You Are My Sunshine
The Part 144
"Oh my God. The madam went out of town not even wearing a jacket. She had just left wearing the dress she had worn to campus, "Mum Rina flicked her fingers in agitation.
"I'll catch up with him now." The woman opened the door of one of her cars to drive.
"Wait a minute, sir. I'll get you a jacket for the lady." Ms. Rina ran inside the house without wasting any more time.
"Sir, shouldn't I drive? I'm afraid you're not focused. Driving while using a mobile phone is very dangerous," said Mr. Jono.
"Yes already. We need to move fast. Don't waste any more time because it's getting dark."
Mr. Jono immediately took over sitting in the steering position and quickly Bu Rina was back in the garage with a light brown paper bag containing Dara's jacket, some small snacks and warm honey ginger water relieve nausea in a small flask.
"Be careful, sir." Ms. Rina bowed respectfully and the car sped out of the garage as fast as lightning.
*****
The day began to darken, cold air began to creep to greet the surface of his skin. Dara gasped and realized that she was driving so far from home when her bike started running out of fuel.
Dara stopped her vehicle and looked around, it seemed like this was the road to the burial area. His eyes caught the brand sign, about ten meters from where he stopped by the gate of the cemetery where his late father and Almira were buried.
Did his instincts lead him to come visit Arif as well as Almira? dara hasn't been here in a long time. They might miss him as much as he did.
"Sorry sir, can I leave this bike here while I make a pilgrimage? I also want to ask, where is the nearest fuel seller? my motor fuel seems to be running low." Dara asked politely to the shop owner.
"Please Non. Just get it here. People who make pilgrimages usually park their vehicles in my shop. If the place that sells fuel is far enough away from here, it's probably about two kilo meters. But before dark it is usually the stall that sells gasoline is closed," explained the shop owner.
"Mmm. thanks for the info sir. Then I'll make a pilgrimage first." Dara retreats to step into the burial area, about the fuel she will think about later.
"Non came here alone?" ask the seller.
Dara stopped her steps and turned her head for a moment, "Yes sir." Then he nodded politely and continued his steps.
"Sir, it is not dangerous for girls to travel alone even though the day has gone up at night. From her clothes it looks like the lady is a rich man even though the bike is butut. Was he not afraid of the begal who often roamed the nights along the deserted streets to this area?" An aged woman emerged from behind the back curtain connecting the stall with her residence. She was the wife of the owner of the shop.
"Father has been wondering the same thing in my heart. So I asked him if he came alone or not because he was worried. This lady runs out of fuel too, but around here gas sellers are very rare."
"Three coffee's on."
Some buyers interrupted their chat and the seller and his wife returned to serving customers.