The River House
39. Fadlan and Wignyo
Two young villagers located on the forest edge of the K sub-district region, this morning seemed to be dressed in dapper and fragrant. The first man with a head of grey hair was named Fadlan. The second young man looked older with a wide shiny forehead named Wignyo.
Fadlan and Wignyo are two unemployed people who are usually tasked with shopping and delivering groceries to a large house in the middle of the forest. Even though they both looked contemptuous, they were basically 'great' or innocent youths who could be trusted.
Like this morning, they rode on a butut duck bike to the county town. A black helmet with peeling paint was worn by Fadlan on top of his fluffy, creamy hair. While Wignyo sat in the back seat wearing a helmet full of sticker patch.
"Nyo, you brought the check, right? Later far away to town, the check is left under your bed" Fadlan began a conversation. His voice sounded very flat.
"It's nothing" Wignyo replied as he showed a shabby paper on his right hand.
A check on Zainul's behalf was sent to Wignyo. The check is dated today. It can only be disbursed today. While Fadlan a few days ago did receive a WA message to cash the money and must be immediately delivered to the Rich Man's house.
"How much is Nyo nominal money?" Ask Fadlan again.
"Wahh, can't count me. Zero is so buanyak. You can buy a BWM car like that," replied Wignyo from the origin of the original.
"Be eM Weeee Nyooo, not BWM," said Fadlan exasperatedly.
"People who have a lot of money like strange yes," said Fadlan again.
"How weird?"
"Saneh Nyooo's. Make a gedhe house in the middle of the forest. Continue, take large amounts of money supplied to others. Fortunately, this person is trusted, try it if not. It could run out of ludes right," Fadlan muttered, Wignyo just a mangosteen agreed.
"You brought a bag, didn't you Nyoo, make the money?" Fadlan asked again.
"Pure. I brought a sack," Wignyo replied as he unfolded his shirt. There's a sack that's folded up and clamped between the CD and his cut bray pants.
"Kok sack is Nyoooo. We're not going to take grass or hay, '" Fadlan complained. Wignyo just grinned, no matter what.
Forty-five minutes drive they both pass. Finally arrived at a bank with dominant blue paint. Fadlan took off the helmet, which made her kribo hair instantly bloom blooming like cake batter exposed to fermipan.
Fadlan and Wignyo broke into the bank, and took the queue number. It was still quiet because it was still early morning. Almost all bank employees have memorized the figure of Fadlan and Wignyo. Two eccentric young men who always cashed large amounts of checks in a few months.
But this time, the money they cashed out was much more than usual. Several stacks of red paper that can make the eyes green, lined up on the teller table. Bank employees helped put the money into brown cardboard. Then, it was put again on the seedy sack that Wignyo had brought.
"Tomorrow bring the bag Nyooo, cook with the sack. No mbois," grumbled Fadlan.
"Halahhh, not even mbois are important contents this lhoo," Wignyo replied proudly. Proud of money that is not his own.
After the transaction was completed Fadlan and Wignyo immediately returned to the parking lot. The blind motor looks more dull when the sunlight hits the body and the paint is already old.
Just as he had departed earlier, Fadlan sat in front of the piggybacking Wignyo. Wignyo cannot ride a motorcycle. He is difficult to maintain his balance, so where always asked to be piggybacked by his best friend Fadlan.
"It's a lot of money. What do you want to do yo? Don't the rich man go bankrupt?" Said Wignyo while holding tightly the sack in his hand.
"Not much to ask. I'm worried about this. When we arrive, what happens?" Fadlan looks worried.
"Yes we fight. It's a risk to our work. I've asked for 'embossed' (a kind of talisman) with shamans. Let no one dare to bother," replied Wignyo confidently.
"You still believe that? We are the millennial generation of Nyoooo," said Fadlan.
"Minitial generation of opo mbel!" Wignyo sneering.
As the two of them were busy arguing, two motorcycles were seen trailing. Motorcycle with loud exhaust sound. Each motorbike has two people. So, there were 4 people currently trailing behind Fadlan and Wignyo.
Until arriving, on a quiet street in the rice field area. The two bikes behind Fadlan began to increase speed. When the stranger's motorbike was parallel to Fadlan arrived a kick was struck into the body of the motorbike butut Fadlan.
Fadlan lost his balance and bulls. Fadlan and Wignyo fall. The stranger stopped and got off his bike. The four of them surrounded Fadlan and Wignyo who were still on their knees smelling the ground.
"Your talisman ra manjur Nyooo. As*!" Fadlan cursed in annoyance.
Wignyo had already stood up and put up a horse. Wignyo is a plain young man, but he is quite good martial arts. Therefore, he was trusted by the rich man among many other young men in his village. While Fadlan looks scared.
"What do you want? A gelud? Ayok" Wignyo defied undaunted.
"Give me your luggage!" Snapped one of the people wearing a black suit.
"It's junk sir, it's just junk for us to sell," Fadlan tried to lie.
However, Fadlan's remarks did not discourage the stranger's intention to do evil. They approached and surrounded Wignyo who had mounted his horse.
And the fight is inevitable. Initially Wignyo managed to repel two people. He looks deft and strong in swinging his fists and kicks. But 4 against 1 remains unbalanced. Wignyo had to take several blows until he fell down.
When Wignyo was beaten up and ganged up came a dark blue car. Two men got out of the car carrying black batons. The begal who realized and recognized the two figures who came down from the car, immediately ran scattered. They immediately left and drove the bike at high speed.
"You all right?" Ask one of the men in white. His face was handsome and clean, his body was sturdy and looked dignified.
Wignyo got up immediately. With a face full of wounds he kept putting on a horse. Wignyo did not just believe in the figure of his helper.
"Hey relax. We're both police officers who happened to be on duty combing the area here. My name is Adi and my colleague, his name is Tarji" said the figure who turned out to be a police officer, while introducing himself. A police officer named Tarji is seen showing his member's card.
"Thank God, we are happy Nyooo," cried Fadlan relieved.
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