Pickup Transportation
(Part 4: Alya)
“Bude, a real malem back home.” The time has shown ten o'clock at night, should be a schedule for passengers who look normal eyes only until half ten.
The middle-aged woman who carries a rattan basket as a container for her pecel trade is silent, she used to bring pecel vegetable sambal beans for sale around elementary school in the morning in Central Jakarta. The school which is Aditia's track, at six in the morning the woman who used to call Aditia Bude participated in the angkot to start selling, then went home at least at seven in the evening. Unlike today, at ten o'clock in the evening bude pecel sambel peanut, just joined the ride to go home.
Aditia stops her car suddenly, then looks back, making sure that bude pecel is human, not ‘they’ who used to ride in the middle of the night.
After being noticed there were no signs of torture in the body of bude pecel, his face was not pale and his eyes were not empty, it should be safe.
“Dit, Bude ask for help tomorrow pick up at five in the morning yes, later Bude pay more.” Aditia nodded and continued the journey, she could not explain, she was also confused because bude pecel looked calm and fine, Aditia difficult to describe, bude this who or what?
“Kiri, Dit.” Bude Pecel walk towards the exit, then stick his hand to the driver's door to pay, “ don't forget tomorrow pick up at 5 ya Dit, here.” bude pecel once again remind, <TAG1>, Aditia was silent looking at him, there was a strange air gushing into his nape, when receiving money, she felt bude pecel's hand was very cold, but this middle-aged woman was not ‘they’.
“Bude .... “ Not yet Aditia asked, bude pecel turned and left, Aditia wants to chase after him, but the vehicle behind the cargo has horns, understand this will be the roadside.
Aditia is young, she is not as talented as her father to classify them, the good, the bad. They are from the jinn, they are from among the spirits lost, they are others. Aditia is still confused, sometimes even still often fooled, but her sincere heart always makes her able to survive all sorts of danger. As his father said that asking for help to GUSTI ALLAH, must have survived. That's just a word that is always remembered, the words that became Aditia's reinforcement.
As at this time, Aditia was confused, should he obey the words of bude pecel whose type Aditia did not understand or ignore it.
Just as Aditia used to be confused and asked her father Mulyana, Aditia was about thirteen years old first grade of junior high school. That time in the afternoon, when Mr. Mulyana was going to leave for angkot after lunch break at home, Aditia said she wanted to come along, even though since the beginning of entering Junior High he had not followed his father to narik angkot, it was because there were too many school assignments until Aditia's energy was drained and could not afford to follow his father again. But this afternoon Aditia asked to come along, it was because there was an urgent question that she wanted to ask her father.
“Dad why has Marni been home lately?” Aditia the teenager asked.
“Marni? Who's that?” Mr. Mulyana is confused because there is no member of his family named Marni.
“That's loh Well, her hair is long, her clothes are dull white, her stomach is broad, her face is furrowed, her eyes are loose.” Aditia explained, the conversation is very extraordinary for us ordinary people, but very normal for this father and son.
“Oh the Marni, why is she doing it at home?”
“She likes to sit on the wall of our bathroom, trus ngeliatin we shower, shitting, or .... “ Before he finished hearing Aditia speak, Mr. Mulyana immediately called his wife after previously marginalizing the angkot.
[Mom, has Dita started menstruating?] Mr. Maulana said after the phone call was picked up.
[It's Dad, why?] Aditia's mother asked across the street.
[The company he used to take a bath, then teach how to clean menstrual blood as Dad taught to Mom, remember to accompany him, until he finished his period and understood well how to clean the blood of Menstru.] Mr. Mulyana looks riled up to his mother Aditia only able to say yes and well.
“Adit know, if our house is fenced by Dad?” Mr. Mulyana asked Aditia the teenager, after hanging up his cell phone.
“Yes, Dad made a protective line with special white water, in front of the house door so that they do not chase Adit.”
“Adit that I keep, even Dita who got hit,” Mr. Mulyana said.
“Dita? Indeed Dita why Dad?”
“Marni came along with Dita who was in a state of uncleanness, Dita was a child, how old was Dit? 12 Years, huh? but have menstruation, there are already circumstances where his body carries feces, inget what food demons and evil jinn?”
