Trapped in Ramadhan
Part 12 - History of Violence

...Violent History...

7 Ramadan. Nightly.

"So that's... If you ask me how I could hijack her body, I answer... Don't know."

I sat with Adam, the Marbot of Al-Alim Mosque, in his dwelling. Just finished telling me about my strange experience while possessing the body of Rian who was being beaten by three vengeful Youths because he was once a member of the Two-wheeled Gang.

"So you went to Rian's place because you felt a black aura from here?" Ask Adam. "Black aura?"

"It's a kind of manifestation of the energy that arises from human negative emotions." My light.

"Oh, yeah.." Adam nodded. "What you're saying is also in line with Rian's story and the situation."

I don't know what's in a human cerebellum. But I'm sure it's not every day that humans can interact with the Dark Jin who just hijacked another human body and pranked the other three until they're scared. Even so, Adam reacted calmly. As if this was normal for him. There's no need to be human to know this isn't normal at all.

Not many humans can interact with Jin in both directions. For half a month I've only met three humans. So far the three give a completely different impression from each other. The first was the young man whose two eyes glowed blue. In his only encounter with her, the blue-eyed young man beat me and fellow Jin friends with his magical blue fire until we ran away in excitement.

Second Joko, the blind old man who can feel my presence. Although he is old enough for the size of the human age, but do not be fooled by his outward appearance. Joko is a tough human with sharp thinking and sharper innuendo. But I always thought he was my friend. Sometimes it makes me upset. But that's what friends are, right?

The third is Adam. A man in his early twenties. He had always ignored me for the past three days before his patience ran out. I think Adam is a rare kind of man. He is always diligent and pay attention to neatness and cleanliness, it seems like a requirement to enter qualifications as a Mosque Manager. But that is how it is, can be seen from the room, also the way of dress and appearance. Neatly styled hair, as well as his whiskers and thin beard. Even so he is not the stiff type in getting along. Adam interacts with many humans in a relaxed and friendly manner. And he is also calm as he is now.

"Rian can't see you." Adam started. "So I represented her to thank you for helping her earlier. Twice even." Further.

"Yes. That's no problem for me." My reply. "I just don't like it when they're playing. I had to anyway. I'm trapped in his body." I admit.

"You just help her." Adam said. "The injury is a lot. It'd be worse if you didn't help him."

I'm not arguing that. But I'm really curious about Rian's past. Because even though I had a chance to get into his body. But there was not a single piece of his memory I saw. So I'll just ask Adam.

"That's... It's a little complicated." Said Adam.

"I'm a creature that only a few humans can see who just possessed a human that can't see me and against three other humans who can't see me either." My word. "I've always lived in trouble!"

"Yes, you're right." Adam was cut off after a moment of silence. "You know the Motorcycle Workshop and the tire patch that's in the shophouse that's there?" He asked with his hands pointing towards the East, opposite the oil palm plantation where Rian was ganged up.

"The shop next door is empty?" I asked back to confirm.

"Yes, that one." Answer Adam. "Rian lives there with his brother. They came from the village about three years ago." Reveal it before continuing. "About two and a half years ago Rian joined the Two-wheeled Gang. About two years ago two-wheelers were getting more and more. That used to be just in the North, so it's everywhere. Until here get it?"

"Yes, yeah. Continue on!" I said impatiently.

Adam started to tell me again. "Saking a lot of members, so it's more difficult to manage. So their Chairman, one of the Founders of the Two-wheeled Gang, he split his members into groups that had their own leaders. If it's not wrong Rian called it Division. Rian... He's the Leader of the Western Division."

"This man is the most brutal former Gang Leader in the city?" I don't believe it. "She was beaten up by the three sneaks before I came."

"It wasn't a fair fight." Adam Say. "And two wheels aren't always brutal."

"Whatchu mean? They used to be peace-loving gangs that taught the good in the streets?"

"No. But they only clashed with the Gang or other Group which was more negative."

"more negative?"

"White Mafia?" My Deuteronomy. "Can't they pick a cooler name?" I asked, to which Adam's head was answered. "After all the colors, why White? Is that their color? They're hanging around in all white clothes?"

"Not under it." Adam said hesitantly. "But reportedly white is their leader's favorite color. And their actions are the opposite of anything that symbolizes white."

"Humans with their eccentric nature." My comment. "You are pathetic.."

"You still want to hear the follow-up?"

"Yes, yeah. Continue on!"

"The first-generation White Mafia operated in a neighboring town. After disbanding, some of their members migrated to this city."

"Wait a minute, disbanded?"

"That's another story. It has nothing to do with the Two-wheeled Gang."

"okay... I get it." My words process everything I just heard. "So the remains of their members formed a new Mafia group in this city. This second-generation White Mafia is fighting the Two-wheeled Gang?"

