The Treaty of Invisibility
Trapped 2

Seeing that Mahmud's condition had improved, Abah Dul did not take him to the hospital. Abah Dul lamented that he was careless until the deep wound on Mahmud's chest settled unnoticed. He thought that the black circle of punches on the skin outside Mahmud's back was the only injury that Mahmud suffered so Abah Dul felt no need to examine his entire body anymore.

Mahmud was allowed to rest and sleep in his room. Abah Dul and Kosim move out of Mahmud's room to the living room. Soon Arin came to bring a cup of coffee to Abah Dul.

"Mas, is the coffee going to go?" ask Arin while putting coffee for Abah Dul.

"No Rin, still enough" answered Kosim.

Arin passed from the living room leaving Kosim and Abah Dul chatting in the living room.

"Well, this is putting everything at risk. I feel so guilty seeing Mahmud like that" Kosim said.

"Yes Sim, but I am also confused about how to end all this" said Abah Dul.

"We can only be vigilant, we can only wait. Either tomorrow the events are coming," continued Abah Dul sigh.

His brain kept circling to think of a way out but it always stuck and the edges just resignedly let his mind think about the next event to come.

Being prepared does not have to be ready to face it. One belief even if the life of Kosim and his son and even his wife until now there is still it all because of the destiny of Allah SWT. If his fate had died it would have been since the beginning of Kosim and his family could not be helped, Abah Dul thought.

"If I stay first yes, go to the project," Kosim said to disperse the daydream of Abah Dul.

"Ente to work, what's your condition?" abah Dul asked in surprise because Kosim was also sprawled last night.

"It's better Bah. I feel no problem with my body condition" Kosim said.

"Oh, yes, be careful on the road not to dream much," said Abah Dul.

After packing his work equipment Kosim parted to Arin and also Mbak Dewi and Mahmud all permission to bring his motorcycle.

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Kosim takes his motorcycle relaxed. Pantura road in the morning is always crowded by angkot-angkot that overtake each other ahead of hunting passengers. Sometimes Kosim braked suddenly because the angkot in front of him pulled over and stopped suddenly and almost Kosim hit him.

Motorcycles stop at the traffic light because the light is red. Just now Kosim stopped his ears buzzing, Kosim reflexes covered his ears but he forgot to wear a helmet. He just lowered his head to listen to the voice without likeness with a smile to laugh at him who covered his ears while wearing a helmet.

"Be careful there are women not men"

Kosim was stunned for a moment. Are there women, not humans? Becanda, thought Kosim underestimating and ignoring the voice message without such likeness. Kosim immediately put his motorcycle back on after the green light came on.

Until entering the road leading to the project where he worked as a building porters, a distance of 10 meters appeared on the side of the road Kosim saw a woman standing. The woman wore a long skirt patterned with flowers dominated by red. On the right shoulder of the woman hung a brown bag.

In visibility on a motorcycle, Kosim was stunned to see the woman waving her hand to stop her vehicle. Kosim was hesitant whether to stop his motorcycle or stop another vehicle behind him. Kosim turned his head back but there was no vehicle, meaning he was the one who dismissed the woman, Kosim thought.

With doubt Kosim's motorcycle stopped a meter in front of the woman.

"Bak stopped me?" ask Kosim plain.

"Yes mas, I can ride from earlier there is no vehicle passing," said the woman as she looked at Kosim's eyes.

Stared like that Kosim felt careless and awkward. Not wanting to linger in that awkward situation Kosim immediately let the woman ride in his arms. He immediately returned his motorcycle.

"Why not go where it was going. Why was I not nanya, yes" murmured Kosim in regretting heart.

The woman on the motor of Kosim is like hearing the inner Kosim speak, "My ear to the end of this road mas," she exclaimed a little hardened her voice in Kosim's ear.

The road to the project has passed but Kosim continues to advance. Kosim should turn right to his workplace but without realizing Kosim as if he did not see the road. He followed the female lead behind him and forgot his own purpose.

About 20 minutes later the woman in Kosim's bollocks patted him on the shoulder. Kosim pulled over and put down his motorcycle, "Here..?!" asked Kosim while looking to the side.

"That front turn left of the house at the very end of the mas," said the woman in the boncegan.

Cosim was alone without being able to resist. The motorcycle drove back and then turned left as directed by the woman.

Not long ago, "Stop, stop! Mas," exclaimed the woman in the bonce.

Kosim stopped in front of a large house of ancient buildings surrounded by an iron fence. The yard is quite roomy with a green expanse of Japanese grass. Ornamental trees as the adult waist is spaced with each other standing on the edge of the yard. It looks beautiful but quiet like there is no activity in it.

"Let's go in mas" said the woman with a sweet smile.

Kosim's view on the yard and the house instantly switched. His eyes suddenly focused on seeing the woman's smile, instantly his heart felt trembling looking at her.

Not much to ask Kosim according to just get off his motorcycle walking while leading his motorcycle following the woman in through the iron gate of the house.

Kosim should quickly return to his work place that passed. But his mind no longer remembers if he wants to go to the project. Kosim continued to follow the steps of the woman in a red dress patterned with flowers until she reached the door. Kosim set his bike under a Cambodian tree filled with white flowers and yellow ornaments in the hollow of his pistil.

"Sit down first, I get coffee, yes" said the woman as if she knew Kosim's favorite.

When the door was opened, the cold wind burst into Kosim's body. Even the whirling wind that came out of the house made a red dress patterned with flowers open. Kosim unintentionally looked at it then quickly threw his face away looking at the other side.

Kosim complied without thinking about his purpose to his workplace again. He sat on the white chair at the corner of the right porch. His eyes were busy looking around the surroundings. Many plants flowers are variegated in pots that hang along the bottom of the roof of the house.

Soon the woman reappeared with a tray of coffee and cake in the jar.

"Please mas, o yes my name is Kumala," the woman reached out with a seductive smile.

"Kosim," he answered briefly receiving Kumala's handshake.

There was a subtle sigh creeping through his palm as Kumala shook her hand. Kosim was stunned to see the beauty of the girl in front of him. Instantly Kosim became self-forgotten, no longer remembering his purpose and status. All he felt was a sudden sense of happiness controlling his heart.

"Mas will have lunch with me here, yes" said Komala.

The word 'lunch' made Kosim surprised that he was ready to go to the project. Hurry he said goodbye, "Yes I've left first yes mbak," said Kosim.

"Call him mbak, anyway. Kuuummm maaala," said Kumala flirtatiously.

"Eh, i, yes, Komala, yes" Kosim repeated.

"Not Komala but Kumala mas" Kumala said as she rolled her eyes with her laughter.

Even though he said goodbye, but Kosim did not step away. His feet were heavy to walk. Kosim was back. Kosim looks confused sometimes his consciousness arises but a moment later returned not to remember his purpose again.

Cosim does not realize that he is in another dimension of nature where space and time are not the same as in the world.

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