“Dirt and shit, Dad.”
“Smart, Dita is very fragrant for Marni Dit, so she hitchhiked on Dita's body and can pass through the guardrail that Dad made, so she can pass the fence, plus maybe Dita does not perfectly clean her menstrual blood in the bathroom or her body. That's why Marni made our bathroom her nest.”
“But Dad, why Adit can only see Mbak Marni malem doang pas malem adit kebelet peed. If morning, afternoon or evening, Adit never saw Mbak Marni, he if morning go home yes, Yah?” Aditia asked again.
“Adit ever chat with ‘they'?” Mr. Maulana smiled while still driving.
“No, Adit pretended not to see.”
“They fooled if Adit pretended?”
“There are cheats, some are not, maksa-maksa come, but Adit ran trus they went just as already on the deck Dad.”
“Why not chat?”
“Ngak ah, temen Adit likes to say Adit crazy, talking to himself, so Adit pretended not to see, let's like them, can not see also.” There was shame from his words.
“Adit smart, Adit must keep quiet when people ask why Adit talk to himself yes, just say singing or memorize schoolwork, later after adulthood Adit will understand.”
“Iya Dad, trus really Well, if Mbak Marni noon came home?” Aditia repeated the question.
“Adit know the difference between day and night?” Maulana asked again.
“Tau, if there is sun during the day when there is a moon.” Aditia answered.
“Whatever's brighter? By day or night.” Mr. Maulana asked again.
“Daddy dong, no afternoon there is sun, the sun is composed of high Hydrogen, that is diatomic gas that is very flammable, well at the center of the sun, the force of gravity is attractive .... “
“Ok, okay. I know that adit is very clever, I mean this. Adit inget kapa once said that we and ‘they’ like jinn, demons and lost spirits live in the same world, on the same earth, but in different frequencies.”
“Yes, I once said that we and ‘they live in the same world, but the frequency, the frequency is like that radio, Yah?”
“Well, Radio frequency. For example Adit wants to hear A radio broadcast, then you will go to Frequency from radio A, so that it can listen to the broadcast that Adit wants, really not?”
“Iya, so Dad. Usually the address of the radio frequency we want to hear is marked with a number then there are two types of reception of the signal AM or FM, well the frequency itself .... “ Mr. Maulana cut again, because Aditia the genius child is indeed insightful.
“Ok, ok Adit, so if we think that radio is our world, then in that radio there are two frequencies yes, one frequency we as humans, the rest of their frequencies are invisible. So each other is not mixed because it has its own frequency despite living in the same world, being on the same radio. What about the likes of Dad and Adit? Who can see them?”
“Iya if indeed the earth is the radio, then we have a different frequency why Adit and Dad can see them?” Aditia's confused.
“Well, Adit should know this, why I told Adit to talk to 'them' good, is to know what the hell the world of 'them' looks like, is to know', what the hell is keeping them stuck in this world, that's all we know from asking and chatting with them. From the chat father knows, that their world is dark, no day no night, every moment dark.” Mr. Maulana paused for a moment, because there were passengers who came, ordinary, it was ‘those who got lost’. Afterwards Mr. Maulana continued the words.
“You know what kind of time our world is, the human world is like their world?” Mr. Maulana asked a question.
“Well that's when, at night, we and ‘they’ are on the same frequency. The time when the sensitive father and Adit can see them is because of the frequency equation.Not many people like us, there are silent like Adit there are pretending to see, there are also deceptive. Few people like us Adit, help without publication, remember what we were blessed for? To help those in need, if the rich are given an excess of money, if we are given an excess of knowledge, then use it according to its designation, not for others, understand Adit?”
“So we see they can only be at night Dad, it's because we are one frequency with them, and even then it's only us people who are endowed with the ability to see, it's because we are one frequency with them, the eyes that Dad says are only to help those in need, must not be for others and no one should know. Is that Dad?”
“Adit the good and smart boy, let us take the father behind first, he was hit by a train because the body is mental, we find the body first yes.”
“Good Dad.”
Aditia was carried away by memories of a dozen years ago, memories that made Aditia become what she is today. Although still confused, what should he do for bude pecel, should he follow the request of bude pecel or ignore it.
