ALAS ROBAN [END ]
ROBAN

After eating, all passengers re-entered the bus and before long, the bus drove off, continuing its journey which had stalled for some time. Still with the same circumstances and similar creepy atmosphere but Azam and Bima chose silence, ignoring until the moment Bima, panicked suddenly.

"Why are you Bim?" ask Azam.

"Kok through here anyway?"

"Why is that why?"

"If this way means. will pass through Roban's pedestal."

"It's important to get to Jepara."

"Duh, it's kind of horrifying to go through here at night like this. There's a toll road, why choose this road anyway?"

"Don't most think of you! besides, it's not alone. One bus, many people."

"People who like that you mean?"

Azam was silent at Bima's words. Azam also shuddered when he saw the cold attitude of the other passengers. In fact, in his brain has also sprung a lot of guesses. It's just, he tried to be strong, trying to lie to himself if all is good and normal. Strange things happen next. The driver seemed to be able to hear the conversation of Bima and Azam because shortly after, the driver said:

"In a moment, we'll pass through Roban's pedestal. No need to ask too many questions, just follow them! I have always been on this road."

Bima swallowed his saliva roughly. He felt that the driver's remarks were deliberately aimed at him. Azam felt so.

"Can he hear? we will talk slowly," whispered Bima while staring at Azam.

"Jaudah Bim, don't talk about it again! mending we sleep, when we wake up, it has arrived in Jepara."

"Yes." Yeah."

For some reason, Azam and Bima even find it difficult to sleep. Both are awake until the bus actually enters the area of Roban pedestal. Bima tried to calm down while busying himself with his cellphone. The same thing was done by Azam until suddenly the bus broke down. Time and time again, the driver tried to start the engine but failed. As a result, passengers are asked to disembark because, the repair process is estimated to take approximately one hour, can also be more.

"Down first Bim, get wind!"

"Yes Zam."

One by one the passengers got off with the same cold face. Bima watched them at a glance then let out a long sigh.

"In Alas Roban there are still many Bim stalls."

...Degs.....

"Yes yes, I haven't had this much since the toll to Jepara. It's still.."

Not done Bima talk, Azam cut it.

"Come to Bim's shop! want a whip (the slang from smoking), a stick of two, a mouthful. At the diner Miss Rose didn't dare to whip me, the atmosphere was strange."

"Yes come!"

The two of them entered a stall not far from the location of the striking bus. Intentionally they choose the stall to still be able to see if at any time, the bus is back to normal and ready to continue the journey again.

"What do you want Zam to order?" ask Bima.

Instead of answering, Azam even ran fast towards the bushes making Bima reflex chasing after him.

"What's up Zam? lunatics! your running is very fast."

Azam laughed out loud.

"Why?" asked Bima innocently.

"Piss, I'm gonna pee Bim, come with me?"

"Crazy you! just pissing on a run like that, I think there's something."

Azam laughing.

"Name also kebelet Bim."

"Don't you know, you know, you know, intentionally didn't you?"

Azam laughed satisfied after judging his friend.

"Why piss here anyway? there is also a toilet on the bus."

"Males the way again, and we're the way from there to here, tired."

"Hemm, I'm waiting in the shop!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Bima walked slowly to the stall then ordered two servings of instant noodles, one for her and another for Azam. The seller just nodded and walked inside. Bima then pulled out his phone while starting to open some applications there. Shortly after, Azam returned to the shop and asked, has Bima ordered anything for him?

"I pesenin instant noodles," replied Bima.

"May you have instant noodles, no coffee?"

"No, I haven't ordered a drink."

"Where's her mother?"

"Oh this, I took it there. Beautiful roses, though? the red color is thick, almost like black."

"How did you pick up Zam? have you told me the same one who has not?"

"Who has one? should I give permission to the perhutani?"

"Hemm you here, what the hell are the flowers doing?"

"I don't know, it's unique, it's like to see it."

"Basic prank!"

Azam chuckles.

"Eh, the old salesman made a lot of noodles?"

"Just wait, be patient!"

"You want to order my coffee."

"It's just a little later."

"Judah, whip first!" azam said as he took out his cigarette from his bag.

"You Bim?" ask Bima later.

"No, I have."

Azam lit his cigarette, and so did Bima. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes to twenty-five minutes had passed but their order instant noodles, had not yet been served.

"For a long time to make instant noodles," complained Azam who was getting impatient.

"Atang (cigarettes) have run out, coffee has not been pesen," said Azam again.

"Yes, this is a long time ago. Buk. uok..!" call Bima.

"My noodles are not yet?" ask Bima later.

Unfortunately, there is no answer.

"We're Bim's samperin!"

"Don't! it's not polite to go inside."

"I'm afraid she fainted inside. Don't think it's not polite!"

"Hemm. buk..buk..excuse me, we're in!" bima said with a more hardened voice.

"There's no answer. Don't faint really her mom."

"Judah come on, look!"

Azam nodded and started walking in Bima's footsteps.

"We're in, sorry! where is mom?" ask Bima who still has not got an answer.

Apparently, the condition of the room inside was so vast. More like a house. From behind the stall, there was a stove stove from the ground. The fire was burning and on his limbs, there was a pot of water that was being boiled. Next to the stove, there was a pile of firewood. There was a long cot on the other side as well. Further, there is a dishwasher. Azam and Bima were confused because they could not find the mother selling stalls anywhere.

"Move Bim's stall!"

"I've already ordered Zam."

"Where is the guy? half an hour still of cooked water."

"Wait a minute!"

"We just stay in front of the money keep moving to another stall!"

"Nice Zam."

"You are, we are waiting for you again!"

"What are you guys looking for?"

Azam and Bima heard the voice of women from behind their bodies.

"Eh ibuk, we've been looking for it. Our pesenan noodles are ready?"

"Not yet, just wait!"

"Yes buk."

"Over coffee!" sahut Azam's.

The mother simply nodded and walked to the stove to push the firewood in. Azam and Bima looked at each other for a moment and then stepped back to the front.

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