Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Tower and The Seven of Swords in Reverse

Dave's treatment of him is waking him up. Maybe his subconscious sends a signal of high alertness to the influence of alcohol is not as strong as the beginning. Tara tries everything from scratching, hitting and even biting to stop Dave from controlling her body. He was squeezed by the seatbelt and the car room. He has to get out of here.

"Stop!" tara Ogat.

"I told you, you can't manage me Tara. You're the one who has to bow to your master" Dave opened some buttons on his shirt, looking at Tara full of lust.

"You're crazy," Tara held back the man's body as she again cornered him. However, whatever he did was like an ant trying to hit a tree.

"I like an unruly woman like you," Dave returns with a kiss on Tara's lips. He loosened his belt on his jeans, "it looks like you need a little discipline" he said on his lips still busy fondling Tara.

As soon as Tara gets the idea to defend herself, she bites Dave's lip until the man puts distance with Tara. His lips slightly ripped and started to bleed.

"Fuckin' woman, how dare you," Dave came back and forced Tara to unbutton her shirt.

Tara tried to get rid of the hand, a few drops of blood from the wound on Dave's lips dripped on his clothes. Tara is losing hope of escaping from the blind man. The man continued to force his kiss until Tara tasted the typical iron taste of blood.

BUGS!

Tara's free leg managed to hit the man's most sensitive spot. He curled back into his own chair, roaring in pain. Tara reached for her bag on the back bench. Tara glanced at the man making sure he was still in the throes of pain in his groin. After he got his bag, he tried to unbuckle his seat belt. Panicked, the belt becomes harder to open.

Next to the man's hand was still holding his honor as he turned around and the other hand strangled Tara's neck. "You're not going anywhere, Tara."

Tara's breathing hard. His neck hurt and he started coughing. The grip didn't even slacken in the slightest. The hand pushed his head into the corner of the car door.

"You won't survive after what you did to me" Dave said. Blood had already flowed into his neck and his shirt was always neat.

Tara's hand reached into the bag looking for the only thing on her mind. He still had trouble breathing until his eyes began to twitch. His hand still had not found the thing he was referring to. Tara was choked with breath and tears as well as snot that entered her mouth. UH!

Srot, scrot, srot!

"Ah, shit!" Dave held his eyes and backed off. Tara doesn't stop spraying perfume on Dave until the grip on Tara's neck comes off. The girl took a lot of breaths as if she had to come out of a vacuum. And coughed afterwards because of too much concentration of perfume on the air inside. Tara then looked around, no one was passing by on the street. He doesn't even know where he is at the moment.

Again he tried to open the seat belt but nil, finally he pulled to loosen the belt and remove his limp body from the rope. Tara quickly unlocks the car door and exits leaving Dave still complaining of pain.

He spurred his pace as quickly as possible, moving away from the horrible man. His head was dizzy, his neck hurt he had no more energy but he tried to keep running. He opened his shoes because it seemed to slow down his steps. He put his shoes on and began to cry out to anyone who heard him.

***

His motor speed slowed and faltered. As he headed home he already had this premonition. But with confidence he thought he would still arrive at SPBU near his home. Unfortunately, the SPBU was still one and a half kilo meters away from where he guided his Ninja motor. Uh, heavy too.

Rendi saw a small stall in front providing a mini SPBU, finally. Rendi accelerated his pace pushing the bike. In his heart he was determined that this incident did not happen again. More comfortable splitting the highway without difficulty pushing the motor because the arrogance is too high believing that the fuel is still enough to give power to the mount.

Just two days ago he came home from Surakarta, he went to the office this morning to take care of his resignation letter. It was rejected outright. The company said that Rendi will survive until he completes a new project in Manado. He believes it was Sofia's desperate attempt to convince Benu to reject the letter. Rendi hasn't seen Sofia since she came home. He also did not try to contact her.

From a distance a female voice shouted for help, some people who were sitting coolly discussing accompanied by coffee and cigarettes suddenly turned to the scream, as well as Rendi. It's standby.

