NOT PERPETRATORS
Practicing Driving a Car

Ever felt the loss? It's like .. releasing something that the heart doesn't want to let go of. Whatever the feeling is, I have to let it go. No matter how far my hand wants to touch it, it won't happen again. I hate to lose, let alone something I love so much, like my little hero, Arka.

***

The morning was happy. With birds dancing in the ears. It arouses the spirit of the sleeping man, to continue his beautiful days. Leave yesterday, without forgetting.

Doesn't paper filled with graffiti not have to be removed or torn? We just need to open a new sheet. Fill it with better writing. With uncertain numbers. Because our calculations are not always accurate according to God's calculations. That is age. Keep filling the days, no matter how our burdens are tested. To be sure, God never tested beyond the limits of His servant's ability. Stay Istiqomah and positive thinking.

My phone's ringing. These eyelids pop open, directing the two balls of my eyes fixed on the clock that stood firmly on the table beside the bed. Which time shows at five o'clock in the morning.

My hand grabbed the phone from the nightstand. A call kept ringing. I pressed the green button on the screen.

"Hello."

"Good morning, dear." The voice across the phone.

"Good morning too."

"Are you just up?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I want to take you for a walk today."

"What ... You're not going to the hospital?"

"Today I'm on leave."

"Where are we going for a walk?"

"Secret."

"OKs. What time do you pick me up?"

"at seven."

"Hm .. fine."

"Bye, my dear ...."

"Bye too."

When he finished talking, Dimas hung up. Tumben Dimas took me away early in the morning. Usually at eight. It's seven o'clock, what's up, huh? He always makes surprises.

I got out of bed, leaving behind Fania who was still asleep. I take a towel and shower.

***

At seven, Dimas really picked me up. My mother and father accompanied Dimas to sit and talk in the living room. As for me who just finished cooking, immediately change clothes and get ready to leave.

After tidy, I woke Fania up. I told him I was going with Dimas.

"Hm .. go."

Fania is sleeping again. Fania Basic. He's still a slacker. I took the bag, and then I got out of the room. Then Dimas and I took a break to leave.

***

In the car, I was still wondering to Dimas, where would he take me?

"I'd like to take you to practice driving a car."

"Are you serious? But I'm scared."

"I'm sure you can" he said convincingly.

"No. I don't want to."

"Oh, comeon?"

"No."

Dimas took me to a place. The streets are quiet and far from public transport. Then he stopped the car.

"Sit down here. I'm going down," he said.

"In, I'm scared."

"Then get on my lap."

"Gee! Don't want to."

Get out of the car and open the left door. He asked me to change positions.

"No. I fear. Not want!" I still refuse.

However, Dimas carried my body forcefully and led me to the steering wheel.

"Down me! Hey!"

Dimas sat me behind the steering wheel. Then he closed the door and himself came in, and sat down next to me.

"Dimas, I can't."

"I'll teach you. Relax, the streets here are deserted. You can practice driving safely. In fact, we can do things other than drive" he said, winking.

"Ish, don't fuck around."

Dimas put a seat belt on my body. Then I pointed both hands to hold the steering wheel.

"Put one hand here, the other here." Dimas put my left hand in the direction of nine and my right hand in the direction of three.

Dimas explained, that the right hand position is very important, to anticipate in the event of emergency things, such as accidents. So that the head and chest do not hit the steering wheel, he said.

"Because this is a matic car, then you have to step on the brakes first. Come on, put your right foot on the brake" he ordered.

"Which one?" I don't know at all which one is the brake.

"This one?" ask me while putting my right foot on the brake pedal carefully.

"Later if you release the brakes, then the car will automatically run. It is different from a manual car. So, if you want to speed up, you just tread on the gas pedal carefully."

I listened to Dimas' briefing seriously.

"Do you understand, dear."

I'm nodding. Slowly forward the car according to the instructions from Dimas. Although it was shaking at first, but for a long time I could.

"You're great, honey. I admire you even more" he said, kissing my left cheek.

And it took me by surprise and put the brakes on the car suddenly with my left foot.

Sett!

Our bodies were a little shaken.

"Hm .. don't use your left foot, honey. Let your left leg be still. All you use is your right foot. Because if you brake with your left foot, then the result will be like that."

I tried to drive the car again, then braked with my right foot. Is correct. The procedure is like that. It is better to use the right foot to brake gently.

"Well, like that, honey." Dimas tried to kiss me on the cheek again, but I held his mouth with my hand.

"Later I can't concentrate" I said.

"alright. Let's continue the exercise. After marriage, I'll buy you a new car."

Hearing Dimas say that, I remembered my car that was still sitting in my garage.

"In."

"Hm ...."

"Juice be honest."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Did you send the car on my 25th birthday?"

"Why is that?"

"Jawab it."

"Em .. yes."

Dimas finally admitted it.

"Do you like it?" tanyakanya.

"I like it, but .. The car reminds me of Arka. He was so happy the first time he walked in that car" I replied sadly.

"Then just sell it. I'll buy you a new car, but later, after we get married."

"What about my house?"

"You can sell that house, too. Isn't ... we're going to live together in my house?"

"The house had so many wonderful memories that it contained about Arka. Actually ... unfortunately also if the house must be sold. Sometimes I can visit him, just remembering the good times with Arka," I said.

"What if it's given to your parents?"

That seems like a good idea. Maybe Dimas was right. I'll talk about this later with my mom and dad.

***

After being satisfied to walk around like a date, Dimas drove me home at three in the afternoon. Arriving in front of the house, we saw Rudi's car parked in front of the house. We got out of the car too.

Just as we were about to enter, suddenly Fania and Rudi came out of the house. I smiled happily at Fania's happy face.

"Ciyeee? Is there anything, huh?" my God to those who seem compatible.

"What chadian? Rudi still hasn't given me an answer," Fania said pouting.

"So you're the one who shot first?" I asked while smiling amusedly at Fania.

Fania pursed her lips, then pinched my arm.

"That's right. Fania shot me," Rudi replied with a laugh.

"Basic, so aggressive!" dimas Cibir.

"Wildamah! Instead of being kept in the water, make a swipe," said Fania while bowing in shame.

Fania and Dimas stared for a moment. They both look awkward. I understand their feelings. No one thought they were sisters from different mothers. The two suddenly flinched for a moment.

"Yes, already. Go there, Brother Fania," said Dimas, throwing a smile.

Fania raised her face, looking at Dimas shocked by what she heard. "What did you call me?" ask Fania not to believe it.

"Ah, stop. I'm going home." Dimas suddenly kissed me on the cheek in front of Fania and Rudi. "Bye, sweetie." Then move on to his car.

"Hey! You make me jealous. Basic, sister rese!" funnier Fania.

Dimas stopped his steps and turned to look at Fania. "No pickpocket!" he said, laughing, then getting into his car.

"Hey! Durhaka's sister! What did you say? Damn you!" exclaim Fania with annoyance.

How nice to see Dimas and Fania who had a little showing the aroma of family. Although in such a way, but this is a sign, that they have begun to accept each other's reality.

"Fania, why did Dimas say that to you? What ... Have you ever pickpocketed?" ask Rudi while laughing.

"Rudi, you're the same. It sucks!" gerutu Fania was upset.

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