SAWMILL
82. IT ALMOST HAPPENED
“Untung said his doctor was luka mas Agus has not reached a severe infection.”.
“The important thing has been injected and already given antibiotics mbak”
“But when Tina also injected mas”
“Mbak Tina kepingin injected, mbak Tina kan ndak sick”
“Yang inject ya mas Agus dong, injection mas agus definitely does not hurt, but instead make Tina rem literate ease mas ughh”
Tina and I were at Tina's house after going to the hospital to check on my sore and itchy wounds.
But unfortunately did not see Hendra doctor or Joko doctor because they practice later in the afternoon until evening.
I also just matched the phone number Tina gave me…
It is true that there is a phone number for the big boss, then there is another phone number for the solar sender.
There's another phone number at Wandi heheheh's..This number is what Tina used to report Pak Wandi's relationship with her, until Mr. Wandi's wife came to Tina's place..
And there are two more foreign numbers in my opinion….
For two foreign numbers it is a bit strange, because Mr. Wandi never more than a minute when calling the number.
So it's like just telling something, not to talk or tell a story, or to report something.
“Maaaasss, when will Mas Agus want to inject Tinaaaaa?” whinek Tina while ndusel ndusel on my neck
“Indeed I can inject mbak Tina. I am not a doctor mbak”
Tina who originally sat next to me wearing a shirt with a jumbo size to resemble a negligee while leaning her head on my shoulder…
Suddenly after I talked about the injection.he moved to sit on my lap, on my thighs.
Suddenly he was shaking his hips in my lap.
He shakes his hips slowly until it gets faster….
Tina practices uleg shake that makes my eggplant harden quickly.
Janc*** not strong rasane nek koyok gini.
“Itiiicchh massshh... sunthiiikk Tinaaa doonggshhh...”.
“M..mbak T...Tina ja...jhangan is doooongsh...!”
“Ayoooccchh maaaassshh aacch..syuntik Tina pake terongsshh doonngghhss.
Tina kept twisting her hips in my lap.Both her hands were clad in my neck.not felt until my eggplant really did not fall out.
“Massshhh..uughh, jharumnyaaah mas Agusshh has stoodisshhh..uuhhhgg”
“Syuntiik Tinaaa dong massshh….Syuntik Tina sekharaaangssshhh!!”
“J...jhangan sekharangsshh mbaaak..”
“M..buy Tina syayhaaang Jhangan ssshhhekarang yaaahhhch!”
I stroked her face that was already sweating with her eyes that were MK (moto kelon)....
I should be able to lay off this. I'm not ready to marry Tina yet!..
I must be able to hold back so that my eggplant does not go into the cave of happiness mbak Tina who has been opened to gasp due to the swaying of her muters.
When Mbak Tina began to wait to release her shampoo as a barrier to her pleasure cave..
I twisted her body until she sat on the sofa, I stood up and then sat next to her…
I hug him from the side, kuchiumi cheeks and forehead he's wet with sweat…
“Mbak Tina sorry uugghh eegghh, almost we do khilaf mbak uuughhh.sorry me yes mbak”
Tina did not answer anything, she simply covered her face with her two hands.
Maybe because he was really Hurny and suddenly I canceled, so that in the drop not karu.
Tina hugged me while fixing her scarf that was already at the limit of her phahanya
“Mas Aguuuss dear.. Tina sorry mas, almost yesterday kebablasan mas”.
Tina still hugged me tightly, she was completely out of control.
That smooth Tina cheek stuck to my cheek…
Suddenly there was a warm liquid that soaked my cheeks…
Tina was crying again..
“Udah mbak Tina, do not cry, we both were already out of control, but fortunately there is still God who reminds us”
“Iya mas.. Tina apologizes..”.
*****
The afternoon before dusk.
“That's mas Agus clothes when the day is here already Tina washing and ironing mas. Sana mas Agus shower first, we pray maghrib mas”
“Iya mbak. eh mbak Tina what not shower too?”
“Mas Agus wants to take a shower with Tina?!” suddenly his face sparkled
“Negak Wis.. nak. I take a shower first ya mbak”
I hurriedly closed the bathroom door near the living room….
Fishing Tina with things related to “nganu” is indeed quite dangerous, maybe if I ladeni, surely every day will be “nganu” with Tina hehehe.
Finish the bath and finish with worship together…
“On this phone number how mbak Tina, can we know where she lives and who is the person contacted Mr Wandi?”
“It seems that can not mas, as far as Tina phone office will not provide information about the address of the number to which Mr. Wandi was”
“But we can just try mas, who knows can”
“Mas.. Tina has this plan mas, how about a mas” reconnaissance
“What does mbak mean?”