"Please!!" the screams of the voice suddenly split the silent night sky. The faint figure was increasingly clearly visible, with great difficulty he ran and continued to call for words of help in his near-breakup breath.

The woman continued running without trying to pull over to the stall waiting for her appearance. Rendi looked at the woman who passed by. The speed of running is not reduced. In fact, it didn't even occur to the woman to stop her running. The word please still continued to be spoken in his breath. Her hair, her voice, her figure seemed to remind her of Tara, but there was no way the woman who ran from the dark corner that night Tara.

Then came the footsteps that followed from where the woman came from. A man with a riled expression continued to run in the same direction where the woman was going. All who pay attention to this "marathon race" know that this man has frightened the woman and tried to escape. Unceasingly they surrounded the man as he reached their area.

"WOY FREELANCING CAVE!" the man raged at the crowd that confronted him.

Rendi looked at the man's eyes red, full of lust and anger. The tip of his lips is torn. Half his shirt was undissolved and there was a lot of blood.

"What do you want boss?" yell one of the crowd.

"NO BUSINESS LO, MOVE ALL!!!" his salad.

"Sori, you can't, Bang," the other crowd echoed the same thing.

"WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE? IT'S A CAVE GIRL!" angry talk.

"When she's your girl, she's not going to run away scared like she's meeting a life-extracting angel" said Rendi casually.

"YOU ALL KNOW NOTHING! MOVE OVER!" the man encouraged one of the crowd to open a path that ignited a fight.

Rendi knew, engaging in a fight was not beneficial to her. Rendi stepped aside and called the police to be completed by a safer route. That man may have been harassed.

"One-one-blank, emergency phone, good night" a voice from across.

"Good night, sir," Rendi looked at the running woman who was no longer visible in the depths of the night.

***

His breathing had tightened, his chest felt hot and wanted to explode. His legs were limp but he could not stop his steps. Sweat and tears had mixed together to make his eyes sore and hot. His neck was a giggle that still left a sense of pain. He did not think he had just experienced something unpleasant. Tara cried in silence, her heart breaking.

His steps slowed down, his feet dazed, as if the earth he was treading on was not really solid. He could not even support his feet to stay upright. The goods have been removed because of the clutches of his hands.

A second before his knees hit the asphalt, a pair of hands restrained his body. The instinct to protect himself was back on. Tara straightened up and stepped back to avoid the pair of hands, but her body was limp and unbalanced. He would fall backward but the pair of hands had embraced him, preventing him from falling.

"I'm not going to do anything, ma'am," the young man convinces Tara and leads her to a small coffee shop that's almost closed.

Tara sat on a bench. He no longer knows where he is, what time it is. His feet were trembling with fatigue.

Some parts of his feet were bloody and blue, but he seemed immune he did not feel pain in his legs. The young man from the tavern put a pair of Tara's shoes near her feet. He didn't say anything.

"Drink first mbak," the young man thrust a glass of water toward Tara.

The young man saw Tara almost fall unconscious in front of his shop when he installed a light bulb that was now mounted on the girl's head. What the young man realized, he had embraced the woman who was slow and almost lost his breath from running.

***

Rendi directs her 'iron racehorse' to look for the woman, her brain condemns what she is doing, but something in her heart thrashes and forces her to keep looking. Slowly he swallowed the late night streets. Because it was just an alternative road, it was not too crowded and the main streets around it were still quite smooth.

Where did she run, how far did she go? It can't be gone that fast. Rendi traced each side of the street, most of the merchants along the street had closed their stores. I don't know why there is a sense of worry about women who know him he doubted.

Just before the turn to the road, a coffee shop with many of its interior decorating lights is still on. On his porch a young man and a woman sat in silence. The woman sat almost down from her chair, looking down at the glass in her hand. Bags and shoes were scattered not far from his bare feet. Her long hair was a mess but it was not wrong, the woman was her ex, Tara.

