Khadija
Kha??
...2.2. Kha??...
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The sound of horns both two and four-wheeled vehicles are simple in the middle of the dense streets of the capital. Frenetic metropolitan city life as if never sleep, at night hours like today, congestion is still an inevitable thing.
“Damn!” the Blue Coat from the top of the sport motorbike which is almost tangled with another motorist.
The time showed at two in the morning when he arrived at the parking area of Senen market station. Birudatang destination to the night station by this morning to pick up Barid. His sister just came from East Java, after climbing with the nature lovers club to the mountain which has a height of 3,677 masl.
The rain last night, still leaves cold air and puddles everywhere. Blue to have to fold the tip of his trousers to the knee limit, to avoid splashing water.
Blue reached the waist bag, grabbed the phone and dialed Barid number. “Where is it?” he asked after someone across the street answered his phone.
On the platform, Bang! Wait a moment, replied Barid then cut the connection unilaterally. What else can Blue do besides grumble. He was very tired after a day of renovating the shophouse that will be used as his photo studio. Then now, he still had to wait for his sister in a noisy waiting room filled with puffs of cigarette smoke. Makes himself a little tight to breathe.
Again and again! The definition of the word for a minute is never directly proportional to the time that shows it has been more than 20 minutes he spent in the waiting room. Barid had not yet seen the trunk of his nose, making Blue forced to withdraw from the waiting room, before he was completely unable to breathe.
Blue Back to the parking area and take place under the shady banyan trees. Here it is more flexible to take as much pure oxygen as possible without a mixture of nicotine burning smoke.
Not long after, when his finger was busy surfing on a 6.46-inch screen, a boisterous sound was heard from behind him.
“Eh, what the fuck!” shouted a woman.
The voice drew his attention to turn towards the source of the sound. It looks like a hijab woman is trying to defend the Tote bag from the hand checks of women in hats.
“Please my bag!”
“I said take off my bag or I will scream!” said the hijab woman for the umpteenth time.
Actually Blue is the person most reluctant to deal with strangers. But he also could not rule out his humanity. Soon he slipped the phone into his pocket and approached the two women of different styles.
“Please bag him! I don't think there's a better job!” he said while clutching the hand of the woman in the hat.
The woman in the hat snorted in annoyance as she rounded her eyes and muttered. “Damn it! Basic annoyance!”
Perhaps because he felt he had an unbalanced opponent, the woman was about to escape. But unfortunately a thousand dear, his actions gained karma instantly. Some people in the place realized the commotion, they approached the scene and immediately swarmed the pickpocketed woman.
“Mau nyopet yes, Lo!” exclaiming a man.
“Iya nih! Definitely want to pick him up!” another burly man blocked the pickpocket's arm.
In a short time, the fanfare attracted the attention of people who made the crowd grow.
“This girl is a copet!” exclaim another man.
“Iya really! I often see him again operating [nyopet action] in this area! take it to the police station!” propose the man with the green jacket, an online ojeg driver who used to hang out in the station area.
Following the other man who provoked the situation with his exclamation, “Hajar just let it kapok! Gundulin-gundulin!”
Blue still stands in place doing nothing but witnessing the way people judge. Not to mention playing hands, he thought. His gaze shifted to the side, where the woman who almost lost her bag was still standing stiff while biting her fingertips. But again the net turned in the other direction as soon as the sound of screaming from the pickpocket.
“Auu! Pain!” lamented pickpocket. It turned out that the man who had called for the word hajar, gundulin, landed a shoe on the pickpocket's head.
Blue immediately approached and pulled the man a bit away. “Don't be a vigilante, Bang!” snapped it. “We send it to the authorities,” connect Blue.
“Do not, Bang! Don'tdon't. I'm sorry, Bang!” said pickpocket whose hands are still in the hands of a burly man.
“Halah ba cot! Just apologized! If not tomorrow-tomorrow definitely operation again!” sahut the man provocateur.
The pickpocket looked tangled, his face was no longer as crisp as he just rebuked him. Blue was still standing beside the pickpocket, dispelling the person behind him who was still on standby with shoes in hand.
“Bener, Bang! I'm not lying. This is the first time I've ever been stuck. I also had to do this to eat my sister.”
Along with the provocateurs' men in rude language, two security guards came and secured the pickpockets. Late so!
The woman in the hijab looked shocked. Seen from the way he answered with the stamped sentence. “I-iya, Sir.”
“Follow us to the office, Ma'am. To be questioned,” the woman just nodded then grabbed the suitcase and followed the officer .
Blue breathed. “It's really bad day!” gerutu while restoring hair and then cover it with a hat. He pulled his foot intending to return to the parking lot, but Barid was already behind him.
“That rame-rame is what, Bang?” ask Barid surprisingly.
“There is a near-precision,” Blue turned around, his steps stopped when he felt something was stepped on. He lowered his head and grabbed a pink nude box.
It turned out to be a wallet, opening the wallet to see the identity inside.
“Aishleen Khadijah.” murmur Blue.
Barid patted the shoulder and looked away from the side, “That's what?”
“Same Wallet... What the hell is this?” Blue lifts an object like a clock but is smaller in size.
“That digital tasbih has! So doang doesn't understand. Very late you, Bang.”
Blue ignored Barid's scorn. “It seems to have a girl who was almost pickled earlier.”
“Yes, I've been chasing people. Afraid she's ntar.”
Blue then ran around chasing the woman who was brought by the officer. Passing through the hallway, where the hallway is connected to the security room. She could still see the fluttering of a black headscarf entering the guard's office.
“It's okay, Sir. I don't want to take this matter anywhere. I have forgiven Mbakya, after all none of my stuff is missing.” faintly heard the soft voice of the girl from behind space.
Blue sneers at a. “Encuse? It's easy to forgive people.”
He sat in an iron chair facing the attendant room. Waiting for the woman to come out of the room. Occasionally the corner of his lips lifted when he heard the conversation from the room in front of him.
How can anyone easily forgive the mistakes of others. Try if the pickpocket managed to take away his belongings, can it still be that easy to forgive people? So naive.
Blue rose from the chair as the two women came out simultaneously from the security guard room.
He stretched out his findings, but the directed item was busy rummaging through the contents of the bag.
“Why, Ma'am? Something missing?” ask the pickpocket. “I have not taken anything kok.” he continued again.
“M-mbak Blue tried to call the girl.
“Shortly.” reply without turning.
“Search this?” He showed the wallet and digital bags in his hand. “Tadi fell in front.”.
The girl looked over for a moment and then picked up her stuff. “Oh yes. I think it's gone, thank you very much, Mas!.” he said then opened the wallet, took a few pieces of money and then thrust into the girl in front of him.
“This is a little money for you to buy your sister food. Accepted yes...”
“Ngga try Mbak! I still work to find food. I had to stop because it was urgent. This is also the first time for me, and will be the last time as well.”
Blue almost laughed at the pickpocket's answer. The classic answer that criminals used to throw after being caught red-handed. He shook his head as he walked away without saying goodbye.
“Looks like we're the same age. You can call me Kha. Here you hold it, I leave it to your brothers.”
Steps ceased. Kha??
His head is tilted to the side. His eyes squinted until he made both eyebrows meet.
As if it were no stranger. His feet stepped back. Bringing all the inexorable curiosity. Leaving the two women behind and returning to meet Barid.
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