Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
06. Dispart

They came out of the thickets and now arrived at the asphalt road.  Whether connected to the asphalt road where, Aiza was confused.  That place is foreign. 

“Here you will not find taxis or public transportation.  We go to the crossroads ahead there so that there can be a motorcycle or something,” said the man while pointing at the intersection of the road a little far ahead there.

Aiza did not respond, just resigned.  The man had looked tired of walking while carrying the weight of Aiza's body, which although slim but the weight was decent. 

Soon they reached the crossroads.  An ojek stopped for a moment after the man waved his hand.  

Aiza refused when told to go up to the motorcycle.  He was traumatized, afraid that the ojek would do nothing to him.  Aiza backed off and didn't want to ride the bike.

“Trust me, you will be safe.  I know this Mas Ojek.  She's good.”  The man was convincing.

Like being remoted, Aiza finally obeyed the words of the man.  He's piggybacking.  

“Eh, jacket!” aiza shouted as the motor had already sped up.

The man was silent, turning back, walking in the opposite direction.

***

"Oh my God, Aiza! Why this?" Qanita, uminya Aiza was shocked to welcome the arrival of Aiza who looks very chaotic when coming down from the ojek. Beside the hadith's body was wet, as well as a pale face, his legs were sore and unable to walk. The girl's clothes were dirty with the ground.

Qanita pays the ojek and gets Aiza's body into the house. He led her to her spacious room and sat the girl to the side of the bed.

"Astaghfirullah's... Why deck?" Zahra appeared and was surprised to see Aiza's condition. She is Aiza's older sister, a gentle girl who never takes off her hijab, just like Qanita.

"Here, let brother change his clothes." Zahra looks for the robe and scarf in Aiza's closet. Didn't miss her underwear, she also took it. Zahra painstakingly, helped Aiza change clothes.

Qanita came out and brought back warm water.

Aiza took a sip until it ran out. So thirsty.

"What's going on, Deck?" zahra asked after Aiza looked a little calm. He sat by his sister and rubbed the eucalyptus oil on Aiza's soles so that she felt a little warmer.

Qanita and Zahra looked extremely anxious, How can't you?  Ha pe Aiza was left at home so she could not be reached, then she came home late at night in a drenched state and sprained legs

"Statoh from the bike," Aiza replied without wanting to tell her the gripping experience she had earlier. About the life that was on the verge of being chased by the residents of the mosquito, about the two thugs who intercepted him, also about the strange man who dragged him into the serious problem. 

That was only Aiza's explanation to make umi and her brother no longer worry about her.  If only he told all the events that happened, of course his mother would forbid him to take Arabic lessons again.  

So, to find it safe, it is better to say whatever needs to be said, and hide what does not need to be said.

 Sometimes there are better things to tell, and some are good to hide. The important thing is that Aiza did not lie, she actually fell off the bike.

"Where's your bike now?" ask Zahra.

"In the workshop."

"Oh my goodness, Za. Why not call my sister? Brother can pick you up. Don't have to be this miserable this time, deck." Zahra's concerned.

"You have a hape. I'll let umi and your sister know if there's anything. Don't get like this. Look at your condition until it's like this. Shivering in the cold like this, walking out can't," commented Qanita who was much more anxious.

Aiza smiled. "Ha pe Aiza missed at home so can't tell you. Maybe lowbet has not been stamped since two days ago. No need for baper. Aiza's okay."

Seriate