...
“Ka!” Dita the Adik different one year it surprised his brother who was enjoying coffee after the dawn prayer.
“What the hell, shocked tau.” Aditia throws her sister with tissue, they both sit on a terrace that has two benches and one table, typical of the terrace of the village house, even though they are in Jakarta.
“Lu anyways bengong, think of me huh?” Dita monyong and sipped her sister's coffee.
“Gue thinks of Bude pecel.”
“Bude pecel ready?”
“Ituloh who likes to sell in front of SD Morning noon.”
“Oh that bude Pecel, why? She has a crush on you?” At the origin of the talk, Aditia directly menoyor his sister.
“He asked me to pick him up yesterday, he said pick him up today at five in the morning, but I didn't pick him up, I think it's awkward he asked for pick up at that hour, so I was justin dah.”
“It's already six and a half hours, Ka,” Dita saw her watch, “lu fear she intends evil huh?” Dita asked again.
“Yes, so I don't want to pick him up.” Aditia could not tell that she was afraid that it was just an evil genie in disguise or a demon who wanted to trick her, her sister did not know the profession she and her father.
“You need not think about it, at most he waited a long time there, later there will also be angkot who will pass through the truck he can be delivered to the destination, let's not think too much, Ka.” Dita finished her sister's coffee.
Not long Aditia's mobile phone rang, when she saw her number, she smiled.
“Definitely from Alya, the archery athlete.” Dita melengos into the house because she does not want to disturb her brother talking to the idol of the heart.
[Al, why?] Aditia answered the phone.
[Yes, where?] Alya did call Aditia with a call Yes, not a favorite call because they were only friends.
[Home, what time is it, Neng.] Aditia answered.
[Catch me can? I'm at your house.]
[Where are you? How did the tumben so early in the area here, where did you come from?]
[Kepo, I'm picking you up, don't be long, afraid I'm at the crossroads of kayak gini.] Taken then tell the exact position, Adit has been bathing since before the dawn, so he just change clothes and drive the angkot.
Alya, Fasilkom's student Aditia's classmate, they met when ospek, Aditia who is a poor introvert met with Alya who is cheerful and rich, he said, those who were different worlds turned out to be very suitable because they were both geniuses. Alya likes a man who is dignified, though poor but Aditia is very idealistic not to tease women or busy with tongkrongan, while Alya is a classy woman who is cheerful, the type that Aditia really likes, even if you just look at it from far away.
In addition to the beauty, cleverness and kindness of Alya who received poor Aditia as his best friend, there is one thing that makes Aditia so amazed by him.
Alya is an archery athlete, Alya's high posture with a thin face, a firm attitude all look perfect in Aditia's eyes, whatever Alya wants, none of Aditia is able to refuse, he said, because Alya does not ask for things that are beyond the limits of his ability.
For Aditia, after her mother and sister Alya is a priority in her life.
When it was ready to pick up Alya, Aditia's car broke down, oh God not at this time, Aditia tried to continue to turn on her angkot car, but did not want to turn on as well, this must be because of the old car, Aditia, that's what Aditia thinks.
Already half an hour Aditia wrestled with her old angkot, fortunately just want to turn on, she immediately rushed to pick up Alya, because it was half an hour late from the time she promised.
He continues to drive his car as fast as he can, imagined the face of Alya who was angry because he was late to be picked up, he rarely asked to be picked up even though the thought of bude pecel was never lost.
At the crossroads, he saw the crowd, for some reason his premonition was not good he immediately pulled over and ran towards the crowd.
“What's up Sir?” Aditia asked someone who was closest to her.
“There was an accident Mas, hit-and-run.” The man pointed at the crowd, “who was hit dead on the spot, kasian, left behind.”
Aditia ran faster, she broke through the crowd and tried to be at the front so she could see who the victims were.
When it was at the front, Aditia fell, the prejudice was right, the woman who asked to be picked up was stiff there, drenched in blood with her body facing the asphalt, part of his head was even destroyed by a great hit, Aditia again cried, the woman who had asked him to pick her up, the woman he was supposed to pick up was dead.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Aditia cried while saying an apology.
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Author Note :
Does anyone know who got hit by a run?
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