The Dark World
Get Me!

...FETCH ME!...

...Author by: David Khanz...

At 20:00 p.m., Reno was still casually fluttering in a chair while playing the remote. Every now and then the young man's eyes glanced at the mobile phone screen lying on the table. Then switch to watching live music on one of the television stations. Sometimes singing accompanies the sound of the band vocalists who are acting on the screen.

"Ren, where is Chaca now?" mother Reno's question suddenly appeared in the middle room.

"Eh, Mommy .... " Reno immediately lowered her legs. Sitting leaned back, giving her mother a place to sit. "So on-chat, he said it's still on the road, ma'am."

Reno's mother sat down next to her son. His forehead wrinkled. "When then?"

Without looking, Reno replied, "Yes, just now, Mom. About half an hour ago."

The middle-aged woman shook her head. "Kok, half an hour ago? Chaca is your little sister, Ren. When you get to the terminal, you haven't come yet, how?"

"Yes, Mom. Reno ask again, yeah." The young man grabbed his cell phone. Open the instant conversation app, then send a message on Chaca's number. "It's been accepted, Mom. Tuh, tick two."

"What did Chaca say?" Reno's mother looked worried. "Yes, it's not read, ma'am. The tick is not blue yet" Reno replied back.

"Try me a call" asked Reno's mother. "Mother, really, it doesn't feel like this, does it?"

"Yes, Mom. Reno phone, huh." The young man according. Call Chaca's number. A moment later, a tone of connected calls sounded. But some moments awaited, not yet lifted. "Chacanya fell asleep on the bus probably, ma'am. The phone's not picked up."

There was a faint look on that face. As she stroked her chest, she said, "Well, what else, yes, that child?"

"Yes, go to sleep, Mom," Reno replied as she looked back at the TV screen. Then follow singing accompanied by a nod of the head.

"Ah, this is you, Ren. Being invited to talk to parents, really, even sing so," Mother Reno grumbled, pouting.

Reno looked at her mother. With a smile, he said, "Well, how should Reno go, Mom?"

The woman sniffed. "The mother was worried about your sister, you know, Ren," she replied, "had I told you, come home tomorrow morning. Let it be delivered with Danar. Uh, even maksa came home this afternoon. So nyampe to the house must be a gini night."

"Om Danar tomorrow morning, right, work, ma'am?"

"Yes, you can ask permission or leave first. Can, right? So you don't have to take public transport. Uh, Chacanya wants to go home today."

"Ah, I don't know Chaca's nature this mother. He's, right, stubborn. Just like the late Father."

Reno's mother patted her son's arm. "You, by the way, love to dig." Then, return to the initial topic. "Now you call Chaca again, Ren. Tanya, where are you, then?"

"Yes, Mom." Reno called her sister back. Just like earlier. Unapplaced.

"Now it's not active, ma'am. Maybe, the HP's lowbat."

"Duh, the kid. Make your heart worry, deh," said Ibu Reno lirih.

"Yes, already. Reno's leaving for the terminal. Who knows, Chaca has gotten there" Reno said, picking up a cell phone and a motor key.

"Pake jacket, Ren. You catch a cold, you know."

"Yes, dear Mother." Reno.

"Bas with you."

A moment later the young man drove off on a big, red-lit motorcycle. The cold and the cold of the night.

Within an hour, he arrived at the terminal. Things are starting to get quiet. There were only a few bus vehicles parked there, as well as small stalls that were still open. Reno parked his motorbike not far from the terminal entrance. I mean, in order to find out when the last bus Chaca was on came. He chose to sit on a long bench, near a public toilet, while playing with a cell phone.

Long time there too. Sometimes trying to call Chaca's number. Unsuccessful. His sister's HP was not active.

"Why, Bang?" asked Reno to calm down. He raised both hands up. He saw a man who was shabby and slum, glaring with a creepy highlight.

"Follow me down the toilet! Hurry along!" hardik pulls Reno's jacket, leads her into the toilet room, then pushes her away.

Before long there were sounds snapping from inside, the thumping sound of the body was struck, and followed by a shrill cry of pain.

Reno came out of the toilet with bloodstains filling her jacket. "Fucking people! You think I'll stay quiet? It's free for me to learn martial arts, if I die silly in the hands of a trashy bastard like you!" exclaimed the young man while wiping the blood on his hands on his clothes.

He was preparing to step foot, but was restrained as soon as the sound of a woman crying, in one of the toilet rooms. "Whose crying voice is that? Human or ghost? I seem to know," muttered Reno as she approached the origin of the sound.

Sure enough, as soon as the toilet door was pushed, it appeared that a woman was sitting bending her knees while crying bitterly.

"Chaca?" call Reno so recognize the characteristics of the clothes worn by the woman. The figure raised its head, then exclaimed softly, "Sir Reno!"

"Yes, God! What happened to you, Cha?" Reno saw part of her sister's clothes open and torn in a certain part.

Chaca tried to get up, but collapsed back. Quickly Reno helped to wipe it out. "Chaca! Yeah, God!"

The woman was crying mixed with ringis in agony. "The man did it, brother! Me ... I .... "

Reno was stunned to see there were blood spots on Chaca's sagging pants. "Jeez, Cha! You ... you .. have been in .... "

"Toward me home, brother!"

Reno helped to pick up his sister, walking towards the motorbike. "Hold, yeah, Cha. We're going home now."

"Sick, Brother!"

"Patience, Cha! Hold it!"

Back Reno helped Chaca sit in the back seat, then she immediately got on her bike. "Hands on tight, Cha. We're going home soon."

Chaca complied while still crying bitterly. Then the two immediately left the bus terminal quiet and dim. Reno drives his bike like an electric motor. Darting rapidly through the cold of the night in the middle of the silent streets.

"Down, Cha. We've arrived" Reno said.

Slowly Chaca got off the bike. Walking himself into the house, while calling out, "Ibuuu ... !!!"

Before long the middle-aged woman came out of the room, surprised, scattering to welcome her daughter. "Chaca! What's going on with you, son? Yeah, God!" mom's screams. Panicked.

"Chaca's got a nodong, ma'am. Same bag HP taken. Keep Chaca on ... in .. ouch, ma'am. Chaca's sick!"

"Yes, my God!" her mother screams as she sees Chaca holding the lower abdomen with ringis in pain. "Who are you going home with? Where's your brother Reno?"

Chaca pointed out of the house. "So it's still in front of the motorbike," the girl replied among her roars.

"motor? Earlier, I did not hear the sound of Reno motorbike .... "

"What the hell, Mom?" Chaca's confused.

"Reno! Reeenn!" call the woman. Moving to the front of the house. But I found no one there. "There's no brother in front of you, Cha! Reno is not there!"

"So Chaca was ushered home with Reno, Mom. He was still outside!" chaca shouted while watching the blood spots on the hands. The girl was sure, it was not her blood. Along the way, continue to hug Reno tightly. Then this blood?

The next day, various media reported about two discoveries of corpses. The first in the toilet room bus terminal. Lying covered in blood filled his jacket, as a result of a puncture wound in the abdomen. The second discovery, a corpse lying stiff on the edge of the road. A gondrong man and a moustache. Full of puncture wounds in the stomach, eyes bulging like once struck by fear before dying, and lost vital tools were wiped out. Not far from the corpse, a large motorbike in red light was waiting in the state of the engine is still alive and the headlights are on.

...DONE IT...