RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 7
August 6th is a very special date for the Queen. From last night he had been thinking, what gift to buy for the surprise birthday of the person who is now quite meaningful in his life.
Almost half a day walking around the shopping complex but only a watch he bought.
“Moreover what are you waiting for? If it is suitable, mending marriage aja,” said his father the other day when Lukman came home to the village, still ringing in the ears of Winda.
Both parents of Winda have strongly agreed that his youngest daughter will build a household with Lukman, as well as the two parents of Lukman.
On the island of Lombok, most village girls get married at a young age, but not with Vinda. According to Vinda's thinking, the age of 21 is not yet mature enough to build a sacred relationship, marriage. After all, the girl still wanted to enjoy the freedom of youth.
Winda pulled the phone out of his small bag, glancing at the digital clock on the screen before searching for Lukman's name on the contacts list and tapping the call sign.
“the number you are heading to is off or out of range, try a few more moments,” sounds soft operator sound.
From this afternoon Winda tried to contact Lukman, but all that was heard was the voice of the operator. Maybe Lukman is still working, Vinda thought. Not once or twice, Winda faced a situation like this. But Lukman's cell phone was not active when he called, but the girl understood. Lukman's working hours as a foreign tourist interpreter are never uncertain.
Winda took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his hands waving, “ojek!”
“Where is mbak?”
“Java village,” said Winda while welcoming the helmet from the hand of the taxi driver.
The two-wheeled motorcycle taxi driver was moving slowly over the shoulder of the highway. Winda thought of the taxi driver around 40-han, although almost reached the age of half a century, but the fighting spirit to find sustenance for children and wives is still high. If only all the prison dwellers thought like this motorcycle taxi, surely the world would feel safe peace, thought Winda.
“Mbak java, yes?” ask the motorcycleman.
“No, why?” the answer to the question of the Winda.
“Kan, mbak want to go to the village of Java,” joked the ojek artisan.
A smile broke out on the lips of Winda, hearing the joke of the taxi driver, but the girl's smile died instantly and heard a loud bang. A little panic when the two-wheeled vehicles they use shake, almost lost balance. Instantly, the motorcycleman stopped the speed of his vehicle.
“Waduh, rear tire broke, mbak!”
“Waduh, still far away,” Reply Winda.
“Gini aja mbak, wait for me to spend here. I went to that front workshop, changed the tires. Or mbak ride angkot aja,” advice the taxi driver.
Chief Winda looked left and right, looking at the somewhat deserted road, the girl knew that no public transport would cross the road, because the road included the suburb of Praya, “likely anyway, no angkot passing here.”
“Mbak wait awhile ya?” pinta the motorcycleman.
“Sip, sip,” replied Winda, his hand wagging the grass on the side of the road before sitting under a tree, waiting for the motorcycle taxi driver.
The beautiful twilight sunlight spreads orange color in the sky, reducing the boredom of waiting. From under a tree of wood, Winda looked at some farmers in the middle of the rice field, walking home to unwind. From inside the small bag, Winda pulled out his smartphone, took a photo.
Winda's attention was shifted to a black sports car that had just stopped by the roadside right at the intersection of the road, a bit away from the position of sitting Winda. A well-dressed man came out of the car. The man's hand held 2 black plastic bags. Looking strange, a well-dressed man entered into the bush on the edge of the rice field. Soon enough the man came out of the bush, carrying only a pack of plastic. Several times he took a photo of the man before a two-wheeler stopped just behind the sports car.
“Mas, can I borrow the match?” rio asked, a cigarette already perched on his lips.
The man pulled out a match from inside his pants pocket, he stretched it out to Rio.
Rio glanced at the glance of the match held out by the man who was now in front of him, inscribed with the letter ‘G000’ on the matchsticks extended out. Rio's head was bearded looking at the match.
“I Rio Yadi messenger,” Rio reached out, introduced himself after seeing the code listed on the match.
‘G000’ is a cross-provincial drug code between Yadi and Gilang, a drug kingpin in the Batam region.
“I Hendrik Gilang,” the man who introduced himself by the name of Hendrik shook Rio's hand.
“Wah, the road from Batam city to Lombok island must be tired huh?”
Engraved bland smile on Hendrik's lips, “ayo we finish our business, faster better.”
Hendrik does not want to buy time, he wants to immediately complete the transaction as soon as possible so that regardless of his responsibilities as a courier. After all, 4 days in the middle of the road and sea journey from the city of Batam to reach the island of Lombok, it is very tiring. If the business is finished, Hendrik intends to find a hotel resting place, because his body is already very withered.
“Oh, let's go in,” Rio stepped on *kick starter* his sports motor, invite Hendrik into the yard of an empty building.
“What is this place safe?” asked Hendrik, reviewing the surroundings of the large building.
“Very safe. I guarantee. This building belongs to my boss,” Rio said.
Seen Hendrik bearded, convinced by Rio's words.
