Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 2

The day before

Abi came out of his house with a bottle of water in his left hand. The other hand held the mobile phone that had since issued brief tones. Abi's eyes can't be separated from the screen of his phone. While getting ready he was waiting for the order to come in.

It was still 7 am, but for Abi who usually started to take a ride since dawn, he was already very late. He no longer had time to get passengers school children, especially mothers who want to shop to the market. He just hopes there are some people who go to work using his ojol service.

Ah, wallet.

After remembering one of his most important items, Abi went back into the house. He walked through the living room which was already noisy because of the sound of television broadcasting gossip news. The news of an artist named Mischa Radjasa who gained tremendous popularity this year and is preparing to pursue her international career does not interest Abi. He was only curious about the appearance of the man who some time ago was rumored to be close to his idol singer, then turned his face away after seeing nothing special from the artist.

How could Tracy like it?

Abi again walked out of the house while buttoning his jacket zipper. He put on his helmet and gloves and started the engine. Slowly, he put his phone to the standing of the phone stuck in the rearview motor. And his adventure of scavenging the windfall on the highway that day began.

Abhimanyu Alexander. He was just an ordinary young man who failed to finish his studies in High School and had to settle for an Junior High. Because of something that we will discuss in the future, he can not take package C, let alone college. Because of this, and also his life background that can not be proud of at all, he did not dare to dream of having a job in a large company with a large income.

Since being expelled from school, he only worked odd jobs. One of his best jobs was as a janitor at one of the construction companies. He has worked as a cafe keeper, online trader, office boy, nightclub security guard and ended up as an online motorcycle driver, a job he has been doing for approximately 5 years.

Everyone who knew him, especially those who knew about the incident when he was expelled from school, must have felt sorry for him. Seen from any angle, Abi is a victim of injustice. Even still often the topic of conversation neighbors how 15 years ago Abi came with a body full of wounds and ushered by a police car. One of the police said he was the perpetrator of the abuse and had just been detained at the police station. It does not take a smart brain to feel strange to see the perpetrators of battered persecution like people who have been persecuted.

Abi is a good boy. All the neighbors know about it. He is always polite and is famous for helping his neighbors. Although big in the localization environment, Abi never did mischief like his peers there. It is only natural that they do not believe that Abi persecuted others. And finally they reached a conclusion if Abi gets unfair treatment from the police.

For Abi himself, the incident was the darkest part of his life. His ambition to become an architect had to be dashed in an instant. In fact, he had just received a notification that he had passed the PMDK (Searching Interests And Capabilities or student admission pathways for students who have interests and talents) at one of the famous universities.

However, Abi has already begun to make peace with the circumstances. He had long given up his dream of becoming an architect. Right now he was only focused on the life entrusted to him. He still has a bad memory, especially during the police station. But for now, Abi chose to focus first on his career as a stand-up driver.

“Rame?” ask one of the drivers who is also waiting for orders behind the Sukajadi mall to Abi.

“Sepi, Bang. It was too late to come out,” replied Abi while looking for a comfortable position to park his motorbike. “But it has been lately often quiet.”

The man laughed as he lit his cigarette. “Of course. Now there are more and more drivers. Anyway, every day after the holiday, the driver will increase. Just look now, Extreme jackets and helmets are on every street.”

Abi just laughed. He could not deny the man's statement. During his time as an ojol driver, he has partnered with at least 5 online transportation services. Extreme is one of the new services that initially less popular because the rates are too cheap so that few are interested in becoming a driver. Abi has been a driver since the beginning of the app. Because of the lack of drivers, customers are always disappointed because the order was executed for too long and has an impact also with the least number of customers.

Since the service raised prices, but still cheaper than other services, many people signed up to become drivers and it has an impact on more and more customers. However, the increase in the number of drivers lately looks unnatural. Abi who used to get at least 20 customers every day, now can only reach half.

Thus, it was very reasonable when he could get an order at a large rate, like this time.

“Wah, login. Pope?” asked the man when he heard the sound of the incoming order from Abi's phone. The word Pope refers to the term for orders with large tariffs.

“If now we can't just expect passenger customers. The important thing can be.”

Abi smiled and then nodded. He immediately went to the pickup location according to the point given by the customer. Far enough from his place. About 5 kilometers. He was confused as to why no other driver had gotten the order.

After almost getting to the pick-up point, Abi finally understood why there were no drivers nearby. It turned out that the area was quite quiet and rarely seen home. Even the last house he saw was about one and a half kilometers from the location of his customers.

However, he was flabbergasted by the house where he picked up the order. Very large. Even he had to look up to see the top end of his fence. His eyes searched and finally found the bell button. After pressing it, he stood waiting while checking his phone.

Moments later, the gate opened and a man came out. The body is thin with a height of about 180 cm. Her thick blonde hair was perfectly matched with her white skin. He was wearing a white hoodie and blue skinny jeans. At first glance he looks like a South Korean artist who is currently loved by young people. However, what looks striking is the flower tattoo on the neck, gun-shaped earrings on the left ear and leather gloves with unique motifs that he wears.

Then, he handed her a brown cardboard box filled with matching coloured duct tape. Abi stared suspiciously, but he had to accept the item.

“How much?” ask the man.

“Thirty-one thousand eight hundred.”

The man took out his wallet and took out a hundred thousand pieces of money and handed them to Abi. “Take the change.”

When the man wanted to close the gate, Abi held his hand. For a moment they looked at each other sharply. Then Abi thrust out his hand and opened his palm. “This is the change, Sir.”

Exactly sixty-eight thousand two hundred money that was in his palm. The customer was surprised and took it in doubt. This time he completely closed the fence and went into his house.

Abi looked again towards the gate. He was very sure that the man was the same man he had seen this morning. His stature and appearance were completely the same. Yeah, no more wrong. She is Mischa Radjasa, a rising young artist.

The delivery location is quite far, about fifteen kilometers. While riding his motorbike, Abi's mind drifted wildly. He was trying to analyze his customers. Questions ambush his logic, raising new questions whenever he finds answers.

Suddenly he saw three policemen standing at the end of the street. His chest was tight and his body suddenly trembled. Sweat started flowing from his forehead. Fifteen years ago, he was terrified every time he saw a police uniform. Although after that incident he still often dealt with uniformed police, his trauma could never be healed one hundred percent.

“Good day,” said one of the police while saluting after stopping Abi's motor. “Can we see the letters?”

Abi's hunch is not good. He felt something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, when he was about to hand over his SIM and STNK, the other police took the package box he wanted to deliver. He asked about the contents while snapping. Abi answered not knowing, because that was the reality.

Without excuse, the police forcefully opened the box. Upon seeing the contents, he was flabbergasted and immediately clasped Abi's hand. It was so tight that Abi almost screamed in pain.

“You are being detained for allegedly carrying meth type drugs.”

The sky collapsed on Abi's head. Despite already having a bad premonition, he was very unprepared to deal with this situation.