Nightmare Diaries

Passengers Waiting On The Bridge

"This is the fare, Bang, thank you." The middle-aged woman handed me a dollar bill.

My hand immediately grabbed the wage while smiling. "Don't forget the five stars, Ma'am."

He just nodded then ran into his house. After realizing the woman was gone from sight, I turned on the motor and rushed home.

My name is Dimas Andrean, often called by most people as Bang Aan. As you can see, I'm an ojol. It's been over five years that I've been working as a delivery guy. Although somewhat tired of having to work on the road even have to be resilient with any circumstances, but this work exceeds enough to support my own needs.

The moon shone faintly. There were no stars hanging, the clouds also looked very dense. Looks like it's going to be cloudy. I decided to take a quick look at a stall to eat some rice bribes. After the Dzuhur prayer, my stomach is not yet filled. Fortunately, today's sustenance is spilled so eating is missed.

"Bang, pack one fried rice, yeah. Put on a cow's eye egg and don't get too pungent." Orders will be up to a few minutes away, I also circled my eyes to find a seat.

The seat at the very end looked empty, I just stepped my feet towards it. To get rid of saturation, I play games on mobile phones. The light chatter of the youths next to me broke the silence in the desolate-looking stall.

Sometimes I listen to their conversations. Up to the topic that caught my attention, my hand immediately stopped skating on the mobile screen. I close my ears to make them sound clear.

"You know not, lately I tried to pass from the Padaraya Bridge road. Apparently it's a shortcut to the city of Kere, very close even. But, why the streets are deserted when they are not tired of turning back from the far streets." The thin-moustached youth began to tell stories.

"Jon, you don't have to go through there anymore!" Fat boy chimed in.

"Why, Di? It's not more fuel efficient if we go that way."

"Gue's been through there, too, Jon. Until an event that makes me always haunted and uncomfortable if I have gone anywhere by myself. I'm willing to take the road as far as possible so as not to meet again with the face of the bridge." The frightened face of the curly youth began to appear to the surface. The others were also the same, the atmosphere instantly changed drastically.

"What happened to him?"

"At that time, I just got home from part time work at the cake shop next door. It was late at night and also adek I called many times to go home as soon as possible because nyokap I again sick. As Lo said, Jon, the area is the closest I will take through it. The road was empty, and no vehicles passed. I'm afraid there's nothing later. Until half way, I do not know where a woman came from standing in front of me, the brake suddenly I. But when I saw it, people weren't there. Panic me, even though I already ngerem but also hit the same front body of my bike. Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder. I go back and...."

The notification sound from my phone shocked that thrilling atmosphere. Along with my order. I who was also flabbergasted immediately apologized for cutting their fun story. Seen from the look on their faces that seemed unhappy because they had disturbed me, I immediately lifted my feet from that place.

Outside the stall, I started checking what notifications were coming in. Apparently a notification from the Gojek app that five stars were successfully sent under the name Misnawati. I smiled with satisfaction, the money increased again. Instead of an excited delight, I was immediately stunned when my eyes looked at the number in the corner of the phone, already at half ten. Within two hours, the door was locked.

I turned the engine and gas-tipped the gas into the house.

When on the border of line two, the ringing of the phone forced me to stop. I rogoh the flat object and a call from an unknown number is written. I raised it too.

"Hello?"

"Eummm, Mas ojol can anterin me home, right? Because I was overtime, this I have gone home but because of the kemaleman there was no taxi passing. Can you, right?"

"I'm on the Padaraya bridge, Mas."

Padaraya Bridge? "Okay, okay I'll be right there!"

The connection was also cut. I immediately turned back to the designated location. Arriving at the destination, I circulated my gaze to find someone who called me earlier. No need for long, I've found a woman standing not far from where I've been. I'm sure it must be him because there's no one here.

"The boy called, right?"

He's nodding. I couldn't see his face clearly because his head was down. Her long hair covered the sides of her cheeks.

"Yaudah, Ma'am, please go up."

After the woman got into the back seat of my bike, we left.

"Sir, where are you going?"

No answer from him. I repeated the question again, still not getting any response. My feelings are starting to get bad. I glanced from the rearview mirror, nothing suspicious. Not wanting to think strangely I tried to just shut up and keep taking her on the road.

It felt like time was going so slowly, from earlier we were like circling around the bridge. That's all we keep going through. I'm getting upset, like this I can't go home and eat fried rice in peace.

"Sir, when will we get there? From now on, Ma'am just be quiet, how do I want to know where the Mbaknya's destination!"

Whether I misheard it or not, suddenly, I caught the faint sound of giggling laughter behind me.

"Here you are, Mas."

Finally the woman spoke too. Not much concerned with what happened, I stopped. When I looked at the woman's whereabouts, I was stunned that no one was there. Suddenly, the sound of shakes from my pants pocket drove away my shock. I press the green button.

"Mas, where the hell is it! I have been waiting for 20 minutes, but I did not come. I'm canceling it, Mom. I've asked you to pick me up with my brother!"

My body froze instantly. Don't know what else to react. My heart is racing fast. Shaking, cold sweat, fear all mixed into one. Until, a subtle clap resuscitated me. I put the phone down slowly, still an annoyed voice from across.

"Mas, thank you for being taken."

A fishy smell spread piercing my nose. My legs were so limp I wanted to die when the speaking figure was already standing before me. His face was falling apart, Bolong everywhere. The former puncture in the neck slurped out revealing already brownish meat. In both ears was flowing fresh blood. His hand outstretched to me revealed an intact eyeball.

"It's a fare for Mas."