Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 8 What Should I Do?

The police arrived at the moment when all the members of the Eagle Wave motorcycle gang had already left from there. Leave four people there.

“Father is okay?” ask Carissa, who is not far from Pak Sarto.

The condition of Mr. Sarto is not good. His face was battered, purple and his right cheek was swollen. Fortunately, there were no broken teeth.

“Wa, akyu well, non,” said Mr. Sarto unclear, half muttered. Maybe it was so painful that it made the sound issued unclear.

Carissa then helped the man stand up. Also helped take his broken bat in half.

I thought the guy who saved me last time was a good guy even though he was a biker. Or maybe the boss of a motorcycle gang. Apparently I was wrong, the village in my heart, looking at Mr. Sarto who had been battered helplessly.

“Wah, setiko atah,” said Mr. Sarto staring at his stick.

Carissa frowned, not understanding what the security officer said.

“That is important Father congratulations. Thank you for helping me, sir,” he said just think about what Mr. Sarto said.

Airin and Boy ran towards them. Right along with the police officers who also approached them.

“You all right?” asked one of the police officers, looking at Pak Sarto and Carissa alternately.

“But they have all escaped from here Mr. Police,” said Airin, furious. The police arrived late so they all escaped.

Boy did not comment, not unwilling to comment but afraid of being wrong. Especially with the apparatus. Afraid he might be dragged to the police station.

“If so we will go and chase them,” said a police officer.

After making sure things were really safe, the police patrol car immediately exited the area, looking for also chasing motorcycle gangs who might still be around there.

***

Rayhan was in the back row, while his members were in the front row.

Wings-wing! The sirens of police patrol cars were heard.

Rayhan's ears were sharp, without looking back for sure it must have been the sound of the police chasing after them.

Damnit damnit! Very quickly they managed to find and pursue, he said in his heart.

Rayhan went straight out of the back row and overtook all the bike lines in front of him.

“Police come chasing. Speed up your motor!” hentkanya out loud.

Not answering their Boss' orders, the gang members all lined up motorcycles and sped up.

“Woy! Where are your eyes?! Didn't you see any parents want to cross?!” hardik, a man who was about to cross with his grandmother, retreated in fear of being trapped by the convoy on the motorbike.

But not Eagle Wave, if silent do not reply.

“Have known we passed even want reckless, if you dare to go forward now!” said one of the motorcycle gang members replied to the man earlier.

Wings-wing! His voice of police patrol car sirens sounded louder and closer to them.

“Sial! They managed to escape us!” blasphemy a police officer furious, can not catch a motorcycle gang that is increasingly disturbing only.

A few moments later, all the members of the motorcycle gang arrived at their headquarters.

“Haah! Fortunately we managed to survive the pursuit of police,” said one member of Eagle Wave.

A few days passed.

One afternoon, Carissa came out of the house to buy vegetables after being told by her mother to stock for the next 3 days.

He bought the vegetables at the market. Because the price is different if you buy it at a supermarket. And for his family, the price difference is very meaningful and can be used for other purposes.

“The market is almost there,” hiss Carissa, smiled thinly after a 10-minute journey.

Busses! the sound of a subtle hiss gradually grew louder and finally made the motor that was riding Carissa stop.

“Yes, kempes again tire,” grunya, when down check the motorcycle tire that is not only deflated but the tire torn.

Forced Carissa also guided the bike while looking for a nearby tire patch to replace the outer tire matic.

“Hadooh! Where is the motor patch here?” he complained, sweating combing the streets but did not find the presence of a tire patch.

Gluey! Carissa swallowed her saliva. One meter in front of him was a group of people who looked similar to motorcycle gang members in front of a house.

“Hopefully, they do not disturb me who is in trouble,” hope, anxious.

Because usually the members of the motorcycle gang indiscriminate if you see people in distress instead of helping but will instead make it tormented.

There is a picture of a flying eagle on the back jacket they wear, which makes Carissa again hiss.

The symbol is right, the symbol of a motorcycle gang member some time ago who had made Pak Sarto battered, his inner self, still clearly remembers the logo of the gang member, even though he did not know his name.

Carissa continued to guide her motorcycle.just in front of the Eagle Wave headquarters, the front tire exploded.

“Ow, how is this?” peekik Carissa confused, because This motor can not run at all or all the wheels maticnya will dent.

He just wants to cry. There was nothing he could ask for help this time he didn't bring his phone, thought he was just shopping for a while and would be back.

Carissa kept quiet and thought of finding a way.

“Hey, do you need any help from us?” ask one of the Eagle Wave members.

Carissa shook her head and did not even dare to look at their faces by continuing to push the bike that only runs 2 inches.

“Boggy! Help but doubt! Can I teach you a lesson?!”

The biker gang member immediately satronized Carissa. With his sadistic look will do something unpleasant.

“Go! Don't bother me!” snapped Carissa, when the man was about to pull his motor matic.

“What does Parjo do?” lirih Rayhan who at that time heard the screams of a girl in front of his headquarters.