Pickup Transportation
Section 302: Bus 404 (5)
Nola was shocked, she went back to the bus, she saw the surroundings, as soon as she raised her body to look forward, she was actually on the bus again, everyone he saw was strange, now in front of him, but strange, they did not try to harm Nola, they were just in front and staring at Nola simultaneously as soon as they saw Nola staring at them all.
Nola lowered her head back, she then looked back, dark. He ventured to run backwards, as Bobby and friends had before, they looked even more exhausted.
“Bobby ... we return to the bus again?” Nola hurriedly asked Bobby who looked shocked as well.
“Yes, we go through this almost every night. We made the wrong turn, or chose the wrong bridge.” Bobby speculated.
“Bob, why did we come back here, this does not make sense, we are on the bridge, trus fell, suddenly here?”
“Ya is strange, but we have to keep running to get the exit.”
“Bob, bewareh, we think first a way out, do not play run.” Nola tried to give an idea, so that all was not rash anymore like before.
“No way, we have to run as soon as the bus stops.”
“So the book will run again like last night?” Nola asked.
“Ya, so.” Bobby forced.
The bus stopped, Bobby held Nola's hand again as they ran just like yesterday, until arriving at the fork.
“Now we choose right, the way to right, this must be the right way.” Bobby's sure he's taking everyone running, Nola's kind of weird, but he's just running.
Then meeting the grandmothers and the little boy without eyes, they ran again after he passed, arriving at the bridge ....
“Bob, this is the bridge that was yesterday, anyways ... why do we turn right again anyway?” Nola protest.
“Cock turn right again, yesterday we were left turn Nola.”
“Burn? Are we going through the morning until night again? until you can define the previous time was yesterday?” Nola was upset because she remembered very well that they had turned right as well, not turned left.
“As for you, me and the others will cross the bridge to make sure that we will get out of this terrible place.”
The others follow Bobby to cross the bridge, Nola is silent, at the end of the bridge, he does not walk, he notices Bobby and the others, he is silent, he saw Bobby and the group had already walked over half the bridge, they should have fallen, if indeed this was back to the previous time, but they did not fall, Nola finally ventured to cross, and finally did not, he stepped his foot onto the bridge then ran after the others, as soon as they were almost there, ctas! The sound of the bridge's support rope breaking, the bridge collapsing and ....
Cut the rice in the fields
Ani-ani done it all
If it's time
Let's go home
Cut the rice in the fields
Ani-ani done it all
When the time comes
Let's go home
“Fuck, this song again.” Nola ran again to the back of the bus.
“Nol, yuk, get ready to go down again. Yesterday we failed, today must succeed.” Bobby is optimistic, as are Mita, Desi, Rendi and Rosi. While Nola was very tired, they did not even eat and drink at all, after all why Bobby always used the word yesterday, even though the incident they experienced was, just now, not yesterday! We never even see the morning! Yesterday was a time where we had gone through a full day.
“Come Nola.” Bobby held out a hand.
“This time, I lead the way.” Nola finally clasped Bobby's hand, twice before, he allowed Bobby to lead the way, this time Nola who would lead the way.
As usual, they would rest behind a very large tree, then continue their journey and finally find a fork.
“We to the right.” Bobby's going straight.
“We go left.” Nola.
“Barin already.”
“Brom what? we just got to Bob's right! Now to the left!” Nola pulls Bobby's hand, but Bobby hesitates, so Nola pulls him back because Bobby held back his steps.
“Bob, come on, we go left, we've been to the right twice.”
“Tadi what the hell? yesterday Nola! Just time you wrongly call, let alone the road, we have to the right ya.” Bobby was about to pull Nola's hand, but it was Nola who this time held her hand.
“Bob, trust me.” Nola was very sad, she was also confused, why was she the only one who realized that they were going the wrong way.
“You trust Nola or me?” Bobby let go of his grip.
“If the path that Bobby chose is right, that means, we will not be trapped again-guess on the bus.”
“That's because Bobby yesterday chose left Nola, now we choose right.”
“You guys do not want anyway if we just choose right, not yesterday, earlier, earlier.” Nola was very upset because these people were clueless.
“Oudah if you believe left, just go there yourself, we trust Bobby.” Rendi suddenly spoke, but she was the most silent and just went along.
“Gue fear of being alone ..” Nola surrendered.
“Yaudah, come.” Bobby finally reached out his hand again, while Nola did not dare to resist, she finally came along and returned to find the bridge, they crossed the bridge again and fell down ... back on the bus with another morning cut. Nola ran to the back, Bobby preparing to run away from the back door.
Once blurred, another incident, a fork, right, grandmother and granddaughter, then a bridge.
Continuing to repeat until Nola was completely tired, on falling back on the bus somehow, Nola chose to rest and finally fell asleep, she was completely exhausted.
...
“Pak, how?” Winda asked, the search party had all gone home, this was also almost magrib, this was the search day two.
“Nihil, we found nothing at all. Tomorrow we'll go back to cross-searching, changing the search area, because I haven't seen the sidebar yet, so I'll go there, we change the search location.”
Winda drowned, he had finally contacted Nola and Arif's parents, they were shocked and tomorrow they might go to campus asking about their missing sons and daughters.
“Pak, will Nola meet?” Linda asked again and again.
“Win, yes, we try to get them both to meet.” Parman promised again.
“Pak, this I see there is a missing person leaflet named Melat, she was missing from 2005, means until now she has never found dong?” Winda's crying.
“Have not thought of anything.” Parman then paid for the magrib prayer and asked Winda also to pray for his friend.
Winda eventually went to his faculty mushala, because the campus mosque was too far away.
He took ablution first and finally prayed.
After he finished his prayers he put on his shoes to get home, then there was someone who suddenly wanted to talk to him, a man.
“Winda yes?” The man asked and then introduced himself as Heru.
“Yes, what's up?” Winda asked.
“Can I speak for a moment?” Heru asked Winda to speak in the cafeteria, Willa agreed and they spoke in the corner of the cafeteria so they could talk in a relaxed and uninterrupted manner.
“Gini, I heard the story that your friend, Nola, is missing huh? it's been two days, right?” Heru asked.
“Iya has two days.” No wonder the news spread quickly, is this Heru a campus journalist who likes to find news? Winda has started to get upset if it is true that this is just a matter of wanting to find news.
“Lost how Win?” Heru asked again.
“Who are you? campus reporter huh?” Winda could not help but feel sorry because he was in a state of turmoil.
“Bu-not really. I am this .. relative of the missing person as well, his name ... Jasmine.” Heru endnay honest.
“You're Melati's relative, her name and picture are in the campus security guard's post, are you ready?”
“I am his nephew, my mother is his sister Aunt Melati.”
“Oh yes, because it happened in 2005, it has been a long time lost, so no wonder you are his nephew, what are you majoring in?” Winda asked.
“Public Health.”
“Her, indeed when the appointment was lost, what did it look like?” Willa was no longer pleasant-nonsense, she asked directly.
“Actually I can't tell you the details, but my mother always told me stories and remembered only from her side, so it could not be very accurate, but I will tell you, after that, after that, you tell me what happened to Nola ya.” Heru asked for a reward.
“Yes well, I'll tell you about Nola's disappearance. Now you start first yes.” Winda gave Heru a story.
“So, here's the story ..”
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Author's Note :
Tomorrow yes, goosebumps, no strong writing. There are a few times items fall in the kitchen, so stop first yes, tomorrow continue again.