Has Been Hanged

06. Hitchhiked

The mountain sports car was forced to stop a few meters behind the Rio after taking sudden brake action. Stop haughty without lowering one of the dark glass doors.

Rio rushed over to the front door glass. Worry if the car will plug in the gas and leave. Then he tapped it a few times with a little loud and bold. The windshield of the passenger section began to slowly decline. The driver's face and body were partially visible.

"Assalamu'alaikum,!" Rio bowed in the glass while throwing his greetings.

"Wa'alaikumsalam,!" the driver from inside looked probing.

"Sorry, sir. We are plantation citizens. Want to hitchhike, my bike's broken." Rio said without a smile. Just pointing the honesty out of his serious face.

"Host a minute, sir. It's just me, kok,,!" Ratria who had approached also seduced.

The driver looked puzzled, looking back for a moment, perhaps asking permission from the person he was carrying. Then looked at Rio and Ratria and nodded at them with a doubtful nod.

"Thank you, sir,!" sahut Ratria with relief. He got Rio before entering and sitting down.

"Mas Rio, isn't papa,?" ask the girl in the hood to her brother. The one asked shook his head. Bend a little on the driver, then move aside and approach the motor. Rio walked back quickly leading his beloved breaking motor.

The car drove past Ratria's older brother in the back. This was common for Ratria. Not selfish or selfish. But right in prioritizing who needs to hitchhike and who should keep going.

It is also cultural in the plantation for the men. Unyielding, brave, giving each other priority, and must be ready to sacrifice at any time. They were educated hard from childhood like that. Although not specific from the family alone, gradually their nature will be formed from the association in the plantation as well.

Let's take it first on the journey. Even at the most likely time, they would still choose to walk together.

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Ratria had been sitting in the front seat with various feelings. Between feeling heavy leaving Rio, feeling relieved, also feeling thumping. Thumping with anxious hope that the person being boarded is a good class of people. Such is the feeling of having to hitchhike on a trip. A little risking safety. And it feels exciting and stressful for mountain plantation children. Able to be curious and addictive!

"Add speed, Arka! I want to get to the villa before Adzan,!" a voice sounded from behind.

Heavy, deep, and loud sounds. But the results are so easy to hear. Ratria. But I was reluctant to turn my head back. Maybe he's the owner of the car, and Arka's boss. Ratria only recorded the typical voice of the man in his full memory head.

"Ready, sir.!" sahut a sweet-faced young driver who has the name Arka. Looked at Ratria for a moment. Implied a warning for the hitchhiking girl to get ready. Ratria reflexes nodded.

The road to the winding plantation has run out. There is a straight and smooth path away from obstacles. The car had shot forward beyond the speed of flying. The person in the back seemed to have understood the twist of the road to the plantation. The straight road is very quiet the remaining three kilometers may only take a matter of seconds to arrive.

"Bas..!!! My..!!! Stop, mas,,!! I'm down !!! Your house is gone,!" yelled Ratria to stop Arka and his car. Though the ancestral heritage house has not been seen. Just don't want the distance if you're missed.

Arka turned to the hooded girl who looked riled beside her. Feeling negligent has forgotten to ask, where is his house, what is his name and what is his phone number.

Ha,, wha.. Of course Arka did not forget. The purple-clad woman is that graceful.. Which man has no curiosity,,?!

Actually Arka really wanted to ask. But had to be arrested. For disinclined at the handsome young man who was being carried and sitting in the back.

Ciiiiiii,,,!!!!

The mountain car is making a comeback. As Ratria had expected, the driver stopped right at the fence of the neighboring house which was only a block away after passing through the fence of his house. Ratria smiled silently.

"Mas, thanks for the ride, yeah. Next time don't hesitate to give me a ride." Ratria looked at Arka. Like asking Arka to remember her face. For the sake of smooth transportation on Ratria's next trip.

"Eh, yes, ma'am. You welcome. This is my boss's car, ma'am,!" sahut Arka felt disinclined at the passengers in the back.

"Quick, Ark,! No need to talk, !" fierce reprimand of the man again from behind.

Black hair flapping style buzz cut fierce army. The thick eyebrows were straight jet black, with glittering sharp eyes that looked far ahead, without even glancing at Ratria in the slightest. Also a partially pointed nose. Only half the face is visible. And enough to make Ratria feel satisfied.

The..!!!

The expensive car was not noisy when it was slammed shut. Ratria took two steps back. Staring at the car that slid back into the air for a second after Ratria slammed into the door. And along with the sound of the plaza adhan of the mosque housing service in the row of blocks below.

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Ms. Lusi was preparing food at the table when Ratria just came out of the room. The savory spicy aroma of the cooking spice on the table is very tempting to the stomach and mouth.

"It's over, huh, mbak? Sorry ma'am, I'm not helping you," said Ratria, saying he was stale because he felt bad. Only take two pairs of plates and spoons that have not been seen on the table.

"No papa, Rat. I prayed, right? Let's eat," take Luci while pulling back two chairs. Ratria nodded.

"So, it's starting in two days?" tanya mbak Lusi and started scooping the rice in a dish. Ratria nodded back.

"Eh, I don't know what the job is..Anyway come first in uniform and meet Mr. Sofian," Ratria later ralat.

Lusi's brother was bearded and continued to eat in silence. Fondles on all chews and every swallow.

Likewise with Ratria, feel good with empty stomach contents when arriving. Rio did not invite her to come over for a meal. Uh... Being suave is not his stepbrother.

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Geck..Geck.. Geck..

The smooth-skinned girl with the sweet sleeping dress had comfortably wrapped in a warm blanket. And feel disturbed when the front door sounds slapped. Pretending to be asleep and not listening is the best ninja path of his choice.

Hope also that Mbak Lusi do not need to listen and open. Especially looking. Ratria was feeling very tired and wanted to sleep fast tonight.

Tok..! Tok..! Tok..!

Tok..! Tok..! Tok..!

Ah, the sound of knocking on the door was no longer from the front, but it was clearly docked in his room. And the noise was re-knapped times. Usually if Mbak Lusi knocked like this, there will be important things that will be conveyed. Ratria felt uneasy if he continued to ignore.

"What's up, mbak?" ratria asked warmly while keeping her face. The girl opened the door.

"Rat, there is an Andi sir Syahdan in front," said Mbak Lusi. His face looked tense as he conveyed his info. Maybe for Mbak Lusi this is important news from important people. Ratria understood Lusi's anger and position.

"Eh, where are you going,?" tanya mbak Lusi while holding the back end of Ratria's new nightgown through the door and already out of the room.

"Eh, who did they come looking for, mbak,?" the girl was misbehaving. Feel yourself piqued.

"Yes, you, Rat,?" mbak Lusi smiled.

"Yes come on, madam. Let's get it done quickly and go home quickly. Anyway I do not want to continue the marriage matchmaking discourse hanging, mbak. I want a career in Telkom." Ratria whispered to Luci who was still clutching her nightgown.

"Yes, I support your decision, Rat. But change your clothes first. This is your nightgown not polite to meet them. Look at your chest, you've taken off your bra too, right,?" bright mbak Lusi with no less soft whispering. With an index finger pointing towards Ratria's chest.