SAWMILL
102. WHAT HAPPENED TO BURHAN

My estimate was wrong. it turned out that the motorbike was heading towards the stall of diesel and gasoline sellers was turning around.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw the motor stop and turn around.

Nderedeg!. obviously nderedeg is. I do not know what to do in this very quiet place.

It could be that later they will rob or it could be that they will scuttle us as well.

“Mas... motor that was turned towards us?”

“Iya mbak Tina, how do we run away from them or how about mbak?”

“Do not run mas, free.”.

“Motor Tina definitely can't keep pace with that motor”

“Iya mbak, I agree with mbak Tina, we better see who they are and what they will do to us”

“I think to fight them mbak”

Huuff fortunately Tina's long hair she hid inside the jacket, and her head was covered in a three-quarters helmet with brown glass.

Scroll spy, it turns out they are getting closer to both of us, even though the speed of the current TIna motorbike has shown a number at 50 km/h.

It's also free when you run from them…

Our position was quite far from the homes of residents, we have not even passed the two graves he said.

So the only way is to fight back if they're going to have evil intentions.

The noisy motor was getting closer to us…

Suddenly the noisy motor added to the gas until now parallel to the motor that Tina and I ride..

“Woii mas.. where are you from. where are you going!” yelled at the man in the bell

“I am from the sister house in sana” village I tried to be calm and as hard as possible in answering, to signify that I am not afraid of them

“Who is your brother's name!” yells who drive the motor

“Pak Solikiiin.. What is it!” I tried with the name Solikin sir, whether they know that name or not

“Oh abah solikin house. ya already mas.. now you want where!” yell in the back

“You go to kotaaa, what is it that you keep wondering?” I began to dare to ask them to make them feel that I was not their enemy

“No papa mas, about the danger of the road by yourself before the twin graves... let's not deliver it through the grave, later you can continue to the city!” yell out in the back

“There are hours like this many people are demoing and begal. let's take you guys” said the one in front.

Their bike precedes us, they add a little bit of speed so we follow it as well.

It was not long before what the two motorists with noisy exhaust said was true..

Some of the young men in the group were watching us closely.

Three to four bikes are parked next to them.

Then one of them pointed at us in a rant so we could stop and go down.

But luckily the two people in front of us were also screaming..

“IKI BOLO DEWE... IKI BOLO DEWE REK..!”

The two people on the noisy motorbike shouted at the horde of young people who were most likely drinking heavily.

Automatically the young men who were screaming gave a thumbs up to us and to the two people who were in front of us.

We continue our journey until the second grave…

After the grave of the two bikes in front of us stopped…

“Mas, if you can not get by here at this hour, the danger is mas, in addition to many thugs and Begal, also sometimes there are demons on the iron bridge that you just passed it”

Luckily it was pitch dark at the moment, luckily I was wearing a face-covering slayer, so they didn't know who I was.

But they do not know me, because I do not know them either.

They are not Yetno or Mr. Wito or Mamad, their faces are foreign to me.

Even though it was dark now I could still see the faces of the two of them.

“Ya already mas, matur nuwun for his help,... uh this is just to buy mas” cigarettes I pretend to be taking out my wallet.

“Ora need mas, wong intentionku help sampean kok mas”

“Eh sik mas... sampeyan know my brother sir Solikin?” I'm trying to test them

“Yo clearly know mas, the best people in the village there are only solikin sir, yo wis carefully on mas” street

They turned on the noisy motor, and then turned towards the stalls selling solar again.

“Mas...they were what was yesterday near the saw house?”

“Sik..I think first mbak Tina, for sure they are not Yetno or Pak Wito as we heard yesterday we hid in the forest near home”

“But certainly the sound of the motor was similar to the sound of the motor that mas Agus made damaged it hehehe”

“Iya mbak, I am sure as sure as sure..the motor is the same as the one we met in the forest in front of the sawmill” house.

“Terms right what sir Solikin said mbak, the name mentioned at that time is not the actual name, but the purpose is what we do not know mbak”

 “Sik mas ..Tina kok ndak mudeng ya about that one”

“I mean Mr. Solikin's nicknames Wito and Yetno which at night we hear it's not their names both”

“I'm sure the two people who were last were the same as the one last night,.. really not?”

“Iya mas, right. And they use the names Yetno and Wito mas”

“Nah.. finally my wife .. uh my wife-to-be.

“Eh.. mas Agus has already acknowledged Tina's wife mas Agus yaaaaa... yok we quickly go home mas, there are still a few hours to satisfy husband Tinaaaa”.

“Hehehe not first yes mbak Tina. I am sure that the soul mate will not go where mbak. Would love if mbak Tina has done with me, eeeh know we are not mate”

“Heheh yes mas, bener mas Agus”

I was driving Tina's bike at mid-speed to Tina's house, tonight's ride really produced something unexpected.

The first person I thought was evil actually protected us,...

Burhan who said in front of me was very polite it was even so rude to Solikin who was much older than him.

Burhan's actions were very criminal by trying to steal a motorbike, and he even tried to break into Mr. Solikin's house.

I can't understand Burhan's intentions yet by trying to break into Mr. Solikin's house, whether he wants to rape Mr. Solikin's son or what.

But the most valuable lesson is…

Tina and I could see the appearance of ugly and blind-snakes that took the corpses that were lying due to the killings at that time.

So the lesson I learned was...

Humanity and conscience are indiscriminate, the owner of the great-grandson who is not a respected person also tried to take the bodies hung on the bridge, and bury it properly.

