Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapter 99. Discovering

By exerting all the energy he had, Banyu pedaled this rickshaw. The stomach that was rumbling half dead and the sweat that soaked the forehead as if he did not care anymore. All he cared about was one, where he should be able to find the whereabouts of the Linga. His eyes were incessantly watching the speed of the car being driven by Lingga. At least Banyu could breathe a sigh of relief because the shadow of the car did not disappear from the sight of his eyes.

"You really just pedaled a pedicab like this good light?"

The rickshaw man tried to open a conversation with Banyu. He knew that Banyu was exhausted. He thought that by asking him to speak, this young man could forget his fatigue.

"Well, that's new sir. Never mind pedaling, just ride I have never been sir," replied Banyu while focusing on the black car that was in front there.

"You think you're used to it, great. This rickshaw pull feels very comfortable. Exactly a professional rickshawman. Even you only heard the instructions from the Father, but you seem to have mastered the knowledge."

"Yes maybe it's because of my intelligence level sir. I was quick to respond and quick to understand the new things I was facing" Banyu said.

"Waahhhh .. then fit is good."

"Pass? What's the matter, sir?" A frown on Banyu's forehead suddenly appeared as a signal that he was not very familiar with what the owner of this rickshaw said.

"Pas to be used as the next generation of pedicab makers. You could say millennial rickshawman. Ahhaha!"

Banyu could only widen his eyes while clucking and shaking his head. The young man's eyes stared straight ahead. He didn't want to lose track of the car.

The iron horses looked dense and slightly creeping as they passed in a fork where there was a traffic sign there. I don't know because of what the streets become jammed like this. Maybe because of the Sunday night that makes the streets of Jogja city more crowded than usual. But it's not because of that. It turns out that this is currently a long weekend, where many travelers make the city of Jogja as their tourist destination. No doubt besides private cars, large buses also appear to pass on this road.

Banyu smiled meaningfully. Just this time he was grateful in the condition of the road that experienced traffic jam like this. He who used to care for himself when experiencing traffic jams in the capital, tonight he was very grateful. Because in this way, he can follow where the car carrying Lingga stops.

"Well good, why did you turn towards your house? Are you taking me home?" squealed the rickshaw man who was astonished because Banyu chose the road that would deliver him to his residence.

"Well, I don't know either sir. That's the car I'm tailing turn this way!"

The rickshaw man was increasingly made astonished when the car referred to by Banyu entered the area around his residence. And a moment later...

Ckiiittt....

"Owalah ... So the woman you're looking for lives in this house is that good?" ask the rickshaw man.

"Well, do you know whose house this is?" Banyu asked back.

"This is a kind of mess used by some people who take training in making good herbal medicine powder. Every day they are picked up by a factory car. But it's not the car it looks like."

Banyu nodded his head. It turns out that what was told by the father of the rickshaw is not much different from the news that circulated that Lingga was following training in modern herbal medicine processing.

Banyu got off his position. The impatience to say hello to Lingga completely controlled his soul. His footsteps were swayed to be able to immediately meet face to face with the pujaan. But just a few steps....

"Eh, uh, uh. ... Where's that good?" investigate Mr. rickshawman who immediately stopped Banyu's footsteps.

Banyu turned his body. "Kok still asking where the hell is sir? Yes obviously I want to meet my future wife."

"Look, what time is it?"

Banyu glanced towards the clock that was coiled around his wrist. "A half an hour sir!"

"That means you are no longer allowed to visit. Because visiting hours are only up to ten in the evening. Already, it's better tomorrow you go to your future wife," said the rickshaw man giving advice for the good of Banyu himself.

Banyu's face suddenly pias. He was confused where to spend the night.

As if he understood what Banyu felt, the rickshawman smiled faintly. "Oh, no need to worry. Tonight you can rest at the Father's house and tomorrow morning, you can immediately meet your future wife."

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