Trapped in Ramadhan
Part 28 - Piece

...A piece...

17 Ramadan. Midnight.

I have a target. I have a plan to find him. I got the information I needed. I know where to go. And I'll start now. But I had to be stopped by something else, something I tried to ignore for a moment.

Coincidentally. Do you believe in something like that? Me? I believe more in Cause and Effect, as I have told you before. Nothing just happens. As for what humans call 'Continence', to me it is only the culmination of a chain of events that has started long before. But I don't deny that I'm still surprised by the 'coincidence' I'm experiencing right now.

Maybe because of habit, maybe also because of the surrounding situation that already feels familiar, or maybe I really want to meet humans who have had problems where I was involved deep in it. One of the reasons that made me step towards the Brothers Motorcycle after coming out of Al-Alim Mosque.

At first I was only intending to see the state of the Brothers motor in passing, but I instead saw something that made me peg in place. I saw Rian putting a motor in his workshop. The damaged black motor on the front with the left penny lamp was destroyed. The motor was the same type of motor used by two human attackers at Rumah Aidah. And according to Wawan, he saw two humans with the same characteristics driving the same motorcycle involved in an accident on the road that caused damage to the front of the motorbike, he said, more specifically the left cent lamp of the motor was destroyed. And at first glance, this is the bike. All I have to do is make sure that this motorbike is used by the same two humans who came to the house of Aidah and injured Dwi.

I was able to see pieces of memory, some of the memories that humans have experienced. And when I turn the thing I touch into something that disappears from human sight, sometimes I can see almost the same thing. But it's strange to call that a memory piece of an object. I prefer to call it a time trail. That's what I'm gonna try to do. But this time it is not a small object like a pen or mobile phone, but a motor unit. I don't know if I can make something this big red, but I have to keep trying.

Rian had already closed the workshop, locked the door, shut down the shoproom, and entered the room in the back room. While I was standing in the front room, near the window cabinet containing motor parts, while watching the damaged motorbike in front of me. I waited for some time, just in case Rian suddenly appeared from behind. After a long time and Rian did not appear, I rode a parked motorcycle with this center buffer.

I grabbed both motorcycle handlebars and started to concentrate fully. Slowly the red color reached the motor from the part I touched with both hands. The tether was very slow even though I had completely focused my energy. This bike is a lot bigger than any other thing I'm trying to make it deep red. And I feel this is the hardest. But I kept trying, until random images began to creep into my mind.

The traces of time I saw were completely chaotic, befalling each other, and random. But there are two parts that I see quite clearly. First is the time when this motor passes through the fence entering the Two Light Housing Complex. Then the second one when the motor hit a rickshaw that rolled in the middle of the road. The two tracks prove Wawan's suspicion is true. This damaged motor is indeed the same motor used by the two attackers. I remained concentrated and tried to find a trail that could lead me to the identity of the two perpetrators. But I'm instead drawn to another piece of memory that's inside me.

At first I went back to the day of the Battle against the White Mafia. After one of them hit the head of the Youth who was one of the two Central Division Leaders many times until it fell with blood. The batik head-bound youth who was also the Central Division Leader was next to me. Then Rian and a few other young men came to swarm us. I look around. Many members of the Two-wheeled Gang were injured and still continued to fight back. This is bad for us if it continues. So I asked them to withdraw from this clash.

I was helped by the head-bound Youth, Rian, and the other Two-wheeled Gang members brought the wounded Youth to the Hospital. The head-bound Youth and I helped two nurses push the wheeled bed that carried the injured Youth into one of the rooms to be cared for. Shortly as the head-bound Me and Youth waited outside the room, The girl came with an angry expression and directly slapped me. Then he who expressed his disappointment asked me to leave. And I followed his wishes.

I led the second attack to the same place. This time with the addition of fresh blood from the Eastern Division. And we also carry weapons. As expected, they were unprepared for the follow-up attacks. We dominated, penetrating into the two-story house that became their headquarters. The White Mafia's main office is in the room upstairs. Arriving in front of the room, I was with Rian and Wawan greeted by two men who directly attacked us. Rian and I managed to avoid the iron-beating swing of a well-built man. At the same time Wawan managed to resist the slash of a tall male machete with a wooden block he carried.

