
Chapter 14
Yoga got into his car without hesitation. The car he drove was driven very fast, until the marker showed a figure of one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. There was no other thought but that he had to go from there to save himself.
In the middle of the road, suddenly the car's radio turns on by itself even strangely the frequency of the radio can change by itself. The sound coming from the radio made Yoga feel pain in his hearing. Yoga was getting more panicked when the radio was getting noisy and making a ringing sound. He kept pressing the off button on the radio. But the pressure he put on did not affect anything. The sound was heard increasingly piercing the ears, the screams of a small child in pain shrillly mixed with the sound of music and an ever-changing radio announcer.
Yoga slammed the steering wheel towards the rat road towards Ki Gede's shop quickly. He passed through a quiet street just under the bridge crossing people who look very creepy. The dim street lights make the feathers goosebumps instantly. Other riders passing by are not visible anymore. But Yoga, which spurred his vehicle quickly, split his attention between driving and turning off the radio, which was very, very blasphemous to hearing. Suddenly the radio turned off on its own. No more screaming at that sick little boy. Not yet he had time to swallow breathing a sigh of relief, his eyes caught the figure of a small child standing on the side of the road.
Without further ado, Yoga increased his speed to avoid the gaze of the little boy, until he confirmed that the figure had disappeared from the sight of his eyes from his right rearview. Yoga immediately threw his gaze forward intending to focus on looking towards the front but suddenly a man was already standing in front of his car.
"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh...."
BRAAKKK!!!!
Yoga did not see the man clearly and it was too late to hit the brakes. The white pajero now stopped perfectly. Inside the car, Yoga looked panicked and his face was pale instantly. Now his fear is growing because he hit someone. Until he lost his life.
Yoga hurriedly got out of the car and immediately looked towards the back, but he only found the street dimly empty. He then walked to the front of his car. Breathing that hunts with a faster heartbeat. He made sure there was nothing in front of his car.
Yoga was trying to check the bottom of his car. It's possible that the man she hit was stuck there. He crouched down and prepared to look at it, but what he never expected, even more terrible things happened He then squatted down to check the bag under the car. Maybe the guy she hit got stuck in there. The man who was hit by Yoga suddenly got out from under the car and pulled the legs of Yoga very quickly.
Yoga was surprised and immediately fell down, attracted to the bottom of the car. Yoga tried to resist the strong pull, but his hands could not withstand the force so great that his body went directly under the car.
Darkened.
Yoga can't see anything.
As he squinted his eyes, the two eyes of the man he had just hit were glaring at his eyes. The face of the man in front of him right now looked very pale which signified that he was long dead. From his mouth looks a red liquid that constantly\= out. The liquid drops hit his face. Yoga can feel the warm and foul smell of that red liquid.
Yoga shouted loudly, rebelling so that he could escape from it. The pajero swayed violently. I heard a crash from under that car. Yoga kicked his leg up so that the person on it suddenly disappeared. He tried to get out from under the car by crawling quickly.
Apart from that, Yoga ran out to save himself towards the narrow stairs then continued to climb onto the bridge crossing people. Yoga left his car, he just left it there. He then walked by utilizing the remnants of his breath that he could scoop up as much as possible.
Yoga found a small coffee shop on the side of the road, and then he went inside. The shabby coffee shop was covered with old banners that were getting worn out. In it there are only three people, the waiter and the customer are busy chatting. Their conversation came to a halt when they saw Yoga enter the small shop. They looked at the pale face of Yoga.
"You want what pesen, Mas?" ask the waiter.
Yoga reflexes holding his pants pocket, realizing that he was not carrying a wallet or pennies. Yoga then shook his head slowly to sign that he did not want to order anything. But the waiter looked at himself from the bottom up. There was a sense of unbearability in the servant's heart, he immediately took a glass of water for Yoga.
"It's free, Mom," said the waiter to invite Yoga to drink.
Yoga smiled and drank it. After that he was silent again without any sound. He was grateful to have his phone with him. He looked at the phone for a moment, looking at the shadow of his mother there. He immediately made a phone call.
connected and raised directly by his mother.
"Hello, Yes, Ga... Why?" the soft voice reprimanded Yoga who was across the phone.
Yoga who could not answer the question from his mother immediately shed tears.
"Ga, hello?"
reposeful.
"Yoga!" now her mother's voice began to worry on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Ma..," whined spoiled Yoga.
But unfortunately the reply from Yoga was not immediately answered by the mother. There was a voice of Rani heard at the end there.
"What's wrong with you, honey? Did you buy the inhaler?" the question was accompanied by a whimper Rani who turned into a cry. "Duh Rani, just a moment dong!"
The mother asked Rani to be quiet for a moment. Yoga did not answer her mother's questions.
Her mother was upset with the attitude of Yoga, "Ouch, Yoga... You don't joke. Don't worry about your mom again!"
Quiescent. Yoga is just listening.
"Tomorrow morning, mama phone. Now you buy the inhaler keep coming home! Rani's noisier with Hani!" the voice sounded again.
Yoga rubbed his tears that almost fell on his cheeks. Yoga was silent for a moment, had he told her all the circumstances, would his mother have believed it? Yoga gasped when she heard Rani's crying getting louder.
Plus the phone connection was cut off from there. Yoga stared directly at the screen of his phone.
connect . . . .