Red Hooded Girl

The departure of Opi part 2

"Can I have your phone number??” ask God.

Mimin gave his cell phone. "It... You misscall your number on my phone" he said.

Dewa received a mobile phone from Mimin's hand and then pressed a row of numbers that were his mobile number and then did a misscall.

A smile rose from her lips though faint from fear Mimin felt uneasy with a smile full of charm.

Finally he was able to get the number of his heart. An incredible achievement, no. Remarkable.

"We're looking for Opi together yuk. Do you know the house of one of his friends?" ask God.

Mimin hesitated. "I only know Mia, Opi's schoolmate who is quite familiar" he said.

"Ok, let's find Opi to Mia's house. You know the house, right?" ask God.

Mimin nodded his head. The god replied by curling his lips.

After successfully getting Mimin's phone number, now Dewa is riding his motorcycle along with Mimin who is sitting in his bonce.

This is not the first time he has hugged Mimin, never before when he came home from the market. The difference used to be Mimin applied social distancing when pigmented by Gods. Keep the distance as much as possible as long as it does not fall backward.

And now what God feels is exactly the opposite. Mimin's body docked to his body, until he felt one part of Mimin's body touch his back.

What's the matter? Is due to the legal relationship status as husband and wife to Mimin.... And wanted....

Just now God was about to develop a smile about the unusual attitude Mimin showed. From the rearview mirror, he saw Mimin cross his arms and rub his arms covered with clothes and a veil, like a person who was cold. Oh, sorry.

God stopped the bike. Then take off the denim jacket he was wearing.

He looked back. "Cold huh? You wear this alone, enough to reduce the cold," he said, handing over his denim jacket.

Mimin received the denim jacket and immediately wore it because he felt very cold. Not used to going out at night let alone riding a motorcycle like this.

"Thank you" he said after wearing the jacket perfectly.

"Sama-sama," the God replied and of course accompanied by a smile full of charm.

(Please... Bang Dewa please do not often throw a smile full of charm like that, later the mothers here can be clamps)

Mimin sighed disappointed when he did not find the existence of Opi in Mia's house. Now they're back home. The look of anxiety was clearly visible on her beautiful face.

"It's already night time.You should rest instead," suggested the Lord.

"But... Opi.." exhorted Mimin for worrying about Opi.

"I'll find Opi."

"Where to look?"

"Anywhere in the whole corner of this city. Opi can't leave this town, right."

"But..."

"I'll find Opi now. You just go in. Later I will tell you if I have found Opi," said Dewa sure.

Mimin nodded and went into the house with a denim jacket belonging to God that is still used comfortably on his body. Warmly hugged his body. Without him knowing.

God stared at the joy of Mimin's steps with a jacket wrapped perfectly in the body of his female idol, until Mimin entered the house and closed the door. I hope my jacket warms you up and reduces your anxiety. Do it in the heart.

The gods also enter into a contract to meet Sol. Initially he planned to invite Sol in the search for Opi, but soon he remembered the figure Fahri. Fahri is a citizen of this village. Fahri knew Opi. How thought.

"What do I do for Wa?" ask Sol.

"Lo help prayer. Usually the prayers of the rich pesky you are more heard with God, "always God.

"Lo thought I was the one who was wronged" Sol murmured.

"Terdzolimi kejombloan wkwkwwk.." kelakar Dewa.

"Grandpa...." Bruce Li's strapped soles.

"Ciyaaaaat...." The god retraced Jet Lee.

Then the gods immediately went to Fahri's house. Arriving at Fahri's house she knocks on the door and a young mother opens the door for her. He asks where Fahri is, but Fahri is not at home.

"What's up, Ding? Just wait, Fahri will be home soon, too" said a young mother who is Fahri's neighbor.

"Can I have Fahri's cell phone number, Teh?"

"Oh, can you. Sit down, Ding. Take a hape first, because it doesn't memorize the number."

"Yes thanks Tea" he said, sitting on a worn-out blue sofa in the living room.

Not long after the young mother came out and mentioned a series of phone numbers Fahri. And the Deity swiftly kept in his contact number.

*****

Opi was sitting drowsy at a suburban bus stop, still wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and a gray long skirt that was her school uniform. His white veil had been removed and stored in a bag.

When she left school this morning, she had planned not to go home. He prepared himself by carrying 2 stel copy clothes. And go to school using angkot. Because if he goes to school on a motorcycle, worried that the house will call him, told him to go home immediately on the grounds that the motor will be used.

"Opi, a spit home. The motor will be used by the Sarip." Or

"Opi, a spit home. Anterin mom shopping."

Tomboy opies don't have many girlfriends. Most of his friends are men. She plans to stay at the house of her best friend Mia and is also the only girl friend she is most familiar with.

But instead today Mia is absent from not coming to school because she is out of town with her parents. Thwarted his plan not to go home. And it's impossible that he stays at the home of his best friend like Dimas, Arya, Bayu, or Jojo. What does the world say when a woman stays at a man's house. Although tomboyish and cuek, he still understands about adab and morals.

