You Are My Sunshine
The Part 179
The day began to get dark, coupled with cloudy weather made the atmosphere on the quiet streets increasingly gripping. Since then Michelia has not moved from there, she still sobbing sitting in the dry grass on the edge of the dusty road.
The woman looked increasingly shabby and seedy, she was now confused as to how. With him now only left a butut motorbike that almost ran out of gasoline, a wallet with two pieces of red rupiah and his cellphone that was turned off since becoming a fugitive.
His eyes looked around circulating his gaze hoping to find a place to rest, but all that was visible as far as the eyes could see was a dense forest with no single house in sight.
He got up from his seat. Decided to re-drive an old motorbike with fuel left to find a temporary shelter as the day grew darker and also looked for food to fill his stomach that was getting sorely wrapped around.
It has been an hour drive through which is just a row of tall trees without a single settlement of residents, the fuel is getting thin until finally the motorbike is completely dead.
"Basic fucking motor!" objurgation.
He went down and kicked his bike with a great upset feeling. Michelia would not want to push the bike because now that's all she has.
Thirty minutes passed, from a distance his eyes saw a retail fuel seller by the side of the road. He immediately pushed his motorbike with all his effort to quickly get to the seller's place.
"Sir, buy the gas. Full of the tank," pinta Michelia with breath that is still irregular due to fatigue.
"Everything is one hundred and fifty thousand" said the father of the seller after finishing pouring his gasoline.
"Abspful sir? it was only five liters at most when it was full," his protest in a voice as high and haughty as ever.
"Yes, it's really here that much because it's a remote area. The gas station is very far from here and there are no more fuel sellers nearby than me. If you do not want to pay so much I suck again aja gasoline using a hose," replied the father relaxed bodo time.
Michelia clucked resentfully, then handed over the remaining two hundred thousand in her wallet until now it only contained one blue sheet.
"About five kilos, just follow this path later and then until," said the father who was busy closing the bottles of gasoline used by Michelia.
Without saying thank you he immediately darted away from the place, making the seller shake his head.
"His appearance is like a raspy but haughty for mercy."
*****
After buying food with the rest of the money, Michelia hesitates to park her motorcycle in front of an ATM machine near a minimarket. He was either trying to withdraw money or not. If he withdraws cash, his whereabouts will be tracked by the police, but if not he no longer has the provisions to connect his life which is now dangling.
Michelia went into the bodo with police tracking, penniless and dead-end, and no longer concerned about all the risks of her decision.
However, dear thousand dear. It turned out that his account was frozen and it was definitely the police who did it. He beat up an ATM machine and took out an oath with harsh words.
Now he really doesn't know what else to do. Michelia sat on the edge of the minimarket with tears returning. It was no longer able to bear this situation he finally turned on his phone and contacted his mother.
"Mom, I want to go home soon Mom. Why is it that now you are not so good to take care of a small problem like this," he cried while crying desperately.
"Chelia, your father's been confused as to how. Aryasatya's family has blocked all access that allows us to wash our hands" her mother said across the phone.
"I've run out of money, Mom, my account is also blocked. I turned on my phone because I couldn't stand my life anymore. Tell me to try as soon as possible so I can go home. I don't care how you use it!" forced his.
Not yet had his mother answered his phone had died because it ran out of battery, now Michelia can only cry pitifully lamenting the fate of the fruits of her own deeds.