It is true, the large building that has long been abandoned uninhabited is located on the edge of the city is owned by Yadi. In the past, the building operated as a shophouse, before Yadi entangled the case into the realm of law. The large building was not taken care of after Yadi huddled inside the prison.
“Ok, ok... has the money been transferred?” ask Hendrik.
“I want to see the goods first before the money is transferred,” replied Rio.
“Do you not believe? Not a day or 2 days Gilang and Yadi run the business, just us only who just met this time.”
Just now Rio wanted to contact Yadi, telling about his meeting with Hendrik went smoothly, suddenly a tall thin-bodied man wearing a mask, carrying a stick, came out from the corner of the building. With a confident step the masked man ran up to Rio and Hendrik who was still standing dumbfounded, astonished by the presence of someone he hadn't invited.
Just as Rio was about to open his mouth, wanting to ask the man, a hard punch of the stick landed on his nape made Rio fall unconscious.
Once again the unknown man swung the stick in his grip towards Hendrik, but neither was Hendrik any random person, with a quick movement of both hands Hendrik caught the end of the stick.
From behind the mask, the unknown man carved a cynical smile, the weapon that looked like a wooden stick was actually a sword. The masked man was no less fast, he pulled the sword out of its sheath and directly stuck the tip of the sword into Hendrik's chest and stomach.
Even though Hendrik was dead limp, the masked man continued to stick his sword into Hendrik's body.
The sound of a wooden branch being trampled outside the building stopped the masked man's sadistic actions, he visited the head to ascertain the source of the sound. Too late!!. From inside the building the boy's eyes caught the figure of a girl running scared in the distance, the gate.
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**Day**what was twilight is now getting darker. The feeling of excessive fear made Winda run aimlessly until tired of stopping the pace of his footsteps in a broad dam on the outskirts of the city of Praya. Long enough the girl sat hugging her knees on the edge of the padang. Cold sweat soaked his face, his entire body shuddering in horror scanned back what his eyes had just witnessed.
Suddenly Winda's eyeballs turned wildly staring at the surrounding situation that had begun to quiet, felt at this time someone was watching him.
Winda's heartbeat began to beat fast, the girl's eyes caught the figure of someone wearing a helmet sitting on a 2-wheeled vehicle, not too far from the distance. The man looked relaxed staring at the screen of the phone that was indeed in his hands. Several times Winda tried, stealing a glance at the man's face, but the helmet worn blocking the desire of the girl who was being overpowered by the fear.
“*It looks like this guy, good guy. Maybe I was too scared*,” Inner Winda.
Winda again threw a glance toward the edge of the dam that farmers use to hold water in the dry season.
The heart that had been beating fast now felt stopped, the girl's round face began to look pale as the figure of a tall skinny man wearing a mask, came out from behind a wooden tree in the distance. The masked man stepped quickly towards Winda making the girl frantically rush up from her seat, looking for a place to crowd, but the surrounding place was already quiet.
The atmosphere like now was what the masked man was waiting for. From earlier he just sat behind a wooden tree waiting for the right time to finish the life of Vinda. The girl must not live, for only Vinda knows the secret of the murder.
With wide strides the man chased after Vinda, a small knife was bulldozed several times until the girl leaned against the dam guardrail.
“Let me go, I beg you to let me go..” Pinta Winda, whimpering.
The unidentified masked man ignored Winda's terrified moans, raising his small knife high, as Vinda sat down resignedly before him.
“*Goodbye dear*,” inner man.
The masked man swung the small knife in his left hand, wanting to end the life of Vinda immediately, but a hard object hit his head until he fell backward.
As if he could not believe what he was seeing in front of him. Winda stared intently at Yos face, it turns out that the man wearing a helmet sitting on a 2-wheeled vehicle earlier was Yos. Yos footsteps approached the masked man who was now groaning in pain.
Yos swung the helmet now in his hand towards the man's head, but as fast as lightning the unknown man rose to flee.
Yos turned toward Winda who was sitting in fear, the man reached out to help Winda rise, “wake.”
Winda looked at the face of old Josh, with doubt the girl welcomed the help of the man who had been causing fear in her heart.
“Come, I anterin you home.”
“Ngak, no.. for this time I do not want to go home,” replied Winda, with a still frightened face.
Although all this time a piece of Yos name always scared him, but for some reason today the presence of Yos he really needed, being next to the man made him feel safe and secure.
Dahi Yos frowned confused to hear the reply of Winda a moment ago, “if you do not go home, then where do you want to go?”
“Can I, for a while I'm with you?” pinta Winda, doubtful.
Engraved a cynical smile on Yos lips, “where do you want to come with me? Mending me drive you home.”
“As far as you want to take me where. Anyway I'm coming with you, dot.” Vinda had already started to feel familiar with Yos.
“I want to go to pelaminan, you want to come?” cananda Yos's.
Winda did not answer, thinking for a while that only Yos could save him. The unknown man's starch won't stop here to go after him.
