The Dark World
Journey

...THE JOURNEY...

...Author by: David Khanz...

A young man was sitting limply on the window bench of the bus he was riding on. Highlight his eyes fretting with the occasional snort of breath stomping loudly, as if trying to throw away the annoyance and anger that was stirring in the chest.

Repeatedly seen staring at the tightly coiled watch at the auction. Along with that, his face looked even more tormented. Then he immediately got out of his seat.

Rushed with half-step running towards the front of the bus, looking around with eyes filled with annoyance.

"Still a long time, sir?" asked the young man to someone wearing a sky blue uniform.

"Not yet to know, my. We are still trying to repair the damage to this bus engine" replied the man in blue uniform as he tried to smile in the middle of the euphoria that gripped his old face.

"Until when?"

"Hopefully get over it quick, Mas. Please pray it."

Back the vexation came out from the young man's lips. He was not eager to ask again.

Leaning out briefly through the wide-open bus door, the man swept a glance around the spot where the vehicle had stopped. It looks like a natural landscape filled with green trees and thick weeds. Like a foreign plantation that is rarely visited by humans.

The man got off the bus, then walked down a paved road. Other passengers also crowded under the umbrella of shrubs to drive away the perceived heat.

Not far from there the man saw there was an old hut with bamboo floors and roofed with dry weeds.

"It's possible that the bus driver and conductor are still busy repairing the engine. It wouldn't hurt if I rested for a while inside that hut. Rather than having to cram with the sickening heat of the human-human bodies!" so thought the man while stepping towards the place in question.

Sure enough, as soon as he laid his body on top of the bamboo hall, the cold air immediately welcomed approaching. A moment to see the watch that has shown at four in the afternoon. It might not hurt if this free time is used to fulfill the obligation as a Muslim. The bus engine was not yet repaired.

Looking around for a moment around the hut area, who knows find a source of water that can be used for ablution. But there was not a drop of water there.

Finally the man decided to stay. Hoping that after prayers later the bus will soon be able to walk back to meet the loved figures. My beloved wife and children, who have been separated for almost a year for one classic reason, are seeking a new life in an adventure.

Yes, I really hope that God will be pleased to hear and grant his request to be able to leave the place where it is. Even after finishing worship, the old vehicle still stood there.

Could it be that the voice of his heart was still not desired by God? Or did God not see him prostrate with great hope? I don't know, which must have been a breeze of the cold wind that came, increasingly making the eyes of the man dimmer. A moment later fell asleep in the cradle of the blackened mind realm.

Until then the man woke up with a tremendous shock. He immediately stood up with a paled face.

What the hell is going on?

The bus was no longer in its place. The goddamn driver must have deliberately left the young man in the middle of nature that had been twisted and blackened under the moonlight that perfectly rounded.

Instantly his anger peaked. An expression of maki's disrespectful language sprinkled from the man's mouth. Especially when he accused God of being unfair to him.

"I ask You well, but why do you give me this misery that I do not want, Lord? He said Are You Loving and Loving? What proof? Look with Your Eyes of Power there, I am alone here without knowing the direction! You let me be in the dark and you just sent the moon as its light? What kind of justice is this?" exclaimed the man with a snorting breath full of embers of anger.

While stepping grubbyly down the paved but silent streets, the man continued to lament the 'fuckiness' that was falling on him. Sometimes he looks back. I wish there was a vehicle passing by. But as far as he went, that hope was never achieved.

Back from his lips chirped a very 'painful' chirp'. Even when I looked up at Adzan from a distance, the man still walked weakly dragging his feet, as if he had frozen in fatigue.

"I don't know if it was Isha's Adhan or Subuh? But as far as I go at this time, I'm sure it must be a call to prostrate to You by morning right, Lord? But you're too 'deaf' to listen to my prayers from yesterday afternoon. And in return, this time I will not bow down to You, Lord! Nah! You have given me this misery!"

The man grinned with satisfaction and occasionally his eyes looked up and spat. It is as if you are challenging a God who does not help.

Until finally the man was no longer able to step foot. Extremely tired feeling, forcing him to immediately end the trip for a while.

He sat weakly by the side of the road with his wet body flooded with sweat. Then fall asleep between the tiredness and drowsiness that is increasingly whack. It all just happens unnoticed. Maybe God deliberately let him sleep there so that the man did not continue to curse Him?

Still wracked by the drowsiness and fatigue that still remained, he noticed the figure that woke him just now.

"Who are you? Are you God? Or his messenger?" asked the man half-consciously while laughing grimly.

"No, Mas. I am a resident of this area who happened to pass by and saw this Mas lying here. I thought this mas fainted or .... "

"Dead .. You mean? Just let me die here. That's what God wants up there, right?"

"Don't fret, ah, Mas. I see this Mas needs a break. Better just go to my house. Not far from here, though. Yuk, get on my bike. I'm hungry too, right?"

Is correct.

His stomach feels so bad. Last night's trip completely drained all his energy supply. And so far his stomach has not filled anything.

Finally the man complied with the help man's invitation. All the way there was not a word from their mouths. Silence with the contents of the head that are both filled with various strange questions.

On the way, the two stopped. In front of the road there were many vehicles and people who crowded. Everything is in one direction. Precisely on a steep cliff on the side of the road.

"What's up, sir?" ask the rescue man earlier to one of the residents who was huddling.

"There's been an accident! There's a bus going into the ravine down there!"

"When?"

"It looks like, uh, last night. According to the police officer who went down there, the bus was in a state of disrepair and all the passengers on board were no survivors!"

"All died?"

"Yes, Sir!"

The young man got off the bike immediately. Although with the whole body still limp, but there seems to be a force that leads him to look down there.

Vaguely among the grove of trees that had been damaged eroded the body of the vehicle that was lying down there, he recognized the characteristics of the vehicle's barking. Yeah, that's, right, the bus he was riding on and broke down yesterday.

Yeah, God!

Right, that was the bus in question. Instantly the man's body collapsed to the ground. He cried while prostrating on the ground of his footing.

"Yes, God! I beg for mercy! I'm sorry, God!"

The shrill voice of his voice accompanied by the sobs of regret momentarily blurred filled the environment. The man was begging for mercy. No matter the circumstances around which are filled with human figures ....

A human? Whereabouts?

There was a lot of crowding of human figures and dozens of vehicles. But where are they all going? That helper guy? He wasn't there either.

Yeah, God!

It even seemed that only the young man was the one who was there. More precisely there was no sign of anyone who had ever been there except the young man. Then, the bus that entered the ravine?

Right, indeed under the ravine there was an old large vehicle that he was familiar with. Crashed with the body of the vehicle that had been burned and certainly no one survived in there.

I don't know ....

...~ Finish ~...