CONFESSION STONED
60. First Aid

Bara raised his hand avoiding the first wooden punch directed at his head. Now he understands the situation. The minibus that hit him was likely the same culprit for the destruction of his office lobby.

Still wearing his helmet Bara kicked the old man who was pretending to ask his name. The man pulled out a car tire key tucked behind his body.

With his long legs, Bara aimed a kick at the person trying to approach him with a blunt weapon. This was a stern warning to him for beating Fredy in front of the house of the colonized old man just a moment ago.

Three other people appeared one by one from inside the mini bus carrying long logs and a baseball bat. Bara opened the glass of her helmet to see the situation more clearly. Some hawkers who were preparing to return turned their heads like they were trying to understand the situation.

A back punch was directed towards his backside body. Bara kicked the attacker before he could touch his body. But they're too many, six people. The embers could not escape when a piece of wood hit his body on the left. The ember crashed backwards and fell near the rear tire of his motorcycle.

A man immediately raised his baseball bat high above Bara's head. A second before the stick hit his helmet, Bara caught the tip of the stick and grabbed it. At the same time a piece of wood landed on his left shoulder.

He began to sweat inside his helmet. His breathing began to pant because of oxygen intake which was hampered by the helmet. Opening his helmet at that time was not a good idea. His head could have been hit by those woods at any time.

With a baseball bat he managed to snatch, Bara could fend off a tire key thrown at him. His steps were more and more limped and he felt a pain mixed with pulses from his knees.

Bara looked down and saw her jeans torn from the knee to the bottom of her legs. The books of his left hand peeling off because it was dragged for a moment when he fell with his motorbike earlier.

"Say the cheap cowardly men who have told you to, find your own cave! Don't wear lackeys!" sergeant Bara hit a baseball bat at someone who hit the man's head.

"Arrrggghh" The attacker retreated shouting as he held his head.

"Lo dog!" a man shouted as he aimed his kick at Bara's back. The embers fall down onto the asphalt then directly roll over once. The sound of his helmet crunching hit the hard road.

And as Bara raised his baseball bat to fend off a kick that was being directed at him, the voices of several people were heard from across the street.

"Waiy!!" the sound of screaming was heard from across. Several teenagers and hawkers who had noticed the stunt ran across the street.

"Drop! Unplug it!" a man calls out to his friends.

"Don't run!!" shouted some of the people who managed to cross the streets and arrived near Bara.

"The chase!!" shouted someone from the middle of the road pointing at the minibus. The two minibuses that had surrounded Bara and the motor had already departed and in an instant disappeared from the bend.

"Pursuit use what a moron? Odong-odong pake?" raise someone's voice. It turns out that there was indeed an odong-odong handyman who passed by and stopped crowding Bara.

"But! Bang out! Doesn't it hurt Bang?" ask a teenager. It was then that Bara could feel the feeling of being Colored that he had once asked with the same question. A stupid question he once asked a woman who had just been beaten up.

"It's a newspaper!" knock someone near Bara.

"Make what? You think this brother is dead? Would you like to close that? There's a peck you think!" curse someone.

"For the base, for the beds!" answer the newspaper merchant.

"What do you think this brother wants to do here tonight? Shocked the brains! (that's crazy about your brain!)"

"Can you stand up?" asked the voice of a middle-aged woman crouching nearby. Bara. He was not able to stand up at that time. He just wanted to feel everywhere where the injury and pain in his body was.

His head felt dizzy and his entire body felt crumpled. Bara is still lying on the street with a helmet still attached to the head while trying to reach the cellphone in his jacket pocket.

"Mas Heru, pick me up Mas. I was in an accident," Bara said on the phone. The phone screen cracked with a half-blackened state. The screen had already blinked twice as if to signal that it would soon be extinguished.

"Where?" ask Heru.

"Rivet... What's the difference?" bara asked a little dazed at the nearby teenager. He pointed the phone in front of his helmet with speaker mode.

"Tell me the intersection of a thousand Ruko Bang! That a lot of punk kids hang out a lot!" exclaim someone.

"Writer just now? Cepet ya Mas, sayain Bayu Mas, please bring my motor." Bara raised his arm over his face to stare at the cell phone. In his mind came to call Dijah right then and there, but saw how crowded the sound of people asking and shouting near him. Bara unbundled his intentions.

"You want to rise up Bang?" ask a teenager. Bara nodded.

"Woi! Please help me lift this brother!" shouted the teenager. A total of three teenagers helped Bara sit up straight. They leaned Bara's back on a large flower pot located on the sidewalk.

"Who hit Bang?" ask a teenager.

"Unacquainted" replied Bara.

"That's the most Roni hordes are fat. I know that ringer car. Often made for shopping shophouses near the port. I've been beaten there." One of the thinly tall teenagers spoke from next to Bara.

"Roni pickle?" asked Bara who was trying to open the hook on his helmet which seemed to be getting tighter due to the repeated blows on his head.

"Little kurir shabu Bang, bring him segrams aja. Look at the port area. They often hang out there," said the teenager.

"Here I help you unlock Bang's helmet!" A teenager crouched near Bara to help her remove the helmet hook. After the helmet opened, the teenager observed Bara's helmet with wide eyes.

