Trapped in Ramadhan
Part 13 - Among Humans
...Among Humans...
8 Ramadan. Afternoon.
So then... This was my momentary conclusion; the piece of memory I had seen as if I was living it myself was the memory of a human who had once been a member of the Two-wheeled Gang. Who her? I don't know. All I know is, this human was also involved in a clash with the White Mafia and was once aided by Rian. So based on that, here's my plan; I'll be around Rian for as long as I can to hope to see the pieces of his memory and know the identity of the man whose pieces of memory I've seen all this time. Simple plan is genius, isn't it? I knew this would work. At least I hope this 99.9% will work.
Around Rian. This is exactly what I've done in the last 10 hours. But I must admit... I haven't gotten anything about his old life. Although I got quite a lot of information about his current life. Early today a young woman of Rian's age came to his residence to bring food for Sahur. The long black-haired girl wearing the green canal shirt had a speck of mole under her lips. He came on foot from behind Ruko and they dined Sahur both in that place. Precisely in the back room of the shop. The room is converted into a bedroom with a small bathroom. From their chat I found out this girl named Bella. And they're pretty close.
"So it's because you were gang-raped by those three people?" The worried Bella inquired about the cuts and bruises on Rian's body.
"Yes." Yeah." Rian replied while nodding.
"Still sick?" Ask Bella.
"It still feels bad." Rian acknowledged. "But Adam's oil is quite potent as well."
Bella nodded in understanding. "So I was just bait for your fishing line?"
"More or less so." Sahut Rian hesitated.
"But they should know you're out of the gang." Bella.
"They know." Said Rian. "But it doesn't matter. Maybe the target is a former member."
"For revenge?"
"For what else?"
"You know them? Maybe you used to fight them?"
"Maybe..." Rian said while remembering. "But if I had fought them, I would have remembered." Reciprocity.
Even when it was obvious that Rian was digging into his memory, I still could not absorb and see the pieces of his memory.
After a moment of silence, with a smile on her face Bella said, "Thank God you can get away from them and not get seriously hurt. I'm glad I can still be with you."
"Me too!" Rian said quickly as he looked at Bella's face. After a few seconds, he started laughing.
"What's? Is there something funny on my face?" Bella asked with a red face.
"So. There's nothing." Answer Rian quickly. "I just remember what my grandfather said in the village." Reveal it.
"What's that?"
"You might think this is weird." Rian started. "When I fought those three guys. I feel like someone helped me get away from them. It seems like someone is controlling my body." Rian stopped to look at Bella's expression. And his expression showed that he wanted to hear the rest of Rian's story.
"My grandfather used to tell me about the magical protector." Rian started again. "The invisible shield that will help you when you need it. So I just remembered after what I had last night." Close it.
Bella nodded in understanding after being silent for a moment. "Invisible shield, huh?"
"Any, right?"
"The magic exists." Bella. "So if this Protector has indeed helped you, I thank him for his kindness."
After finishing eating Sahur, Rian drove Bella to his house which is only four houses behind Ruko. Later he went to the Mosque for the Fajr Prayer.
I was just watching from my favorite tree outside the mosque fence, thinking about what they were talking about my intervention that helped Rian fight his bully. The invisible protector. Not too bad nickname in my opinion.
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All morning until noon I noticed how Rian managed his business. Motorcycle repair shop Tambal tire named Brothers motor. Motorcycle parts are displayed in glass cabinets or hanging on the wall of the main room Ruko. While the air compressor connected to the hose is on the right side of the front porch. On the left side was a long bench without a wooden back. And in front of the door of the empty left shophouse there are also two outer tires of the truck stacked with plywood on it near the long bench earlier.
Most people come to the workshop to increase the air pressure of the motorcycle tire or patch the leaking tire. But there was one person who came to take care of the bike this afternoon. A young man of Rian's age with a beard adorning his face. From their chat, I found out that Big brother Rian was coming home for family business. They also discussed the Two-wheeled Gang.
"More and more people are wearing the Two-Wheel logo." Said the bearded Youth. "They're getting brutal. Especially in the South."
"South." Rian's birthday. "Southern Division. Rimba. They were the most savage."
"But if the Chief returns, maybe they can be tamed again." Thought the bearded Youth.
Rian shook his head. "He will not return. You weren't there at the time."
"White Mafia."
"They're the worst."
"Now the Two-wheeled Gang is so much worse than the White Mafia."
"We've never been a good party, have we?"
"We used to have a code of ethics. Standard! We attack the one who attacks first. Not every person we meet on the street!"
"The fact is we're no longer part of two wheels. That's the past." Rian said to end the conversation.
"But we can't ride our bikes and get out of the past without ever seeing the rearview mirror." Reply Bearded Youth.
Rian remained silent. It must be because what his friend said reflected what he had just been through. Then after a few seconds, he looked at his friend and said, "You read that on the internet?"
His friend simply replied with a wide smile.
Again, I can't see any memory of them. But because this bearded young man wasn't in a clash against the White Mafia. It means he's not the man I'm looking for. I'm still at a dead end.
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After waiting this long and not getting any memory pieces, I started to get bored. Then came the biker to the Biker Brothers who caught my attention. The rider who came to patch his motorcycle tire is a package delivery girl wearing jeans and a black jacket. When she took off her helmet and revealed a pretty face with wavy black hair cut by a neck, I never thought I would see a familiar face. This girl is the owner of Darko, the black cat that I consider my friend.
