My Killer Lecturer's
Kidnaping

For a moment, I listened to Mom's message. My mom doesn't usually talk like that. Every day, my mother's attitude was mediocre when I said goodbye to work. But today, all of a sudden, my mother gave me a message to let her know, as soon as I arrived at work. Hmm, like I'm going to work out of town.

“Hey, why daydream, Brother?” reproof mama.

Mama's reprimand immediately disperse my daydream about the peculiarities of her attitude. “Eh, no way, Ma. Who is daydreaming.” I dodged.

“Hmm, Mama is your parents, there is no way you can lie so,” mama said, “you again have a problem, Kak?” ask mama again.

I threw my ass back on the couch. “Ndon't know, Ma. Today, Brother is very lazy to work,” I replied while leaning back on the back of the sofa.

“If lazy, mbok yes do not need to be forced, son. You can call your boss and ask for permission, ‘kan? Especially last night you stayed up. Maybe, you are soybean and need a break, sister,” said mama.

“Yes, Brother could have the same permission Mr. Diman, Ma. But, the problem is today Brother has already promised children to do learning outside,” I replied.

“Hmm, if so, Mama does not know what kind of solution to give, sister. I'm sorry, son. Because of Mama, you until the soy sauce like this,” said mom sitting next to me while stroking my hair.

“Mama what the hell, anyway? Don't apologize, either. It has become an obligation for Brother to help the task of Mama,” said I who always feel moved and want to cry if my mother has apologized. In fact, easing the work of parents is the obligation of me and Rayya as her children mama.

“Still yes, Brother. I am proud of you and your sister. Turns out, you guys are very proud kids. And Mama is grateful to have been blessed with two beautiful daughters who are always devoted to her parents,” said Mama at length.

I smiled and immediately leaned over to hug my mother. What a hug that always warms to me. As we were getting so warm with our feelings, I suddenly heard Rayya's screams from outside.

“Kak Chi! His online ojek has arrived, tuh!” rayya shouted as he saw a two-wheeled vehicle with a distinctive logo ojek online, stopping right in front of the fence.

“Iya, Deck! A minute!” I returned Rayya's screams from inside the house. “Then, Brother said yes, Ma,”, I said to mama.

Mama looks to nod. “Be careful on the road, Brother!” once again my mother told me. A look of anxiety flashed on his face.

“Iya, Ma!” I answered, grabbing my mom's hand and kissing my mom's right.

“Kak Chi, spout! Poor brother ojeknya waiting!” Rayya came back screaming.

Half-running, I went out to approach Rayya who had shouted continuously. “Anaan anyway, Dek? Onion!” grumbling irritated.

“Yeay, who else asked for a long time, ‘kan pity brother ojeknya wait a long time.” Rayya defended herself.

“Yes, 'Kan kudu said first Deck, same mama.” I don't want to lose to Rayya.

“Updah-udah, sana go gih! In the afternoon too, it is still a matter of debate,” said Rayya.

“Hehehe,..” I was just a crybaby as it passed away from the presence of Rayya.

Arriving outside the gate, my forehead frowned slightly when I saw the appearance of the older brother ojek. For a moment, I pulled out the phone to confirm the license plate on the back of his motorbike. Hmm the plate number is the same. But his face was like any other. Is it because it's covered in a mask? my inner.

“With Mbak Octora Resttyani?” asked the ojek brother who immediately disperse my daydream.

“Eh, yes .. true,” I replied. “It's the same Bang Indra Karnawan?” I asked back to make sure the ojek brother who came according to the name in the online ojek application that I ordered.

“Iya right, Ma'am,” replied the brother ojek.

“Kok is a bit different, huh?” my murmur which apparently can still be heard by the brother ojek.

“Times anyway, Ma'am,” tukas si brother ojek. “Oh, probably because you wear a mask too, so you don't recognize me. My face is real, Ma'am .. don't have to be afraid either. Here, I wear a mask because I have a heavy flu again, Ma'am,” said the older brother trying to convince me.

“Iya, no pa-pa, Bang,” I replied.

“We leave now, Ma'am?” ask the ojek brother again.

“You wear a helmet, Ma'am?” Ojek's brother offered me a helmet to keep me safe.

“Boleh, “ answered I grabbed the helmet outstretched from the hand of the brother ojek.

Shortly after, the ojek brother started the engine of the two-wheeled vehicle and drove it at medium speed.

All the way, we were silent. Maybe it's because I'm not in the mood to talk. Or also, because the ojek brother is not a person who likes to chat with his passengers.

After the motorbike went for several kilometers, I suddenly saw some people wearing Dishub clothes were arranging a slightly chaotic street.

“It looks like the streets are closed, Mbak,” said the brother ojek.

“So we can't get through here?” ask her.

“Looks like, so,” replied the brother ojek.

My forehead wrinkled. “But kok tumben closed, yes,” murmured that apparently can still be heard by the brother ojek.

“Once, there may be a traffic accident, Ma'am,” replied brother ojek.

I glanced at the watch. Time shows exactly 8 o'clock. Hmm, I'm already half an hour late, my inner self. “Do you know the nearest alternative road?” I asked Ojek's brother.

“Iya, Ma'am. I know,” replied brother ojek.

“Ya already, please take me through that line only, Bang,” my door without suspecting.

A moment later, the brother ojek turned around. He returned his vehicle through a mouse road that turned out to be quite quiet. After passing through a narrow alley, we arrived at a fairly wide road. It's just that, it's rare for vehicles to be seen passing by on this road.

Ciiit!

Suddenly a van stopped right in front of the motorcycle I was driving. Luckily, with sprightly brother ojek stepped on the motor brake.

“What the fuck is this?” exclaim brother ojek.

Some men came to us

“Quick down!” one of them ordered me.

“Get Mbak," whispered the brother ojek.

However, just as he was about to turn on his motor, a punch, right floated on his face. The motor loses balance and falls off.

“Aww!” I shrieked softly as the heavy object pressed down on one of my legs.

Not wanting to miss a chance, the four men dragged us to enter the parked van.

“Tolooong!” I cried out for help, hoping that someone would be our guardian angel. However, the condition of the streets are very quiet, making the criminals more free to move.

“Humph!”

Suddenly someone smothered my mouth and nose from behind. I've been trying to fight. However, the medicine I smelled from their handkerchief, was quite strong. So that made my consciousness slowly start to disappear. Apparently they gave dope to the handkerchief they used to smother me. A second later, I couldn't remember anything more.

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