"Makjang! Break this brother's helmet! If you don't wear a helmet, it's been scattered I think this brother's brain from earlier." The teenager was still twirling his helmet in front of him. Another teenager took the helmet and watched it.

"The helmet is expensive! If the helmet's cheap, Brother's head is already split for sure!" said another one.

"Mbok ya if talking more entertaining," said the father of the owner of odong-odong who was still there.

"It's okay we're meeting the rame-rame here, until the soda comes. It's malem. His body was also wounded." The owner of the odong-odong sat next to Bara who had been grimacing incessantly. His wounds are getting worse.

Mas Heru would not believe that Bara said he only had an ordinary accident. He has been riding that bike for years. Already changed models three times, and never once he ever falter let alone to fall and hurt.

"Drink first Mas," said a middle-aged mother who offered a bottle of mineral water. Bara took the bottle and gulped it down to half. The other half he used to flush the back of his left hand filled with blood mixed with dust and sand.

"This is his shoe, I've been in the box again. The food was spilled in the street all," said a teenager with the smallest body thrust two paper bags containing shoe boxes.

"Makasi yes." said Bara smilingly grabbed the grocery bag.

"I cleaned up, too, just now in the dust!" add the boy again.

"That's so good of you. What do you do at this intersection?" ask the boy.

"I'm a shoe shineer" said the boy, who is about eight years old.

"You guys what?" bara asked the two teenagers crouching in front of her.

"Bang Busker! The busker with a bad voice! Make some quick money!" The two teenagers laughed.

"Mom, my mineral water hasn't been paid...." Bara tilted her body to reach for the wallet in the back pants pocket.

"No, it's from me free. It has been a disaster." The middle-aged woman was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk.

"Yes, it's okay. We can't help much. Just can nemenin gini aja," added the owner of odong-odong paddle next to Bara.

A large car like a car that is suitable to be used in the middle of the desert with the word HUMMER is seen approaching and pulled over. A minute hose Bayu seen jumping out of the car and tergopoh approached Bara.

"Mas! The time of the accident? Kayak ABG is just a motorbike," said Bayu who turned out to pass through Bara and went straight to the red motorbike with his right tank still attached to the TREASURE sticker, THE THRONE, DIJAH.

"To the hospital ya Ra," said Heru who had been squatting in front of her cousin's sister.

In the family, Heru and Bara are the only sons of their father. Both are firstborn. That's what made Heru so close to Bara. Since childhood they spent a lot of time together at the house of Eyang who is the parents of Mr. Wirya. Their last name is the same, Satyadarma.

And as additional information that Bara has not told Tini. Heru's full name is Heru Gatot Satyadarma. Bara had not had time to tell Dijah and his friends that not all men named Gatot was a demon.

"All the sisters, sir, Mom, thank you for not helping my sister. Now I want to take my sister to the hospital. Excuse me first, it's a little breakfast tomorrow morning..." Heru held out several pieces of 50 thousand bills to the father of the owner of odong-odong.

"We sincerely nolongin kok-" The father's words stopped. The money from Heru's hands was taken by one of the teenagers.

"We are sincere nolongin, but if the windfall, still can not be refused. This is us for rata Mas! Makasi. May he heal quickly. Check back! It was hit with a lot of wood," said the teenager. Heru turned to Bara who had been swept Bayu up to the front seat of the car.

"I took the bike first huh, which hospital?" ask Bayu.

"Follow my car alone," said Heru then excuse the horde of people who repeatedly bowed to thank for the 50 thousand sheet.

"They're fine. Nemenin me from earlier. If they don't come, I'm probably dead."

"You're good to other people too Ra... The reply is not directly from the person who receives our kindness. Can muter, and we accept yes from others" said Heru.

"Hmmm," murmured Bara.

"Must be followed up there!" tukas Heru when he has driven a car.

"Where was that shoe box?" ask Bara.

"That's in the back seat! That's still being taken care of! Your feet are glued! It must be a long time to heal, you have to be screened in the hospital. Your helmet will break," said Heru.

"So the fall was not hard, which was hit that made it overwhelmed. Very rame!" tukas Bara's.

"Not hard how? We know that accidents do not feel as hard as they see their own wounds. If he was sacked and he really liked you, he would have left you because of this," said Heru.

"Don't take tau Mas.." murmured Bara. "HP pins!" exclaim Bara. Heru pulled out a cell phone and thrust it at Bara.

Bara presses the number keypad containing the phone number Sejah. It didn't take long, the voice of the Sejah had already been heard across. "Hello... Jah's? You sleeping?" ask Bara.

"Yet. Still waiting. Where are you going? He said he wanted to come by, whose phone number is this? Hape are you not actively calling me?" The worried colonized railed against Bara with questions.

"Jah.." call Bara. He glanced at Heru who was next to him.

"I got a job out of town with Mas Heru. Sudden. It's important. Maybe a week more. Sorry I can just get it now. I'm dead, abis battery." Bara clenched his mouth waiting for a reply. Though his heart now wants to be entertained, but he does not want to be colonized know his condition was very bad at that time.

"Yes, you be careful." replied Sejah on the other side. Although upset because Bara was late to give news, Dijah was now relieved to hear the man's voice was fine.

Bara ended the call and leaned against the seat with a grimacing face.

The To Be Continued.....