TOWARDS THE END OF THE ROAD

Fretted.

"Eh dad. It's old?"

My broom.

"Lumayan. But not for long. Not like you're fucking."

Dad's ejek.

"Who's coming to me?"

Ask wonder.

"Why are you out?"

Ask my dad with eyes tired of working.

"Full yeah."

My solute.

"Ah, are you bored or do you want to meet Fida?"

Father is becoming.

"Ih, what the hell is daddy mah. Arif is nowhere."

Sewot.

"Don't lie to you. I saw you again jailin Fida."

I was shocked while choking on my own spit.

"Uh, all the way."

Said dad sipping coffee.

"Udah ah well. Shame on me."

My word. I just laughed and then fell silent. We also sat on the terrace casually while drinking the drink I had bought earlier in the stall.

"Who's dad here?"

I said after a few minutes of silence.

"Nungguin Haikal is his father. Tomorrow your mother will go again.

Answer father. Shortly afterwards, Haikal came in with a direct shout:

"Woooo! Ka.ret you."

I was surprised by it.

"Eh wait a minute. Who told you to come with me?"

My toot. He was silent as he scratched his head.

"Ah, udeh is. I'm sorry but I'm treating my wounds."

He said while parking the bike near my bike.

"Iye iye's. Here you are."

I said. He approached and put his hand out. I treated the wound with a little pressure.

"Au, bego's sick."

The screech.

"Ahh, you're lebanese."

My ejek. He can only surrender.

"Udah noh."

I said. He also sat down next to me.

On the other hand, Fida was crying as she stared at the HP screen that displayed a display that said you want to unblock this contact? Fida pressed the okay button. After Arif chat opened, he immediately close the chat application. Fida stepped towards the garage and pulled her pink bike.

"Where are you going, son?"

Shouting mother.

Legally. Fida just pedaled the bike to the highway.

On the other hand, Mr. Doni is preparing files that are piled on his desk to take home. After all the files were ready, he walked home. Arriving at home, he changed clothes and he pocketed his duty card in his pants pocket. Don't forget he slipped a gun around his waist. This time he was not carrying a long-barreled gun as usual, but he was carrying an air rifle gun just to keep watch.

The other side of Arif's house. Fida came in that afternoon with a face that was flooded by tears.

"As, assalamualaikum."

Greetings with sobbing. Arif was shocked and in disbelief.

"Rif, I'm sorry Iuu."

Hiks. He cried and hugged the boy's body.

"Udahlah. no papa. I'm the same as everyone else."

Arif who took turns testing how bad he was?

"What ap?"

Asked Fida with trembling knees. Arif nodded.

"You're evil!!!"

hiksy. He is becoming. Arif smiling. And Arif hugged the woman's body. Fida was comfortable but restless with Arif's words. Is that true? Ask Fida in my heart. Shortly after, Mr. Doni arrived.

Good afternoon. We're from the police."

Say hello to doni little leleg. Legeg in Sundanese means belagu.

"Yes sir. Please. What's up?"

Ask dad.

"The father's son has been accused of stealing a woman's heart."

Said Mr. Doni with a smile.

"Well, when did you become a love cop?"

Ask me a little mocking him.

"It was just a second ago. Haha."

Sitting next to me.

"What do you want to drink?"

Bargain father.

"Milk shayk is there?"

Ask her.

"Wait a minute."

Father says. Dad went inside and me and my two friends immediately moved into the back garden of the house near the fish pond. Does that person really have anything else but me? Was he just entertainment yesterday? Does that wisdom just make me an outlet? Ah I don't know. I can't afford to think about all that. I cried and I stood up and walked towards the back door of Arif's house. But I'm sure from Arif's eyes he doesn't really talk like that. My gut also says so. I pray that my feeling is right. I sat by the door to get a little away from the two men. I don't know what they're talking about, I don't want to know. Until it is not felt, the time shows at 17:30. I was about to take a walk home but Arif held my hand.

"Eits, where are you going?"

Ask.

"Cepo. Lepasin yep."

I said, shaking the man's hand. He's just a head bobble. I was without much more bicaa, I ran towards the gate and I got on my bike. Even though I am 13 years old, but if I look at it like 15 years old, you know? Because I'm tall. After riding my bike, I continued to go home. But not yet home, I met a group of suspicious people. From the gelagatnya they seem to be a herd of begal. Butbut wait. That's not Nanang and Ari? Why were they brought by that group? I really wanted to know, but when I wanted to get close,

"Ape you little girl? Want a life stor?"

Said the thug. I got on my bike as fast as I could to Arif's house.

Disillain in Arif's house. Arif feels a bad feeling about Fida. What the hell is going on? I can't stay still. I stepped into the garage and I took the bike. I paddled at almost the same speed as the speed of the bintaro train 34 years ago. Unexpectedly, behind me were some bicycles as well. And in the opposite direction there are bicycles Fida, Ari, and Nanang. Can not avoid because the road is not too big, finally the collision can not be avoided. We collided, and blood splattered. Loh, it turns out that some of the bikes behind me are Kak Indah, Kak Ika, Kak Maman, kang Fauzan and kak Bintang. Why is it like this? Your question is not papa? Continue to link each other between the twilight shade that began to show itself. I went to all my friends including Fida.

"Well, aren't you papa?"

I asked with worry. He shook his head while crying. After I saw there were no serious injuries on his body. Different from the victims of my friends back there. I shout to get up soon and I will treat their wounds at home only. Kugandeng Fida's headed home. And followed by all my friends. Our bikes just left. It was as if they were terrified to see something. I took fida's hair, and I hugged her home.

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