Trapped in Ramadhan
Part 11 - The Wheel of Hatred

...Hatred's Wheel...

7 Ramadan. Nightly.

A strange thing happened tonight when I fused with a human named Rian and took control of his body. I was forced to protect myself and Rian from the 3 Youths who ganged on me... We, ganged on us. The point is now that I ran away from the three of them on Rian's motorcycle. My goal, Masjid Al-Alim was only a few meters away, and I saw no sign of the three young men chasing me as I glanced into the rearview mirror. It's because of my brilliant idea to drop their bike. Okay, I admit it wasn't purely my idea, but Rian's. But I still control his body. And doing that isn't easy, just so you know.

Strange things happened again when I turned from the asphalt road to the tiled road, drove about 4 meters and then crossed the open fence of Al-Alim Mosque.

"Boom!"

I bounced out of Rian's body, fell lying down and drowned on the tile floor. Not a fun process. And not cool at all. But I could get up and stand on both my feet. The first thing I did was check on Rian. Fortunately he did not faint and managed to put his motorcycle in the courtyard of the mosque without having to have a single accident. Even though he limped after it. It must be because the adrenaline effect has disappeared and the wounds are starting to feel.

Rian was helped by the Young Marbot who seemed to be still waiting for me who left suddenly on the terrace of the Mosque. He glanced at me with a questionable expression before helping Rian walk towards the ablution, who immediately turned the tap and cleaned his hands and face bruised from blood with running water. Then they entered the residence of the Young Marbot in the building that was fused with the Tower of the Mosque.

This square-shaped room is not too broad, maybe about 4 x 4 meters. There is a kapuk mattress that docked in one corner of the room. Nearby there is a closet that is 4 plastic drawers stacked. There is a rice cooker, a gas stove along with some other cookware, and a dispenser. There's no TV here, but there's a laptop. And many books are neatly arranged on small shelves made of wood. A small room full and neatly arranged as usual.

"Bringing here while bleeding. This time what's the problem, Rian?" The young man of the Marbot asked after giving his guests sweet tea and a packet of bread. He knows his name is Rian. That means they know each other. No wonder because I always see Rian Salah in this Mosque.

"Ah... I'm not too sure either." Said Rian after drinking his tea. "So at first there were people who bothered Bella. Three people. Bella asked me to talk to them so they wouldn't bother her again." Reciprocity.

They were sitting on mats in the middle of this room. And I sat near them. Of course the one who realized my existence was only the Young Marbot. Rian continued his story.

"So I talked to them and... They don't like me getting mixed up." Rian.

"Yes, they obviously don't like it." Sahut Pemuda Marbot while paying attention to the overall condition of Rian.

"Yep." Said Rian while nodding slowly. "So one of them, whose hair was pigtailed... He's fighting a one-on-one duel."

"You take it?"

"Clearly. It's about Bella! I can't ignore this!"

"OK, okay!" Said the Young Marbot while raising both hands. "Continue."

Rian rubbed his nape while exhaling a long breath and relaxed his still tense muscles before continuing. "Tonight after Tarawih in the Palm Oil Plantation. I came alone, they came in three. First one on one. But the two men went forward as well. I'm dredged. When they told me about the two-wheeled Gang and revenge, I realized Bella was just bait. From the beginning I was the one being targeted."

"Smartial." Comments on Marbot Youth.

"More to be cunning than intelligent." Tympano Rian. "I got beaten up all out."

"But it's great that you can get away with three people."

"That's weird. I was half conscious. It feels like someone's controlling my body when I fight them to get out here."

After hearing Rian's explanation, the Young Marbot immediately glanced at me. "Do you know who they are?" Ask to divert the conversation.

Rian shakes. "Maybe the ones who are vengeful to the Two-wheeled Gang." The canal.

"If not wrong in the Central area there are groups that attack members of the Two-wheeled Gang. Maybe these three are members of his branch in this Western area?"

"The group called Hunters. But reportedly they are only targeting active members of the Two-wheeled Gang. Not an ex-member."

The last three days there's been some mixed news about the Hunters. The group that hunted several groups of Two-wheeled Gangs who were active in the downtown area. Reportedly they gathered the attributes of the Two-wheeled Gang as a trophy. The Two-wheeled Gang was indeed scattered in the Central area, as well as the Western, Eastern, Northern, and Southern suburbs. But it seems like Hunters are just wandering around the Center. News also said their members were not so much. But this is only the beginning.

Judging how brutal the Two-wheeled Gang was in this past year, the goal of Hunters would be understandable to many and would be much imitated. The three people who attacked Rian were proof of the hatred generated from the Two-wheeled Gang. Soon there will be many impersonators of the Hunters group who appear because of their hatred of the biggest and most dangerous motorcycle gang. Just like the many fake Two-wheeled Gangs mushrooming in the city. There will be another big clash in the city.

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"Thank you!" Rian said after rubbing the oil from the Young Marbot to the bruised and injured part of his body. "Tea and bread too."

"No problem. But don't do this often." Said the Marbot Youth.

"I don't want to get battered like this either." Rian defended himself. "I got ganged up."

"Because you accepted their challenge."

"I'm forced. It's about Bella!"

"Yes, yes, Bella. I-i understand. Now let's get out. You have to go home!"

"I'm expelled?"

"Yes! I need some sleep, too. I'm not an owl like you."

"Hey, don't play physical!" Said Rian who felt humiliated. "My nose is natural."

"Who calls your nose?" The Marbot Youth. "I mean your habit of staying up late. How many nights have you not slept? Your eye bags are as big as a kangaroo bag."