“Tonight Tina and mas Agus..to the forest and we lurk there”.
“I guess not now mbak, I better get permission to go back to the village for a few days first to Burhan”
“So during the day we can find info to the phone office and night we can..”.
“We can powder together while satisfying each other massshh”
“Iya yesaa. sorry mas”.
“So my plan is like this mbak.I want to take a few days off from there, then I will do reconnaissance in the forest..”.
“Because this morning there will be a shipment of solar, who knows tonight or tomorrow there is solar theft activity again, so mbak”
“So tonight I better go home first mbak Tina, tonight I try not to sleep”
“Ya already mas.. eh mas Agus want Tina bring coffee for later tonight?”
“Bby mbak..if not troublesome”
“Nthere was never a word of trouble for Tina for Tina mas's husband.”.
“Oh yes..we have dinner first before mas Agus go home yes mas”
*****
Right before the Adhan isya I came home from Tina's ruman…
If you do not care to go home can bahanya hehehe, can be invited to pray again, after praying later there is a chat show again, and finally I did not go home heheheh.
This old motorbike whose light is not so bright began to enter the dark forest area.
I saw my watch. It turned out that it was already 19:15.
One drink contains black coffee which is designed in such a way that the contents can withstand the heat in the motor hardpoints.
Motor lights sway when the steering wheel of this motorcycle moves motion when the motorcycle tire crosses the road macadam that can not be said to be ugly…
Because it is so ugly its condition is.
“May you get home safely Allah.”.
I was on the road in the middle of the forest..
Suddenly back again my nose smell a faint fragrance.the smell that often smelled when I passed through the area.
“Thou why the smell of flowers again. but the smell of this flower is different from when I usually pass here at night”.
The fragrant smell coming from that particular flower was getting sharper for longer, so I had to close my nose because the smell made the head slightly dizzy and made nausea.
The bike kept running even though the smell kept following…
Suddenly a feeling told me to look up, but I could question it…
I'm sure on top of my head there's something terrible…
The longer I felt like I was being ordered and forced to look up at my head…
But luckily my faith was still strong, I did not look back or look up at all!.
I added gas motor so that this old motor can run faster…
“Yes Allah..Protect your servant yes Allah..”.
The feeling that I had to look up was getting stronger, but fortunately I was still able to fight that feeling.
“Yanc**k my neck feels forced to look up.. uuuuuhh luckily I can still survive!”
Unfortunately this forest is still long, the sawmills are still far away, and certainly this ordeal will continue for longer.
The inner compulsion gets stronger, my neck feels sore….
The speed of the motor is increasing until the smell of charred smell is smelled in addition to the smell of fragrant flowers are very pungent.
From the smell of this charred indicates this motorbike is tired…..
Usually the smell of this charred because there are parts that have been worn or can also be this motor oil has long not been replaced, or, or it could be because the motor piston is working too heavy but the motor oil is lacking or has been for a long time.
I'm afraid this bike isn't strong…..
And what I was afraid of happened…
“Ya Allah... This motor why strike!”.
There is no sound of the motor roaring, no smell of burning, no sound of pebbles exposed to fairly bald motorcycle tires, and certainly no motor light rays!
Silent... desolate and dark!
And what was terrible was that I was still forced to raise my head, to look up…!
The smell of flowers still poked my nose.
“S..who are you... I do not interfere with your life, I just want to go home and work at the sawmill house!” I said with a bit of a scream
There was no reply to my words, no sound…
What exists now is even the loss of the sound of night animals, so that this forest is getting quiet and gripping!
I led this old motorcycle straight, ignoring the feeling that forced me to look up!
A few meters of this motor I kept on guiding, but it felt something strange…..
Right!.. There's something strange about this bike I'm on …
“Why does this motor feel so heavy?”
Looks like someone's pulling my bike from behind…
But I still don't want to look back. I'm sure there's something behind me, I can feel it.
Than in vain.I better stop guiding this bike..
I lowered the motor without looking back at all.
Now I'm just standing next to the bike that's already in the handle….
No matter how scared I am, I need to be able to face this…
It seems like something is going to communicate with me right now, because it forces me to stop.
“All right.. I stop. who are you and what do you want”.
I tried to cultivate a sense of courage, I was sure God would protect me like the nights before.
Lonely silence, there was no sound of an answer to my question…
But the wind that had been as breezy as it carried a pungent smell now turned out to carry a very strong foul odor.
Nothing was happening before my eyes, there was only complete darkness and silence…
But something changed, the stinging stench turned into a fragrance again, the smell of a flower that I did not understand what this flower smelled like.