"After the White Mafia confronted them first." Said Adam. "After the war the White Mafia was once again disbanded by defeat and by chance their new leader was arrested by the police for a case. But afterwards... The Chairman of the Two-wheeled Gang gathered the Division Leader and declared his resignation."

"Return? But he's their Chairman, right? Who's replacement?"

"Nothing." Adam answered, shaking. "Rian said the other Division Leaders did not accept their Chairman's decision. So they move on their own. Keep carrying the name of the Two-wheeled Gang. Members began to break up into smaller groups. And worst of all, the name Two-Wheel became more and more famous until it gave rise to fake gangs who used their names and symbols to riot. But Rian decided to follow in their Chairman's footsteps. Because he understands what the reason is."

"What's the reason?" Meanyaku hunt.

Adam looked at me seriously as he said, "One of them became a victim. Severe wounds to the head. The victim was taken to Ambrosia Hospital and..."

I didn't listen to the rest of the story, because I got carried away to different places and times. I was standing on one side of a two-way asphalt road. Across the street, a large house with a fence surrounding it stood facing me. Outside the fence of the house, there were countless humans. Men in the age range of two to thirty years looked furiously at me. But I'm not alone. Alongside me, I was accompanied by many humans. Young man in two-wheeled Gangs.

When one of us started screaming to attack, we all ran towards the enemy. Clashes ensued, some fighting in an empty field behind us that had signboards for sale, some of them attacking each other on the asphalt road in front of the house, including me. My first opponent was a man who was around his mid-twenties with thin hair almost plontos. He's a pretty tough opponent. We exchanged punches and kicks until his right punch hit my stomach. I quickly slenderly retaliated by also hitting his stomach. Then red his back, pushed him down, and slammed a snoring attack into his stomach. Then push him who is still down.

As my opponent stood staggering, I punched him and dropped him. He who lies retaliates by kicking me in the stomach. But I can endure the pain and move forward while sticking my foot in his face. Then I squatted on it and punched him in the face. Continue by raising his head and banging it into the asphalt below. I punched him in the face a few times.

Someone strangled me with his arm from behind and dragged me away from my opponent who was still lying. A second later, the arm choked off my neck. As I turned around, I saw a thin-faced young man with a bird-like nose attacking the person who had just strangled me. His eye bags were not as scary as when I met him, but what helped me was obviously Rian who was wearing a T-shirt with the Two-wheeled Gang logo inside his jacket.

Our opponents were mostly more mature, but we won the amount, and we took advantage of it. We work together against the enemy. Help each other and protect others. But the second wave of opposing members who had just come out of the gate of the house was planning to turn things around by carrying wooden beams as weapons to attack us.

When I saw one of the Two-wheeled Gang members wearing a batik-patterned headband with one leg limping was fighting one of the wooden-carrying enemies, I ran to help him. I lunged and kicked the wooden man. He proceeded to punch him a few times. When the opponent retaliated by floating his wooden beams, I managed to dodge by looking down and punching him in the stomach. He retreated to keep his distance and attacked again with his wood. This time I held his arm and one of my hands grabbed the wood to grab it. Then the young man with the headband appeared from beside me, kicked the opponent twice back and the grip on the wood weakened to make it easier for me to seize it. The young man continued to beat the opponent until he fell on the asphalt.

While holding the wooden block in my hand, I looked around. Although some of the enemies used wood, it seemed like the other members of the Two-wheeled Gang could handle it. That's when I saw the thick curly-haired young man whose head was hit by a wooden beam several times until he fell on the asphalt with a bloody head. I knew him! He's the one I've been looking at all this time, this is the cause of it!

"Man! Man!" Adam's voice gave me back. "You okay? Your eyes are flickering."

I looked around me and realized I was in Adam's residence at Al-Alim Mosque. But I gotta get out of here.

I ran through the wall. Keep running away from Al-Alim Mosque. I don't know how exactly, but I made it here. On the asphalt road stood a large house fenced in one side. In other sebrang is not an empty field with sign boards for sale, but a new four-door shophouse half built. But I'm sure this is the place. Two-wheeled Gang Place clashes with White Mafia. Tonight there are not many vehicles passing on the asphalt road. And the big house whose lights weren't on seemed to be empty for a long time. Makes this place seem lonely under the night sky.

I crouched on the asphalt where the two-wheeled Youth Gang members were lying helplessly. The palm of my hand that is not covered by a bandage I stick it to the asphalt with concentration so that my hand does not penetrate it. Suddenly the atmosphere around me was like a crowd. I could hear many humans shouting full of anger while attacking each other. It was like I was here when the clash took place.

I am the Dark Jin who lost his memory trapped alone on Earth during Ramadan. And lately I've learned that I can pull human memory pieces. So it's possible that what I've seen all along is the memory of a human in the Two-wheeled Gang. But the clash felt very real. If I were here when it happened. Could this clash be, I started it? Could it be that the tragedy that befell the members of the Two-wheeled Gang was my fault?