USTADZ
4. Rescuer

"Lately, the capital is being stirred with the existence of the Samurai motorcycle gang that is troubling the community. This motorcycle gang has been involved in various acts of violence and criminal acts that cause fear and insecurity among the citizens of the city. Ask the people of Jakarta to be more careful, especially at night.."

The news has been featured on national television in recent days. All the special people who live in Jakarta feel afraid, not least with Syahla who has entered the first semester of his studies.

"Be careful Loh Nduk, Umi saw in the news he said there were young women who were kidnapped. You don't come home at night, don't be alone." Order Umi Zahra every time you call her. Shahla's response remained the same, as much as possible trying to calm the mother.

"Yes Umi, Umi take it easy. The police have already started patrols. Kos-kosan Syahla is also close, only need to walk five minutes. Shahla will make sure to always go home before maghrib,"

"Yes, that's good. If you're hungry, you don't have to go out, just order online."

"Ready Umi!"

Unfortunately, tonight Syahla was forced to go home late because she did not realize that she had spent hours in the library. The early semester was indeed a warehouse task, and Syahla's task was to find as many references for the material of his paper. Actually, the work will not be long if done in groups, unfortunately, the group of friends there is nothing useful at all.

"Sorry yes, I have to go home today, my grandmother is sick," That was the reason of one of her group members.

"My girlfriend ngajak watch, later I pay to print the same photocopy deh," That's the reason of another friend.

In the end, Syahla does everything alone. Let it be, he also does not intend to include the names of other members on the cover of his paper later.

When he came out of the library, Syahla saw that his watch had shown at six in the afternoon. Jesus, he hasn't prayed maghrib yet. With a hasty step, Syahla half ran towards her costs.

At first, everything felt fine while on the big road. But the problem arose when Syahla began to turn into a small alley.

Syahla's innocence was at the end of that small alley. Not a long road, but rather scary also if taken by foot at night. Moreover, the street lighting seemed to be flickering, it was time to be replaced.

A motor light made Syahla sigh in relief. He doesn't feel alone anymore. But, wait, why is the light getting longer and longer?

Syahla began to feel something was wrong when another motor light came from behind her. His instincts tell him he is in danger.

The long sword held by the front rider made Syahla's heart stop beating. His breath began to gasp, and he clenched himself against the wall of the fence behind him.

Geng Motor Samurai, a youth group that has lately become the main topic of the most feared citizens of Jakarta. Syahla had no idea what dreams she had last night until she met them today.

The sword holder came down from the motor. Although covered in a helmet, Syahla could feel that the man's face was very scary.

"Please!" Rintih Syahla's. "Don't hurt me,"

Instead of feeling pity, those people laughed out loud.

"Sweet lady," The heavy voice of the man in front of her made Syahla shudder. "Come with us,"

"No!" As powerful as possible, Syahla swung his totebag containing a laptop. Right on target, because the man was immediately knocked down by Syahla's punch.

Feeling that there was a chance, the girl immediately ran in the opposite direction, towards the highway. It was the only solution he could think of right now.

The roar of a motorbike roaring behind him as well as the glare of lights that followed him made Syahla's heart flutter.

"Bismillahilladzi laa yadhurru ma’asmihi syai-un fil ardhi wala fis samaa’ wa huwas samii’ul ‘aliim.." Shahla chanted the prayer while continuing to run forward. The highway looks like a lot of vehicles passing by. But no one wants to stop.

"Please!" Shahla made a reckless decision, standing in the middle of the road. Unfortunately, the Samurai motorcycle gang was already around him, encircling him who was standing alone.

Sally started crying. The head of the gang that he had hit seemed to walk towards him, and Syahla's legs were no longer able to support his body. He fell down and closed his eyes. Already resigned to what will happen.

One second, two seconds, nothing happened. After ten seconds passed and nothing touched her, Syahla ventured to open her eyes.

A man in a white shirt stood gallantly in front of him. His hand blocked the long sword from touching Shahla. Instead, he made his sturdy arm a shield.

"Ustadz Amar's.." Shahla looked at the man's face. Before long, the sound of police sirens approached them. The motorbike gang panicked, hurriedly gas-fired leaving the place.

"Hey! Don't run!" Shouted the police. But the biker gang really didn't run out of wits, they purposely split up to make it hard for the police to chase them.

"Ustad!" Syahla no longer cares whether the goddamn gang is caught or not. He soon saw the bleeding arm of Ustadz Amar.

"Astaghfiullah!" Syahla was shocked because her wound was wide open. "Don't move Ustadz!"

Shahla immediately spilled all the contents of her totebag, took out a handkerchief and carefully bandaged the wound of Ustadz Amar. The two remaining policemen then drove them to a nearby hospital.

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"Ouch! Ow hell! Careful doctor!"

The words were not uttered by Ustadz Amar whose wound was being sewn, but by Shahla who was watching next to him.

"Slow down, doc!"

The male doctor took a deep breath. "Sir, if there is no need for anything please come out yes,"

Shahla shook her head quickly. "No! I want to accompany Ustadz Amar here!"

"You're interrupting" Ustadz Amar finally intervened. His voice still sounded authoritative even though his face looked deathly pale. "The doctor is not focused because of you. You better wait outside,

"No, no Ustadz! I want to accompany Ustadz here! I'm kan—"

"One.."

"Ustad!"

"Two.."

Syahla. In such a state of severe injury Ustadz Amar was still fierce. And strangely Syahla was also still afraid of the count that was never completed until the three, because he had quickly come out before Ustadz Amar finished it.

While waiting outside the room, Syahla's tears were unceasingly flowing. He still felt fear and trauma because of the incident just now.

Her crying was so loud that a nurse approached her. "Sorry, is anyone sick?"

Syahla shook her head while continuing to cry. "I'm okay Sus,"

"Correct? But it's all blood's on his shirt,"

Shahla followed the direction of the nurse's eyes to the clothes she was wearing. It turned out to be true, his clothes were a lot of bloodstains. But he did not feel any pain at all because he was not hurt. Realizing that, Syahla tears again spread.

"It's not my sister's blood, but my savior's blood,"