when my driver was about to pick me up, he saw you were on the side of the road and stopped a passing vehicle, but he kept walking because he wanted to pick me up first, seeing what you were doing right now, looks like you've been here a long time".

Hearing the words Yoga I so look into my own body, "look from my body..., indeed how does this body look?, does it look so weak?, or what?", my mind.

" Not to worry, come home with me, just calm down we are not just the two of you, there is also my driver inside, there is also a glutinous milk and serabi that I bought at the camp. Looks like you're hungry because you haven't had dinner yet", guess Yoga.

" Tomorrow I'll have my men fix your bike and drive you to Ra's house, so your bike will stay here".

Yoga can know my condition, if I have not eaten. And he's willing to help me fix my broken bike.

I can't resist, even though my ego forbids me from going with Yoga, but my sane brain can still be used to think clearly. I must be able to put aside my ego, in order to go home and eat, I am currently in an emergency situation, and there is no need to raise my ego.

I nodded, and walked into Yoga's car as Yoga opened the back door of his car.

I thought he would use this opportunity to sit next to me, but instead he came in and sat in the front seat with the driver. And handed the food he had bought to me.

" Eat while warm, and this is ginger milk, drink let a little warmth" said Yoga while handing over the plastic water containing ginger milk is still warm.

I took everything and ate it right away because I was so hungry and dizzy.

After eating serabi and glutinous milk, also drinking ginger milk I immediately felt full, and my drowsiness I felt again, and I could no longer bear it.

I just kept quiet and listened to the Yoga conversation with the driver . From their conversations it seems like Yoga drivers are people who know quite a lot about Yoga, because they keep talking like a friend, not like the boss and driver.

Gradually their voices I could not hear anymore, because it turned out I could no longer endure my drowsiness and fell asleep in the Yoga car.