It was only the owner of the lizard who had no salary from anyone, and was not paid by the government to take the scattered corpses.

Unlike the conscience of the rulers who arbitrarily raise the price of vehicle fuel, even though the rulers know that the country is not healthy.

They are paid by the people's tax money, they are paid as representatives of the people, but they slowly shut down the people.

They live in the midst of property that comes from various taxes paid by their people, and they should be aware that they must also prosper their people hehehe.

“Mas... kok diem anyway mas.. Tina is not a sack of rice that is just left alone”.

“Hehehe, I'm thinking about what happened with us mbak”

“Only that happened with us aja mas.. mas Agus did not think of what should later happen with us?”

“Eh mas.. eh phuting shushu Tina itchy mas... ehm can Tina slide on the back of mas Agus ndak mas hihi”.

“Lho how can itch was there an ant that entered?”

“Khayaknya yaah mas. thoolong charikan nakhal ants mas”

Tina coughed edane. Without me allowing her to instantly shift her padded dhadha deliciously on my back.

Well I let him do that, didn't he say it was itchy…

Than I was told to find ants that were definitely not there hehehe

“How can Tina mbak... still itch not it?”

“Massiih maassh, please garukin dong maaassss.

“I will again bring a mbak motor, where can I garukin mbak hihihi”

“Asyiiiiiikkk, means later at home mas Agus garukin Tina yaaaa”

“Yah later until the house of ants and the italians are clearly healed mbak hehehe”

The bike kept running, and now we're going through the driveway to the sawmill.

I lowered the motor speed when I saw the light from the forest at a glance.

“Mbak Tina..try to see the right direction, what is the light of mbak motorcycle?”

“Iya mas, it's motor light.but rather dim and swayed shake light mas..”.

“Mbak.

“That motor light is in the sawmill house!”

“That's Burhan...he's the one riding the motor I usually wear it...”.

“Sik mas... patience first mas.. we do not run...”.

“Stay as usual and we find a place to hide first mas”

“What does mbak mean?”

“Tina curious..where Burhan ahead of this morning mas”.

“Mbak Tina..

“Hust mas.. Now we go near Tina's house just mas, Tina kok suspect that she will go to Tina mas”'s house

“Why did Tina feel she was going to Tina's house?”

“Remember our time at Solikin sir's house, he will pay attention to Tina's vehicle number plate, and the possibility that will enter Solikin sir's house will he also”

“Tina felt that she was suspicious that we were at Mr. Solikin mas's house, and she had the possibility to know Tina's motor as well”

“Then we have to where this is mbak..”

“Jalan jut mas. anyway we towards the house Tina first just”

“Later in front of the house there will be an empty house, we hide there first

“Whose home is mbak?”

“Tina's family home is also a mas,.eh it belongs to Tina as well, a legacy of the Tina” family

“But Tina prefers to stay at Tina's labor house in a way to install little by little it's mas”

Out the motor at more speed to reach the house that Tina meant earlier.

I don't think Tina is rich either, she's got an unused and empty home inheritance.

But he would rather live in his hard-earned home…

We're in front of Tina's wartel…

“Mas..it's the left one, we go in there mas...”

Tina got off the motorbike, then she walked over and opened the gate of the empty house in front of her wartel house.

After that deftly he opened the garage door made of plywood.

The house was not locked at all.

Although empty but the house is well maintained, it does not look dull at all or there are wild plants.

“Quick input here motor mas”

Tina's motor was put into the inner garage, then she closed the fence, and closed the inner garage door.

“We just go inside mas, from the inside we can clearly see the state of Tina's house that crossed”

“This house is big also mbak”

“Iya mas. therefore Tina ndak want to stay here”

“But later when Tina is married.. Tina wants to stay here mas”

“If used for a family with two or three children, this house is more than enough mas, different from the house of Tina in front of”

“There is only one room only mas hehehe”

“Yes yes mbak, if there is no home wartel in front of it is quite big lah”

“Just the same marriage Tina will not regret deh mas hehehe”

Tina grabbed my waist and led me into the living room of the house.

This living room is quite spacious and clean, there is no dust and dirt like an empty house as usual.

Hehehe, true also said Tina.

He has everything, including his own body.

Well far indeed compared to my girlfriend who is in the village…

“Mas... look at that... right!..”

“Iya mbak.. it's Burhan, why did he stop in front of the house mbak Tina?”

 “Tina thinks she actually knows that we were at home Mr. Solikin mas”

“Not necessarily mbak, he could just be suspicious of the same motor parked on the page sir Solikin”

“But how did he know that it belonged to Tina?”

“Did Burhan ever stop by Tina's mbak wartel?” I started to get suspicious of Tina

“Samely never mas.. absolutely never”.

“Mas Agus does not believe in Tina..Tina is completely unfamiliar with Burhan mas!”

“Iya.iya ..ya already mbak”

Actually what happened to Tina and Burhan, why is it that Burhan can come to Tina's house at this hour?

Why did the clock come this way, did Burhan also ever get love from Tina?

Did Mr. Wandi and Burhan ever be with Tina?

I'm actually being fooled or something….

Now that Burhan got off his motorbike, he walked over to Tina's house, he looked up at Tina's tightly closed fence.

Several times he held the slot of the gate of Tina's walled house…

Strange, he could only hold the slot of the gate of Tina's house, as if he had been used to open the gate of Tina's house!