The sturdy man swinging the iron bat that was clearly not light was as easy as swinging the handle of the broom. And the movement is also fast, trying to attack blindly. I struggled to avoid it, but in the end it remained hit hard until the part of my left hand that I used to endure was very painful. But we won the amount and took advantage of that. While Wawan held every slash of the tall male machete like a samurai user beam in exchange for his sword. Me and Rian who are both not holding weapons work together to defeat the strapping men who attack like an orangutan.

The man was strong and fast, with a wider range of attack and defense than us due to his iron bat. But he was still an ordinary human being who could not handle attacks from both directions. Me and Rian moved around her from different directions. Then Rian advanced quickly and was confronted with an iron hammer, which he painstakingly grabbed and held with both hands. It was then that I attacked from behind by tracing the left calf of our opponent so firmly that he fell to his knees on one leg. I continued forward and crossed my right arm around his neck while beating his face with a left fist coming from beside his head.

The man reflexively removed one side of his arm from the bat he was holding to remove my arm from his neck. And when his strength in holding the bat was reduced by half, Rian used it to fully master the iron bat he had been trying to seize. Then it hit its tip into the stomach of our opponent, who felt the pain until it bent slightly, but I who was still strangling him pulled and forced him to stand up again. Rian continued to hit the stomach again until the White Mafia Member was moaning in pain. And I also stepped on her left calf to prevent her from trying to get up, as I added the energy in my arm that was suffocating her. He used both of his big hands to let go of my arms, but I kept holding on until he started having trouble breathing.

Not far to my right, I saw the attack of a tall man who scratched the upper arm of Wawan's jacket. Seeing that I immediately removed my arm from the neck The man was strapping and ran over the tall man until we fell to the floor with my body on top of it. I quickly got up with both hands and crept up while punching her in the face. What I didn't know at the time, next to his arm was still holding the machete he was going to use to attack me. But before that could happen, Wawan quickly stepped on the wrist many times strongly until our opponents who had been lying down were howling long. I got up on my knees and showered him with a raw bogem hitting his face.

In the first attack we acted as if we were attacking the other Gang. But after they stormed with wooden blocks and severely injured our friend, we could no longer act like that. From the beginning of this second attack we have prepared ourselves, we have come to attack the Mafia. And we won't back down again until we completely destroy them. We made the two men weak. Not far in front of us was a double door that opened slightly from the room that became the main office of the White Mafia. Wawan whose upper arm was slashed by a machete took his wooden block which was also slashed. Rian grasped the heavy iron batter he had just grabbed. And I also snatched the opponent's cleaver. The three of us were ready to beat up whoever was in the room.

As soon as I stepped in after pushing both doors, I saw only one person inside the room. A large man sat behind a table at the end of the room. The man with the bushy brew grinned. It was then that I noticed what was held next to his hand on the table... That's Pistol. The man pulled the trigger and the firearm fired the bullet right into my stomach. I may be too late to realize the gun he's holding. But Rian is not the same as me. He quickly moved his iron bat in front of me and managed to precisely hold the pistol bullet which turned sideways against the open door behind us.

I could see that the man in the end of the room was just as shocked as me, which made him not shoot again. And it was used by Wawan who immediately threw a block of wood with the strongest of a javelin that precisely leads to a table about five meters from where he stood. The man floated next to his big arm to hit the wooden block that almost hit his face in the other direction.

As a member of the Motorcycle Gang who often participate in races or road clashes, we are indeed forged in order to react quickly despite being surprised, suppose when there is an accident or when the police suddenly come when clashing with other gangs. That was why Rian and Wawan could react quickly in this kind of urgent situation. And now it's my turn. As the man got up from his seat and prepared to shoot with the gun pointed forward, I ran over and swung the machete into his fingers holding the gun. He roared in pain. The gun slipped out of his hand and fell to the end of the table as well as something covered in fresh blood...

That memory piece is over! I'm back on the bike brothers. But this room is now illuminated by light. I was still riding the motorbike flushed in part randomly and kept changing; from the left side of the front, half of the motorcycle seat I sat on, exhaust, and then the red color changed to the other parts. The previous part is normal color. Then I realized the presence of another person in this room. Behind the display cabinet, a young man with a nose resembling the shape of a bird's beak stood with his hand still attached to the light switch. With wide eyes, Rian looked right at me!