When Rian finished patching this girl's motorcycle tire, I decided to ignore my initial mission. Now I have a new mission to escort this girl to the end of delivering all the packages carried in the large cloth bag on her matic motorbike. Because if I don't control him and it turns out that one of those barbaric Two-wheeled Gangs attacked him and grabbed his package and worse it's gonna hurt him, I can't afford to meet Drako. So, I ran after him.
My first stop surprised me. I didn't suspect it at all. Not far from the Brothers motorbike, we stopped at Al-Alim Mosque. That's right, delivering the package to Adam the Marbot Mosque. And it seems they have met often.
Adam looked happy when this girl came, as if he had waited a long time for her to come. But after he received the package in the form of a box that is not too big, his happiness immediately faded.
"It's not the book I ordered." Adam said with a confused face. "The address is right. This seems to be the wrong package. This is not what I ordered."
After checking the data in his package once again, Adam let out a weak sigh. "It's from my friend."
"This is your new order!" The girl handed me another package whose size is not much different.
"Yes. Here goes!" Adam cried out whose spirit appeared again.
"I saw the title of the book your friend ordered." Said the Girl. "The title is quite interesting." Reciprocity.
"The ghost, the walking memory of a deceased human. My friend does love mystical books." Adam's Light. "This is the third book. Once a month." Continue with a less enthusiastic tone of voice.
"You can send it back to your friend."
"I'm tempted to do that. But, he must have sent her back here again. His head is harder than a rock."
"Weight, huh?"
"Over ordeal during fasting. You still fasting?"
"Alhamdulillah is still."
"Alhamdulillah then."
They exchanged smiles, and suddenly the atmosphere became awkward for the next half minute.
"I have to continue between these packages." Said the Girl later.
"Don't want to stay here until Ashar?" Ask Adam quickly.
The girl looked at her watch before replying, "It's still more than half an hour away. So, maybe next time."
"Yes, yeah. Okay. Thanks for the package." Adam Say.
The girl replied with a smile before turning on her motorbike and drove away from Al-Alim Mosque.
"Do you know him?" I asked Adam.
"You could say so." Adam tried to ignore my presence, but after the girl left, he spoke while looking at me directly.
"Who is he?" My pot.
"Name Rossa. Courier package. Living in the South." Adam quickly and confidently.
There is something that feels awkward from its usually calm nature. Hold still... Could it?
"You like it!" Accuse me.
"What's? Whatchu mean?" Adam asked with a completely unsettled expression.
"You know what I mean!" Attack me.
"Don't just accuse me!" The denial.
"Your reaction confirms my accusation!" Urge again.
"I don't.." Adam stopped himself. Then he exhaled and said, "I don't have to clarify anything. I have other, more important business." He stepped out of me.
I also have other more important matters. Escort Rossa. So I ran after him. As soon as I caught up, I followed him to deliver the rest of the package he had brought to some other place. Rossa rode her matic motorbike quickly and smoothly across the asphalt road to a densely populated settlement. The humans who received the package looked happy. I was escorting Rossa until she reported to her Central office and returned to her South home.
Nightly.
Rossa went to the Mosque to pray Isya and Tarawih. So I accompanied him to play Darko until he came home. This black cat can see me. And even though I can't communicate with him like when communicating with humans. I don't know why I feel Darko can understand my words. I'm glad to see him again. But being somewhere near where I once met the blue-eyed Youth, evoked my memories of her. And this is something that always bothers me.
When I arrived at Al-Alim Mosque, there were still some children whose Tadarus Quran was guided by Adam. I waited until they all came home, then talked to Adam.
"Have you ever met someone like me?" I asked when we were at his place.
"I'm not too sure." Adam answered doubtfully. "This whole thing I've seen has never been as clear as you are now."
"But do you know any other human being who might also be able to see me?" Ask again.
"I'm not too sure either."
"So you don't know a man whose eyes are blue?"
"You met a man whose eyes were burning blue? When's? Where's?" Ask Adam to talk.
"Before Ramadan." My solute. "In the South. In the alley near Rossa's house."
"You know Rossa's house?" Ask Adam off topic.
"Yes, I know."
"Where do you know that?"
"Hey!" Istopped my finger. "Focus! Blue eyed man."
"OK..." Adam said his focus was back. "You remember the White Mafia I told you about?"
"There's not a thousand years. I obviously remember!"
"The news is that the first generation White Mafia was disbanded after all its members were defeated by one man." Reveal Adam. "The man whose eyes light a blue light."
"Only?" I don't believe it.
"The news is so." Adam's Sahut. "The man became an urban legend. The Danger blue!"
"The Blue danger!? Humans are dangerous! He was still young but could take out the blue fireball from his hand! I almost burned it! If I see him again I won't lose! I will avenge our defeat at that time!" I let out all my annoyance. Then I saw Adam's face looking at me with wide eyes, and realized I must have overreacted. "Ah... I gotta get out of here."
"Please..." Adam finally said.
I went through the wall to the front yard of Al-Alim Mosque. As soon as I was out here, I felt a black aura of hatred as big as last night. But this time I also got a picture of the source in my mind. I saw the familiar two-door shophouse building. From the courtyard of Al-Alim Mosque I saw the source of the black aura... It came from the Motor Brothers!