Rudi is my Love
RAC 50: Dendi Gunadi's

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

Dendi Gunadi sat on a wooden bench in the tire patch workshop. The rear tire of his motorcycle was leaking by a nail. The tire patcher was working on dismantling the inner tube of the motorcycle.

Not long after, a helmeted woman wearing a green melon backpack came to the workshop. The woman came up with a way of pushing her motorcycle which could be seen that her rear tire was without wind.

The tyre patchworker who was fat and fat and only had dirty fingers, looked at the woman who turned out to be young and beautiful.

“Tambal, Bang,” said the girl who did look young.

“Parkirin only first, Neng,” said the brother patch tire.

“Iya.”

After parking her motorcycle, the girl who kept wearing her helmet moved to a long wooden bench, where Dendi was sitting. Dendi had also since noticed the beautiful girl with back hair.

“Excuse me, Mas,” said the girl while smiling sweetly to Dendi.

“Please, go ahead,” said Dendi while shifting slightly, giving the girl more room for her butt.

The two sat next to each other watching the tire patch brother work. The fat body and loose pants, make both customers can see clearly the dry sewer on the butt of the tire patch crouched in a depressed condition.

“Because of nails, Mas?” ask the girl, to distract from the black ditch on the tire patch.

“Iya,” replied Dendi while smiling politely and nodding once.

“Same. My motorcycle tyre also got a nail. Though the road asphalt just,” said the girl.

“Where to, Dek?” ask Dendi.

“Or service laptop in mall,” replied the girl.

“What's broken?” dendi asked enthusiastically, because treating a laptop is her specialty.

“There is noise inside the machine. Make me cringe. Afraid to know broken,” said the girl.

“Oooh,” sigh Dendi understands.

“Indeed Mas understand laptop disease?” ask the girl.

“Ngerti. If you want, I can be right. Definitely cheaper than servicing in the store,” Dendi said.

“Oh, that's yes.”

“Iya. In mah stores usually like to be diakalin, so the cost is swollen from the right,” said Dendi.

“Yes too anyway. Ever heard of that. I was confused, who would ask for help. Friends no one understands very much,” said the girl.

“If Adek wants, rent me two more aisles from here. Later I can check the laptop,” said Dendi.

“Oh, can. Yeah, well, I'm also ngirit-ngirit, Mas. Hihihi!” the girl said, laughing to herself.

Dendi compensated with a wide smile.

“Whose Adek name? My name is Dendi Gunadi,” Dendi said as she reached out to get acquainted.

“Sulis,” said the girl while shaking Dendi's hand.

The introduction between Dendi and Sulis continued with the departure of the two of them to Dendi's contract, after their motorcycles were both patched.

Short story.

Sulis now sits on Dendi's narrow rented floor. A piece of blue carpet becomes a base. There are a number of computer-related electronic items in the room.

“Mas Dendi contracted who is here?” ask Sulis.

“Self. Themselves are freer,” replied Dendi with a smile.

“Oh, means unmarried huh?” terka Sulis's.

“Iya. Looks really good huh?”

“Hihihi!” Sulis just laughed.

“Where's the laptop?” pinta Dendi's.

Sulis then took out the laptop from his backpack and gave it to Dendi. The young man who is now in Sukabumi then opened his laptop and turned it on.

Long story again.

“How much does it cost, Mas?” ask Sulis.

“Later tonight I check in total. If anything needs to be replaced, I'll let you know. Just give me Sulis's phone number. But, usually nothing is replaced, just need to be cleaned,” said Dendi.

Sulis exchanged phone numbers, not shoe numbers.

Towards magrib time, Sulis left Dendi's rented location somewhat into an alley.

As he exited the alley and was about to enter the large highway, Sulis gave a right-handed thumb sign to a black car parked across the street. It was as if he knew the person in the car.

After that, Sulis pulled the gas and drove away.

Not until a minute later, two motorcycles, each of which was ridden by two men in all black jackets and all black helmets, came and went into the alley.

As if already memorized, the two motorcycles stopped right on the deck of Dendi rented terrace.

Hearing the sound of more than one motorcycle stopping in front of his rental, Dendi who just wanted to go to the bathroom decided to go to the door and see who came.

However, Dendi did not know the four people who got off the motorcycle and raised the black glass of his helmet.

“Good afternoon!” greetings one young man who seemed to be the leader of the four people.

“Good afternoon!” dendi said with a suspicious look.

At that time Dendi immediately guessed that the four men dressed all in black were police. He doesn't like dealing with the police. If he ran, he would get caught anyway. If you want to run, what is the reason. He felt he had no criminal case. He is currently living a normal life. What is the point of fear if not wrong?

Meanwhile, a number of residents were monitoring from a safe distance. Just wanted to know who came, not to give mass support to the Dendi they knew.

“We're from the police. Is it true that you are named Dendi Gunadi?” ask the guest flat.

“True, Sir. What's up ...”

Buk up! Bdak!

One kick of military boots suddenly hit hard on Dendi's unfinished stomach speechless.

Dendi was immediately pushed hard to hit the door of her contract and fell on the floor.

In a state of pain and fear, Dendi tried to get up quickly. However, the big-bodied young man first punched Dendi in the face with a landslide.

“Come out!” shouted the young man who beat Dendi helpless.

A non-pussy dendi is pulled out.

Residents around who were surprised to see the incident so choose to stay away. No one dared to interfere because they strongly suspected that the four people were police officers.

They could see Dendi's face had been covered in blood.

“Check!” the leader orders the stranger while handcuffing Dendi's hands behind his back.

Two of them immediately broke into Dendi's contract and carried out a search.

One of the two people who re-entered came out with an object. The object in the form of several clear plastic clips containing clean white powder is shown to the front of Dendi's face.

“Where can this be from?” ask the second man with his eyes glaring.

“Ti-don't know, Sir!” dendi replied confusedly mixed in fear. Honestly, it's not hers.

Plaque!

The second man slapped hard on Dendi's face which was already so fluttering.

“No rat shit! If it's not you, why is it under the carpet?!” snapped the second man hard.

“True, Sir. Forgive me! That's not my stuff. I don't know, I don't wear it!” dendi replied with a cry.

A third man came out of contract with two laptops and two cell phones. One laptop belongs to Dendi and another laptop belongs to Sulis. Two phones belonging to Dendi all.

“Come road!” the first man ordered while pushing Dendi's back whose face had swollen and torn skin.

The two men were carrying motorcycles and the other two were herding Dendi to walk down the road.

Residents around can only see Dendi treated so. Looking at the object that was shown, residents immediately concluded that Dendi was a drug case.

Apparently, in front of the alley was waiting for a boxcar all black color. Dendi was also put in a box car that opened the back door. Inside the box were several men in black-and-black military uniforms.

“This is a handsome man who raped in Lampung fled to Sukabumi,” said one of the military personnel in the car while clutching the nape of Dendi.

Watching those people, what Dendi had in mind was torture. He still wished he hadn't been killed. (BH)