Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 1 Street of the Macet

“Quickly depart before late to campus, Nak.” Mother's word from the kitchen by shouting.

“Yes, Mother. I've finished digging up shoes and now go to the front.” replied Carissa loudly anyway.

Carissa ran towards her parked motorcycle. The hijab-wearing girl looked hurried, after waking up.

Last night he did his thesis until late at midnight. The task must be completed today as it will be submitted to the supervisor.

Just slept at dawn yesterday turned out when I woke up already bad luck.

“I have to be fast. If you don't want to be late. Or Mr. Jaka will miss my thesis. I don't want my efforts last night in vain.” muttered the dimpled girl, staring at the streets in front of her that crowded.

Pak Jaka is one of the killer lecturers at his campus, Bunga Bhakti. The man is notoriously assertive as well on time in his thesis matters.

Once a classmate of Carissa was only a minute late to submit chapter one of theses. And what's going on?

Mr. Jaka did not want to accept the thesis for any reason, even though the student had apologized repeatedly. As a result, the student must wait another semester to apply for the thesis.

Come on, I don't want to repeat the class or be left with the others. No!

Carissa increases the speed of the white matic motor it is riding. Although it was still 20 minutes away, he thought he was too late.

“Oh, what's up ahead there?”

From the front, several vehicles stopped even though there were no red lights.

What the hell is this? Is there a Mr President passing by, or is there another important person to this kind of street?

In Jakarta there is often a traffic jam. The number of people migrating to this area increases the number of vehicles tripled from year to year. And the streets in the morning are getting jammed, filled with carbon dioxide smoke that makes the chest feel tight.

Not to mention if there are officials passing by, then the streets will be jammed. Or there's a Mr. President passing by. Can be stuck badly. Especially if there are artists passing by, wah jammed completely.

“No, whoever it is up ahead there I must not be late and miss the submission of thesis this time.” the resolve of the 23-year-old girl, round.

With a slight force asking for a path by honking repeatedly, Carissa got to the front.

The cit! Suddenly he stepped on the deep brake until his motor stopped.

There's a motorbike group passing by. The motorcycle gang. Many men riding a matching, red sport bike wearing the same all-black outfit also carried their icon flag, crossing the streets at the time.

“If I wait for their group to pass, I can be sure I will be late. No, I don't want that, ” great-grandson Carissa saw the number of motors that will pass, there are a hundred maybe more than that even.

The wide-eyed brown girl returned to running her motorbike at high speed. He did not care about the screams of the people behind him who asked him to stop, even on the motorcycle gang who now honked his motorcycle horn intensely.

As long as I can cross them quickly then I won't be late.

“Surge! Crazy girl! Move!” shouted a biker, while honking the motorcycle horn repeatedly.

“That hijab-wearing girl is crazy! Does he not know who he is currently dealing with?” riled up by other motorcycle gang members, targeting Carissa's views.

“It seems he does not know and is not familiar with this Eagle Wave Gang. How dare he intend to stop this convoy!”

“Trash him. Let me know how he feels!”

Leading bikers speed up the speed of their bikes after getting a code from the other members behind them.

Neither side gave up on each other at the time. Until a member of the motorcycle gang, precisely their leader who was in the back row saw the incident.

What did the hijab girl do? So desperate for him! Does he want to be attacked by this Eagle Wave Gang? the inner man, sharp-eyed and cold as an eagle.

His gaze locked onto the figure of the hijab-wearing girl a hundred meters in front of him.

If left alone then surely the girl will be hit by this gang member. Not only that, maybe later he will be massed by members of this gang.

Suddenly, the man darted out of the group line, advancing forward. Right at the time when his biker gang member was about to hit Carissa.

The cit! Suddenly the members of the motorcycle gang that will hit Carissa's motorcycle stopped suddenly, because it will hit the boss's motorbike if only he did not stop.

“Bos! Why did the boss suddenly hit the road?”

And all the motors behind him stopped suddenly at once.

“Have given way for the girl.” reply black haired man, with white face.

He got off the bike after referring to the Carissa motorbike which was then stopped.

Of course, the motorcycle gang members obeyed the orders of their boss even though they actually did not agree and why they had to stop like this.

“Mbak, you can walk again. Quickly run your bike.” tell the man to turn around and then approach Carissa.

Just call the guy Rayhan. He raised his hand to hold all the members of his motorcycle gang forward, moving his hand with a code so that Carissa would quickly walk.

“Thank you,” only that word can slide off Carissa's thin lips.

He had looked at the man who was kind to him for a few seconds, just reinstated his motorbike quickly.

After Carissa left, Rayhan climbed back on his bike, entering the previous line. The motor returned to pass. Make the other riders stop waiting for the convoy of the biker gang to pass.

While Carissa only looks back occasionally and continues to advance the bike quickly.

I don't know why the biker gang members were protecting me. Her inner, thin smile.