Rian reflexes directly touched both of his eye bags with his thumb and right index finger. "It also includes physical humiliation."

There are two other motors that flank the Rian motor. Motor painted green-black and blue-black. The fat-bodied youth occupied the green-black motor on the left. Big nosed youth on a blue-black motor on the right. And on the blue-and-white motor in the middle was a pigtail-haired youth. They were the three sneers that had previously ganged at Rian. I did hear the sound of the motor stopping from inside the room of the Young Marbot, but I could not believe that the three of them had appeared. And from Rian's face, it was obvious that he also did not expect.

"So you ran away here?" Youth Pigeons Saying. Then he walked over accompanied by his two bodyguards on the right and left. "Our problem is not finished."

"Who are you?" Ask the young Marbot.

"Shut up! We have no business with you!" Said the fat youth.

"You better not interfere." Timpal Big nosed youth.

"I'm the Manager of this Mosque." The Marbot Youth. "So if you come to this place to make a scene, it's my business."

"You want to protect this guy?" Youth asked pigtails while pointing at Rian. "He's a Two-wheeled Gang!"

"He's out." The Sahut Youth Marbot.

"Once Two wheels, fixed Two wheels. You can't riot everywhere and just walk out without consequences." As he said that a black aura exuded from his body along with his memory pieces.

Ponytail youth is the leader of a motorcycle group whose members are not too many. They are a group of people who like motorcycles and never riot. But two months ago his group was attacked by the Two-wheeled Gang when he was not with them. Many of its members who had never fought were seriously injured after the attack. Then driven by anger, he along with several other members who were not present during the attack, hit back at the Two-wheeled Gang group that attacked his friends. But a few days later the Two-wheeled Gang with more members attacked him. His newly recovered friends were injured again. They were completely defeated. That was the source of his hatred for the Two-wheeled Gang.

I can understand the hatred of the three of them. But I still can't explain the act of playing a joke to people who have nothing to do with their problems. So I moved behind them. Focused myself on holding the back of the Youth pigtail shirt and pulling it. He who felt suddenly being pulled immediately looked back in bewilderment.

"Who pulled my shirt?" He said to his confused friends.

Then I pulled the tail of the big-nosed Youth belt.

"Who is that?" Ask too.

"What's? What's?" Ask the fat boy.

I pulled his belt a second time.

"What the fuck!" Her screech panicked while holding the tail of her belt.

The pigtail youth and the fat youth who saw him also started to panic. Even Rian was also wailing in confusion. Only the young Marbot stood quietly.

I took advantage of their confusion time to tie the left shoelaces of the chubby Youth with the right shoelaces of the pigtail Youth. Then I tugged on the jacket of the fat Youth who reacted by twitching until the pigtailed Youth fell out of balance due to the force of the fat Youth pulling on their tightly bound legs.

"What the fuck!?" Pekik Youth pigtails. "Who tied this up!?"

"Ghost..." Said the big-nosed Youth slowly.

"Stupid!" Maki Young pigtails are busy trying to untie her shoelaces. "The month of Ramadan where there are ghosts!"

"Gumshhhh!!"

The sound of water pouring profusely from the tap at the ablution place shocked them. From their current position, they could see this tap I just turned. And from my position, I could see their frightened faces.

"The ghost! A ghost!" The big-nosed youth who quickly rode on the blue-black-painted motorbike and turned it on.

After removing the entanglement of his shoelaces, the pigtail Youth also quickly climbed on his motorbike painted green-black. The fat boy followed. But before riding to the back of the green-black motorbike, he took the time to push the Rian motorbike to fall. Then the three of them took out a motorbike quickly leaving the mosque. You coward!

"Strike people! Not motor!" Snap Rian who directly approached the motor and set it to its original position. "What the fuck was that?" Ask who turned to the faucet I just turned off.

"It doesn't matter." The young Marbot who saw me walked up to them. "The positive side is, they probably won't be looking for you again tonight."

"Yes." Yeah." Rian nodded. "But tomorrow they'll be looking for me again. His hatred... It seemed like he would never forgive the Two-wheeled Gang. The riots caused until now, maybe the Two-wheeled Gang will never be forgiven.." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I won't be forgiven either."

"You underestimate the glory of Ramadan." The Marbot Youth. "This month is a blessed month. We are encouraged to compete for good. Then when Eid al-Fitr arrives, we are encouraged to apologize and forgive. Why that?"

"Because it's a tradition, right?" Rian asked back.

"Because after successfully resisting bad passions for a whole month and getting used to doing good, we will more easily open ourselves to admit and apologize for our mistakes, he said, and also to forgive others for the hurt they once gave us. That is the glory of Ramadan. Apologizing and forgiving are the most difficult challenges. Therefore we just really feel like we have won Eid after going through that." Bright Youth Marbot long.

After nodding his head and thanking him once again, Rian paid a farewell to the Young Marbot. "I'm home, Adam!"

I watched as Rian drove off his motorbike leaving Al-Alim Mosque. Then I looked to my right. "So, your name is Adam?"

The young man named Adam turned and said, "Yes. What's yourname?"

"You can call me, Man!" I said while extending my hand.

Adam didn't shake my hand, I also doubt he could do that. But he looked at my hand and said, "Didn't that bandage get to your fingers?"

I looked at my hands and was immediately shocked. Usually my whole body is wrapped in a bandage that glows red. But now from the fingers to the wrist there are no more bandages, only skin that glows red. What does this mean?