His right hand raised the gas but his foot pressed the brake. Should I approach the girl? Is he still allowed to calm her down? Is his action presumptuous? Finally, Rendi just looked at Tara from afar, turned off the engine motor, so that those who were noticed did not know her whereabouts.

What did Tara go through? Why is he with such a depraved man tonight? Fortunately, the man was taken to the police for questioning. Some police took the initiative to find the woman but voluntarily Rendi gave herself to - again-helpfully - help. And the one he met. He felt, would not take him to the police tonight, it was not right because Tara's psychiatric condition might still be shaken.

Before long, from the direction of the purple Brio highway slowly walked towards the small shop. When the car stopped and the driver came out, Rendi saw Kiara who grabbed her big jacket and ran in panic towards Tara.

He knew that until there, Tara was in good and safe hands. Kiara spoke something and offered some money to the young man who was rejected at the tavern, then brought Tara to the passenger door. Shortly before boarding the car, Kiara again thanked the young man. Then the car walked over, leaving the area smoothly. Rendi's eyes kept watching the car until it vanished in the distance. I hope Tara is okay.

***

"Tara?" Kiara looked at her wall clock, twelve o'clock past ten minutes. "What's the call for gini?"

Kiara raised the call. "Tar, why?"

"Hello, is this Kiara?"

Tara's voice was not found, but a man used Tara's cell phone to contact her.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Can you get Tara now? His condition was bad, he almost fainted" said someone across the street.

Kiara weighed whether this was indeed genuine news or just a hoax that had been rife lately. Converse by saying that one family member had an accident and even memorized money. This young man even knew the name Tara.

"I'm serious, ma'am," said the man. In the background, he can hear Tara's voice calling him weak.

"Where is he now?" Kiara panicked and worried. He picked up a warm shirt and rushed out of the room.

"I'm sharing-loc now" the young man said, then hung up his phone.

Kiara took the car keys in the hangers near the door.

"Ma, Pa, I'll go get Tara first," she said, then unlocked the house and re-locked when she was outside.

"Pa, with the cry Kiara saying, where are you?" asked Ningsih who was asleep at her husband's side. Aston only cleared his throat because he was half conscious and half asleep.

***

Kiara follows the instructions given by the share-loc sent to her. It should be around here, he murmured. "Where are ya?"

Kiara turned her steering wheel on a road smaller than the highway then returned down her path slowly. He watched each side of the street until he found the neon sign of the Daily Grande with many lights still on. Tara drove her car until she arrived in front of the store and turned her head.

Sure enough, he saw Tara in a position that even supported his body to remain upright unable. "Jeez, why else would he?"

Without turning off the car engine he went down and immediately approached Tara. The closer to him, the worse the condition his eyes could see. The hair was messy, the blood on his clothes, the feet were scarred and blue and the pungent smell of alcohol.

Kiara crouched near her best friend. Anxiety is creeping in, "Tara, Lo why? Yes, God." Kiara pulled out the hair that covered Tara's face. Tears keep pouring out.

Hugged Tara tightly, "Lo can stand up, Tar?"

Kiara felt Tara nod gently on her shoulder.

"Okay, let's stand. Slow down, cave help."

Kiara pulled Tara's body up to her feet, slowly moving Tara into the passenger seat. The young man who must have called her helped carry Tara's belongings and put her on the bench behind. After making sure Tara was safe in her car, Kiara turned to the young man .

"Mas, thank you, yes," Kiara thrust out a few hundred thousand dollars towards the young man whom she immediately rejected.

"It is important that Tara is safe, ma'am," he said.

"You know Tara?"

"Yes, just," he answered.

Kiara squinted her eyes, her lawyer instincts arising. "It wasn't you who did this, was it?"

The young man was riled up when asked such an absurd thing, "i saw Tara running from that direction," he pointed at the dark street. "Then I almost fainted in front of my shop."

"alright. Thank you for the help, mas," Kiara said goodbye and got into her car.

Kiara looked at her best friend, tightly squeezed by Tara's slow hands at her side. "Why are you, Tara." He took his car home.

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