Trapped by Cinta Mas Lurah

Gathering

The more Akmal thought the more his chest tightened. Rere wants to go home soon and spill his tent on his favorite mattress.

In the distance he saw the motor passing towards him.quickly he waved stopping the motor he thought was ojek.

Without asking much, Rere immediately arranged his things on the motorbike. Suitcase in front of brother ojek, overlaid cardboard souvenirs for father and mother, then a large tote bag between him and brother ojek. 'Beres!' figured

" Dah bang, Kopian hamlet yes.. Mr. Carik's house." he said lightly

Ojek's brother who still looked confused could not resist and took pains to start their journey which was occasionally interrupted by cardboard and suitcases that were about to fall alternately.

Not much has changed. The scenery and atmosphere of the street is still the same as when it was abandoned Rere 5 years ago. There were only a few new buildings visible on the right-left side of the road they were traveling through. Occasionally Ojek brother greet the friendly people they meet, but that is the familiar atmosphere of the villagers who are very much different from Jakarta.

About 500 meters before the house Rere there is a small bridge in the middle of the rice fields that connect Kopian Hamlet and Wajik Hamlet. Not too wide, only about 1 meter long and about 10 meters wide. Although it can be, but it is very narrow to use two passing motors.

The Ojek brother was about to stop, to give another motorbike a chance to pass from the opposite direction. But because it was too sudden, the bike behind him was shocked and braked too late. Finally there was totolan, the brother Ojek was unable to master the motor because it was disturbed by a pile of luggage, then their motorbike was screwed and the suitcase collapsed on the puddle.

Rere who found the clothes dirty because of the mud raging.

" Eh you! Can I bring a motor, no?!!" he glared and his face red

" Yes sorry mbak, the name is also an accident." the carpenter checked the condition of the motorbike

" Eh, mas! The one that fell was me, how the first bike that was helped anyway?!" Rere was upset that the motorcycle taxi driver cared more about the bike than he did.

" I'm sorry, I wasn't on purpose" said the attacker, trying to help Rere stand up and pick up his belongings. " I was shocked when I suddenly caught a fever"

The impactor's eyes went from Rere to Abang Ojek, "loh, Mas.... "

Ojek's brother cut the sentence of the impactor by sticking an index finger on his lips. The impactor who looked still confused just according to him.

" I'm sorry again" he continued before leaving them.

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Rere brushed his eel 'o yes, how could I forget to pay well?!' there's a little regret and guilt tucked away. Rere immediately approached his mother.

" Mom, did you see the motorcycle taxi driver who stopped me?" ask Rere in a hurry

" the motorcycle?!" I asked doubtfully, "oh, that one this morning?" continued mom laughing

" how did you laugh, Mom?" asked Rere did not understand, "yes, I had forgotten to pay. The end is still rained down into the mud." he added to defend himself

" just calm down.."

" has she paid?!" cut the excited rere

I shook my head, "I told you to thank you,"

" i'm just saying thanks for the buk, he needs his pay."

mom laughed again, "hus, ngawur you. He's not a motorcycle taxi driver. He's Bima, his ex-lurah son, Mr. Danar the deceased."

Rere gawked, shocked by his mother's explanation, "so I mean mother, Bima the delinquent who had taught the children in the bik sumi store was mom?" Rere tried to remember

" yes, that one. Bimantara Sadewo, your upperclassman at Junior High, who beat up kids at Sumi's bik stall because they were caught stealing cigarettes and Bik Sumi's money."

Rere was stunned to hear his mother's explanation. All he remembered all this time Bima was his class brother who was notoriously naughty, likes to rebel and fight. Contrary to him who is known as a polite and accomplished child. But he just found out that there was a pretty noble reason for his actions.

' Ah, who cares what the motive is? what is clear is that he has often been punished by teachers for fighting and breaking school rules, period!' think Rere

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