"Wow! Crazy!" I screamed so excitedly.
Who would have thought, the view at the top of the mountain could be this beautiful? Extraordinary!
"Bams, take a picture of me there!" I tugged at the sleeve of Bambang's jacket.
"Don't go there! Danger! Get lost, you slip, fall, roll, what's next!" said Bambang lightly.
"I won't! I'll be careful!"
"No! Yesterday I also warned you to wait for me and didn't go anywhere and couldn't do it!" said Bambang.
Yes, I know I'm guilty of that one. But, aren't these two different cases? Irritating!
"If the photo is with me, it's okay, I can hold Melody if she wants to fall!" said Gepeng who suddenly put his arm around Bambang's shoulders.
"Wait, what are you doing? You don't have any hidden intentions, do you?" said Bambang with narrowed eyes and a probing gaze.
"What are you asking like that? I'm just sorry, Melody has reached the top, Bro! Then you don't allow her to take a photo in the coolest spot here? Don't you feel sorry for her?!"
"That's right, that's all right! I'll take the photo!" exclaimed Bambang in the end.
Gepeng and I too went straight to the edge and posed there.
I was quite surprised when suddenly Gepeng put his arm around my shoulder and smiled at the camera.
Isn't he too relaxed? He was embracing me, how could he be so relaxed when my heart was beating so wildly?
"Smile, Mel!" exclaimed Bambang.
***
"Are you serious about bringing your motorbike?" Mother screamed as I took the automatic motorbike out of the garage.
I nodded firmly and smiled very broadly.
"I must be independent, don't you want to continue to bother Bambang?!" I said, then started the motor, to warm up the engine.
"But, Bams doesn't mind being asked to help pick you up! He's the one who's willing!" mother protested.
"Yes, Bambang doesn't mind. I'm the one who is not feeling well, Mom! Besides, Bambang is in the afternoon, there are gatherings with his friends. It's not good if you keep bothering him."
"Would you like a driver to take you, don't you?"
"I don't want to, I want to use my motorbike. At the same time, I want to show off to my friends that I can ride a motorbike!"
Mother laughed at my words.
"Well, it's up to you, the important thing is to be careful! But, isn't it too early? It's only half-past six you know!"
I glanced up at the sky. It's still too early to leave. But, for me who is a beginner in motorcycle riding, the quieter, the better!
"Let's be more relaxed with the motorbike!"
Mom smiled crookedly, and I said goodbye to her.
I rode my motorbike out of the gate of the house, and down the streets of the housing complex.
As I recall, Bambang used to take a shortcut to school when we were almost late. So, I decided to go through that road to avoid the highway which must have started to get busy.
But wait, there are two turns! Which one is the turn leading to school?
I stopped at the side of the road to call Bambang. Asking which path should I take, unfortunately, the man ignored my call.
Where did he go to not pick up the phone? It sucks!
Looks like I'll have to decide for myself. The last time I made a decision, I walked the wrong path.
So ...
Turn left!
With full confidence, I rode my motorbike and chose the left turn.
At first, the streets were quite wide as usual, but as time went on, the streets became narrower. I stopped and looked around me. There's no one near here. Instead of getting lost, I'd rather just go back.
The faint sound of a group of people joking from the alley near me. When I got off the motorbike, intending to ask a question, I was surprised to see a group of men looking like delinquents.
I quickly turned around and ran to my motorbike. Unfortunately, they had already seen me.
"Hey, beautiful! Why run?!" a man chased me.
The man arrived at my motorbike first, and immediately took out my motorbike key, then put it in his pants pocket.
I'm dead!
"Sorry, give my motorbike's key!" my voice trembled as I said that.
"Don't be in a hurry! It's still early, the school must still have its gates closed! Just play here with us!" said another man who also approached me.
"You want money? I'll give you, but let me go!" I asked.
Someone hit me on the head from behind. It hurt so much that my eyes immediately watered.
"You insolent! Do you think we are beggars? Beggars! You are not polite!" snapped the man who hit me.
My knees are as soft as jelly now.
Impossible to escape, and unable to ask for help? What should I do?
"Bram, just take it easy. She's crying because you hit her!" cried one of them.
"He's still drunk, he hasn't realized it yet! Just look at his still red eyes!" said the other.
"Look, if you want to sleep with us for a while, then we will take you to school!" exclaimed the man who took my motorcycle keys. He stroked my cheek with the back of his rough hand.
Better to die than to sleep with a disgusting man like him.
"Help!!!" I screamed as loud as I could.
Bruck!
The man whom I knew named Bram threw his hand again and slapped my cheek until I fell on my motorbike which also collapsed.
"Don't be rude to him! You'll bruise your cheeks, you won't be beautiful again!"
"Whose fault is she screaming!"
I tried to get up and run, but of course, they could easily catch me.
"You let go, can I kill you one by one?!"
We all turned our heads in the direction of the voice that was so firm and full of pressure.
Although I don't know his name, I do know that he is a member of Roulette.
Can he fight? Am I safe?
Ciiiitttt!!!
A motorbike sped toward us and stopped near the Roulette member. He ...
"You bastard! It's making a lot of noise in the morning!" Paijo cursed angrily.
The thugs were provoked, they immediately pushed me back, and started attacking Paijo and his friends.
It seems that God is on my side. He had sent two men who were good at fighting to save me.
This is amazing, the scene that I saw is more similar to the scene in an action movie.
It didn't take long for the two of them to defeat the thugs and make them run wild with the rest of their strength.
"Are you all right? What are you doing here?" snapped Paijo.
In a jerk like that, it broke my heart. I just went through something so heavy, can't he soften up a little on me? Did I do something wrong to deserve to be yelled at like that?
A single tear fell from my eye, and it felt hot when it hit my cheek which must still be red from Bram's slap.
"Your cheeks are red, they hurt you?" another man asked.
I glanced at his uniform, and read his name tag.
Ahmad Prayogo? Roulette Leader?