Ghaib Explorer (Gaib Pawang Group)
Chapter 128: The Devil's Motor
The streets tonight are pretty quiet. This is Sunday. The clock shows exactly at twelve o'clock.
Redi with his new motorbike began down the shaft road that was already quite quiet. Left of the street is a rice field.
The light pole is quite far between one lamp with another lamp. The sound of the crickets that night dominated.
It was just the sound of crickets singing that accompanied Redi across the area tonight.
"This motorbike is sometimes weird too!" redi said to speak for himself.
He drives his bike at medium speed. The wind that night was cold enough to hit him.
Luckily the sky was not overcast that night. If it is cloudy and rain falls on it. Maybe getting home later Redi will definitely get caught in the wind.
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Glekk
The sound of Redi's motor suddenly died. The motor light also died. Redi was surprised to see what was happening to his bike at the moment.
"Loh!" pekik Redi's. He tried to start the engine again. Yet still. The motor does not want to live.
"Come on! It's night already! Don't fuss!" said Redi upset.
"Gini's good motor but strike this how?" said Redi cursing his motorbike.
Pukkkkk
Pukkkkk
Redi patted his motor speedometer. But still it does not produce change.
When Redi reaffirmed his body he accidentally caught the figure of someone sitting right in the back seat of his bike.
Deggs
His heart just then seemed to stop. He was alone. Who is the person who is currently with him.
If there really was someone on that road other than her she should have heard the sound of footsteps from earlier.
But the man managed to sit in the back seat of his bike without a sound. The fixated Redi could only rely on his eyeballs to see the figure more clearly through the rearview mirror.
His hands are black. His stature was neither thin nor fat. He's midway. The figure was wearing a pure white shirt.
He's not a kuntilanak with long hair like a shampoo commercial. He's a man. In the midst of his heart panic.
One voice whispered right in his ear. The whisper is not accompanied by a breath. Though the distance is close. The voice slowly whispered to him.
"Well, try to turn it on again!" abugn.
With my fur standing. Redi's hand seemed to be directed by something. He doesn't know what it is. His right hand turned the motor back on.
When the gas is pulled. In that instant, the motor also drove at piston speed. It took only ten minutes for Redi to arrive at his house.
Arriving there. Redi also parked the motorbike. And then ran inside.
Inside he was still thinking about the figure sitting with him one motorbike. Buk Ijah is the name of his mother Redi.
He woke up when he heard the motorbike of his eldest son coming. Buk Ijah noticed Redi's pale countenance.
"Why are you, son?" ask Buk Ijah.
Redi who happened to be still in the living room while turning her back to the door was also lit up from her daydream. He watched Buk Ijah in front of him.
"Ndak papa buk! Redi is just tired! Get some rest, it's late at night!" redi told her mother.
Then he passed from there. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. While the Redi is in the bathroom. His motor outside.
A young man in white clothes who was with Redi. The same young man that Redi saw through the rearview mirror.
A few minutes after bathing, Redi came out of the bathroom. He also went to his room.
Tired of his body all day. Yeah, he just got a job at one of the diners two months ago.
His first salary at that time was bought a second motorbike which was still good. The bike was the one he was driving. The bike was just acquired earlier this month.
"Hufft.." said Redi.
"Without!" continued again.
Redi lay in her bed. Both of his eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling of the room. There are only lights.
When Redi chooses to shut down for a while then wakes up again. He was surprised to see one charred-faced figure staring at him right in front of his face.
"Si.. si... who are you?" ask Redi stammering. He was really surprised now.
Perhaps this is what is called the event of exhaustion. To move, Redi did not mou. It was as if both of his eyes were indeed forced to stare towards that figure.
Slowly the charred face began to change its skin. The face turned pale white.
"Si... Who are you? What do you want?" ask Redi again.
The figure smiled at him. When seen this figure is quite handsome his face with his trademark thick eyebrows.
"I'm Riko! The owner of the motorcycle you're wearing now!" answer that figure to him.
"Huh... Riko who?" ask Redi again. Indeed, he still did not understand very well who this Riko was and where he came from.
"You take it easy, Redi! I'll just make a request!" riko told Redi.
"What's that?" ask Redi.
"If you want to survive me! Follow race. If you refuse it, then your fate will be the same as the previous owner of the bike. You will have the same fate. Die!" said the figure ended with a smile after saying that.
When the figure fades. Redi was able to lift his own body. Forcing him to sit up and get back up.
Redi gasping. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. White water on the small table beside his bed he took.
Redi gulped down the white water while adjusting his hunting breath.
"Who is he?" asked Redi to think about the young man named Riko whom he had met.
"Ah." - Redi tried to divert her fears.
"Maybe it's just a sleeping flower!" said Redi again.
He put the empty glass back on the table and pulled back the blanket. That night he didn't give much thought to the words of that figure.
Until the next day when he was about to leave for work a lot of misfortune almost hit him.
Like his motor suddenly pushing itself. And almost hit a mother.
The bike sometimes turns itself and almost crashes on the bus. A series of events hit Redi and almost took his life.
Until when he decided to follow the words of the figure. It was wild racing.
When he's following a wild race. The brutal misfortune that came was no longer befalling him. But on the other hand, he was also depressed. Because this satanic motor is like it has controlled his life.
Buk Ijah, who was worried about his son, accidentally contacted Cak Dika for help.
Every night after the race. The look on Redi's pale face was pushy. He never spoke to his mother again.
He became a quiet boy. So that makes the motherly instinct of Buk Ijah thrashed and then contact Gautama Family.