"Emang you want to run away from Pi?" ask Jojo.

"Hmmm...."

"Why lo? It must be because of the scolded Abah yes because of lo mukulin son of another person," said Dimas.

"eeee... It's good that I mukulin children people also because there is a reason to know.. because the child wants to help the Jago," said Opi.

"Keep where is Pi?" ask Arya. 

Opi flicked her shoulders. "You're..."

"Lo nginep in my house only, Pi," advises Bayu.

"Indeed, you will not get scolded by the same bokap nyokap lo?" ask Opi.

"I don't think so, at most we will be married. Aseeeek.." - Joked Bayu.

"Huuu.... That's what you want, Lo Yu." cheered the other friend.

"What if we just camp" suggested Jojo.

"Where do you want a camper to try?"

"On mount santri, sacred."

"Wadiadaw ogah ah i mah. fear digondol wewe.... Hiiiii."

So Opi chat with friends who are all men during school breaks. The rest of the time he spent in the school library. Not to read a book, but to just close your eyes and fall asleep because you can't resist sleepiness due to not sleeping all night.

But Opi's resolve has been unanimous. The plan not to go home has to keep going. At least for two days he did not want to see the house... Her.

And here it is now. At a stop that is no longer functioning as a stop. As a result of the local government had remodeled the cross-bus line so that it did not pass this place.

The heavy sleepiness forced both of her eyelids to shut. Without realizing it, there were three men who were also at the stop from watching him.

Opi woke up when the school bag that was originally in her lap fell. And he stared at the horror of the three men with sangar's face that was nearby. Calm Opi. Calm Keep. His mind calms down.

Opi's heart was relieved when her net caught the shadow of an approaching angkot. He hurriedly stood up and waved his hand down as a sign of stopping the angkot. The transport stopped and he went up. It is unexpected that the three men also climbed into the angkot that was boarded by Opi. And the woe in the angkot was only himself and the three men with the look of the face of the sangar.

Opi tries to be as calm as possible and pretend not to be afraid and remain vigilant. Although it has a basic pencak silat champion on PORCAM but still tucked a sense of anxiety in his heart because the three men sangar has a large height posture beyond his posture.

“Stop sir... Left,” Opi's word to angkot driver.

Angkot pulled over and stopped. Opi came down and paid the fare. The three men also came down. Feeling this was not right, he chose to run as hard as he could. The three men ran after him.

Because the burden of the mind is crammed, making Opi unable to concentrate. Even running towards a dark, quiet and desolate place.

“Mau what lo!!” hardik Opi's.

“Night-night meet sweet girl... Fun,” said one of the three sangar men.

“Don't dare mess with me or I hit lo!!” threatening Opi.

“Wah this cute little girl is fierce apparently... We like the fierce yes,” said one of the most jet black among them.

“Yang fierce more funkkk," said the man tattooed all over his arms.

“Hahahaha... “ the three men laughed eerily.

One of them was about to ambush Opi but with the martial arts he learned since childhood from his teacher, Rizal. He managed to land a sickle kick that was able to paralyze and make the opponent fall.

“Ckckck... This girl is incredibly fierce as it turns out. Let's just brush!!”

The man who had fallen due to Opi's kick woke up and stood up and with his two friends came forward to attack him.

There was a fierce fight from Opi. As powerful as he exudes all the moves he has ever learned. But the strength of the three of them who played a game made him unable to keep up and eventually fell down to lose.

“Hahaha... Lose you too!!”

“Come on we brush!!”

“Don't...!! I beg you do not mind me!!” Opi tried to beg the three men to abort his bad intentions towards Opi.

“Hahaha... It's so fierce now, it's soft" said the jet-black man.

“Do not... Huu... Huuu..” cries Opi groans but is ignored by the three men sangar. And the three were already preparing to capture Opi.

And...

“Let him go!!! “ The voice of a man surprises all three.

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Who helped Opi???

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It's a visual Fahri ya.

Fahri is sweet, right?

 

This is Opi the tomboy.

Sweet opi is also.

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Why the visuals are not Korean artists or other novel-rich outside artists. Because to get more into the story. This is the story in Indonesia. And those characters in this novel are native to Indonesia. So I don't think it's appropriate if the visuals are outsiders.

But if you don't like it, please visualize it according to each version.

Btw I want to say thanks to my writer friend who often helps.

Ka Aricha, thank you for making the cover and always give me the vote every week because he is on holiday writing. Good luck, and write again.

Ka Ayu (Ayaya) .. thanks for the visuals of Dewa and Mimin. Thanks for the support too.

Ka Ros. thanks for the visuals Fahri and Opi. Thank you also for your support and sharing about PUEBI.

Ka Najwa Aini, thank you for sharing and support. I once asked the difference between Anta and antum yah ka.

And other writer's friends too.

Love U all's.