The Fake Friend In Silence
RAT ROAD

Salwa walked a little agitated, she thought she would get to her contract faster by choosing the rat path she passed now.

But in fact, now he even felt frightened, walking unsettled by feeling the wind that blows slowly making the fur of his neck more creepy

Why is the rat road that is usually crowded with meatball brothers so quiet like this?

Not usually!

If so, his intention to go home faster and be able to complete his physical task seems to fail, the proof is that he is walking slowly, and even, keep goosebumps and look back several times because this road is quieter than he imagined.

What can I do? rice has become porridge, already halfway also Salwa swing his legs walking up the asphalt on this road.

Loss if you have to turn around just for fear reasons.

By gathering all the courage, Salwa was determined to step foot as fast as she could, still trying to calm down and sure what would not happen.

The atmosphere that was originally silent, instantly turned gripping.

The sound of the roar of the motor speeding from the back, it seems like only one motor, making himself more and more stricken with fear.

Who goes down this deserted road on a motorcycle? Salwa further accelerated her pace, with bated breath she still tried to calm herself

The sound of the motor was getting closer, Salwa walked faster, cold sweat began to pour profusely at his temple.

Thank goodness it was just a feeling of fear.

The motorbike just drove past him just like that, maybe it was just a coincidence the rider went the same way with him! after all, he is not the only one who knows the way of this rat.

Salwa breathed a sigh of relief and continued her steps

Some time he began to fidget again, his sense he had gone a long way but why his contract was also not seen at all.

Again his breath was restrained when he heard the sound of the roar of a motor that was louder in his ear, Salwa tried to stay calm.

The sound of the motorbike was getting closer, and he gasped in shock when he arrived just pulled his backpack by someone from behind.

Spontaneously alone Salwa turned around and held her bag strong, hoping that the man would let go of her bag.

The man in all black clothes made Salwa's guts shrink, he did not know what the two men wanted, but still he kept the check on his bag

The bag was pulled stronger, Salwa also tried to pull her bag stronger. Now he doesn't care about himself. For Salwa, the contents of the bag were worth more than her life.

Inside the bag there is a school uniform and SBMPTN material book that always makes him excited to live his life he will not take his bag for granted.

Pull the two people still continue, Salwa until falling down when the person increases the speed of the motor.

But Salwa still blocked her bag strong, even when she was dragged by a motorbike, she still did not release her bag.

Almost ten meters away Salwa was dragged by the pickpocket motor, grimacing under the motorbike while shouting for help repeatedly hoping that someone would help her on this deserted road.

But nil! there is no sign of anyone who looks to be coming or just passing.

Salwa screamed as loud as she could, begging the two pickpockets to let them take off their bags.

But what can I do? copet still copet is not that easy he releases his prey just because of pity, is not it?

now his whole body is right about when his body is continuously dragged with the position of the stomach like this. Her plight was no longer strong if she had to maintain her check.

Finally he resigned as well and let the pickpocket carry his bag away.

In the bag, there was nothing valuable. The money in the bag was also not much, thank God hp and his wallet he had pocketed in the pocket of jeans he was wearing.

But her uniform and book must be gone

His body is now helpless. He was truly sorry that his attempt to defend his bag failed.

Mukngin Salwa must be sincere.

With a severed breath he rose from his stomach, inching to sit while squashing his feet on the side of the road and exhaling his rough breath, his body was already weak powerless, He only realized when his eyes turned to look at both feet, there were already many scratches that bleed.

Salwa tried to stand up, again grimacing and pain in the back of her legs

It seemed like he could not stand up, both of his legs were sore just for movement. How'this?

His body felt cold as the wind blew towards him, the atmosphere tonight was completely silent no one was seen nor was there any sign of vehicles going through

Salwa nibbled her temple, her head felt dizzy!thinking whirring.

Adai earlier he accepted the offer mbak Ike to go home together, he would not be unlucky as now.

If he had ignored the highway, he would not have chosen this road.

Now he can only surrender, his head looked up at the sky, the night was getting late, how could he go home if he just stood up already unable?

He looked up at the dark sky, there were no stars in sight nor was there a moon adorning the dark sky.

Honestly wanting to cry thinking about this unlucky fate. But he held on with all his strength and his defense did not last long, in the end he sobbed as well.

Salwa did not want to cry, but her heart was certainly not as strong as she wanted to keep trying strong.

In the darkness of the night and in the middle of this desolate street Salwa sobbed in silence. Lamenting the fate of his life.

He was just tired, tired of having to live a difficult life, tired of having to bear the burden of his life alone, and tired of having to try hard at all times.

Why is it so great a trial that Salwa has to face?

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Salwa remained in her position, sobbing to hold the pain all over her body, trying as hard as anything, still unable to stand.

He finally resigned.

Now he only prayed that in the middle of the night, there would still be someone who would pass through this deserted street and would help him, still convinced that luck was on his side.

It had been almost half an hour Salwa sat by the side of the road, occasionally holding her elbow while grimacing withstanding the stinging.

The sound of the motor was heard again, this time the sound was different.

But Salwa was still pounding. His heart raced increasingly fast, his body suddenly stiff fear pickpocket back after knowing what the contents of his backpack

Salwa tried to narrow her eyes, sharpening her sight to look at the motor that was getting closer to her.

Okee! that wasn't a pickpocket! Salwa sure

Salwa happy? of course, his prayers were answered. Someone came, through this deserted road.

His eyes sparkled forgetting the pain all over his legs and hands, he tried to raise his hands high, waving them several times towards the motor

The sound of the motor was getting closer, with the motor light shining towards him, his gaze Salwa became glare. But his hands still he waved right at the rider, hoping the owner of the bike would stop and help him

Finally the motoe stopped a few meters away from him, Salwa wanted to scream for help. But his voice was stifled when the owner of the bike stared intently at him and..

"Salwaaa!!!...."

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Thursday, 21 January 2021

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