MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 23 THE STRESSFUL JOURNEY

Our car broke down. Our position is on the corner. We were so worried that we would disturb other drivers. While the sky is getting darker.

Mas Arka and Deni, get out of the car. To check the condition of the car. They were seen opening the front hood of the car.

Me and Yola, still sitting in the car. My feelings are mixed. I pray in my heart that nothing will happen and the car will be able to walk again.

Ten minutes later, there was a thunderous sound. Lightning also came from the sky. I'm getting panicked.

I closed my eyes when I saw a flash of light from the sky. Oh God, save us. My prayer in my heart.

And before long, I saw the raindrops start to fall, on the windshield of the car. Mas Arka and Deni quickly got into the car. Because the drizzle started to come down.

"Where is this mas?" I was panicking, at Arka's.

"Quiet darling. Don't panic" replied Mas Arka, patting my thighs slowly.

I clasped Arka's hand tightly. Moreover, the rain is getting worse. I'm getting panicked. The sound of the other vehicle honking loudly made me panic.

"You sleep first, baby. Let it be quieter" said mas Arka.

How to sleep, while the car broke down in the middle of the road. The rain fell down hard. I saw the trees swaying. Which indicates the wind is also blowing strongly.

Suddenly a thunderous voice sounded. The car was tightly closed. I immediately hid my face in Arka's chest. Mas Arka patted my back slowly.

"I'm afraid mas" I said slowly, holding back tears. I'm really very scared.

In front, I saw Yola was no less tense. She hugged her husband's arm.

"We pray, may all be well" said Mas Deni. He also tightened his embrace on Yola.

While he was tense, suddenly a man knocked on the front window. Spontaneous I who also saw it, shouted.

"Yesh...!" then I hid my face in my husband's chest. My isak is getting heard.

"How is Ka?" ask Deni to Arka.

"Open a little window. Ask him what he wants" replied Mas Arka. His one hand was looking for something in the seat pocket behind the driver's seat.

I saw him take something. I watched him in the dimness. Because we don't turn on the lights. He held a dagger.

Whats? So all this time, Arka mas everywhere carrying a dagger in his car?

I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare. Not a good time to ask that now.

I raised my face. Away from the chest of the Arka. My hand still holds one hand.

Mas Deni was seen opening the window a little. Yola tried to stay away from her husband. She sat slightly facing her husband. His body rests on the door beside him.

We're all tense. I was confused what to do. Our position in the car, making our space is not free.

I also followed Yola's position. Maybe it'll be safer for me. I let go of my grip on Arka's hand. Give her freedom to move.

"What's up, sir?" ask Deni a little loudly. Because of the sound of rain outside, it gets louder, when the window is opened.

"I'm helping push?" said the man. From where I sat, and the window that was lowered slightly, I saw the face of that person. Although not very clear.

A man in his thirties, apparently. His face looks fierce. His body was strapping, covered in the raincoat he was wearing.

I tried to record his face in my memory. Horrifically. That's the impression I got.

The man seemed to nod, then he immediately walked towards the back of the car. While Deni began to stater the car. After closing the window.

Fortunately, the streets did not rise. So that person could push him alone. Slowly the car moved forward.

Trouble car starts no signs lit up. Until then, the car engine is running perfectly.

"Alhamdulillah." said we at the same time.

Deni did not immediately drive his car. He let the car engine heat up first.

We wait for the man to come back to the front. But it didn't show up. We spontaneously looked back. It turned out that the man walked away, away from us.

Mas Deni signaled, by honking the car horn, perhaps meaning that the man should return.

That guy keeps stepping away from us. Raising one of his hands up. I don't know what that means.

Mas Arka took the initiative to chase after that person. He took the umbrella in the back seat.

But fateful. When the side door was half open, and Mas Arka was developing her umbrella, from the back, the car drove at high speed.

Because the weather was dark and it was still raining too, maybe the driver could not see clearly.

As a result, the umbrella that had been developed by the Arka mas bounced far. Luckily Arka did not get carried away bouncing. Because his body was stuck in the car door, which was still half open.

Spontaneous me and Yola screamed. Surprised Deni mas who did not pay much attention to the incident.

"What's the Ka?" ask Deni. Mas Arka immediately closed the car door. Then lean with the hunting breath.

I immediately hugged the Arka. Thankful that Arka survived. Let her umbrella bounce off somewhere.

"Udah Ka's. Let the father go. Maybe his intention is just to help us" said Yola. Arka nodded.

After the car engine has started to stabilize, and the atmosphere in the car began to calm down, we immediately leave the tense place.

I have expressed gratitude many times. We were immediately freed from the gripping atmosphere, and the Arka mas survived the car stampede.

"There is still time for maghrib prayer, how about we start the mosque first mas? Make a thought" I said to Mas Arka. Deni seemed to have heard my words.

When he saw a coffee place, which was more like a rest area, Deni immediately turned his car. Then look for a parking lot, which is not too far away, from the main building. We don't have umbrellas anymore.

"Maybe here is provided musholla" said mas Deni. We rushed to the main building.

Arriving inside the building, we immediately looked for a seat. I took the Arka mas to the musholla first.

Then we were escorted by a waiters, to the rear building which was used as a musholla and toilet.

As the maghrib time was running out, we immediately took ablution, and prepared to perform the congregational maghrib prayer.

Finished with our obligations, I say goodbye to the Arka mas to go to the toilet first. Because I held back my pee. While the Arka mas went straight to the main room of the restaurant.

I'm done with my business in the toilet. When I opened the toilet door, from the direction of the musholla I felt someone watching me. I'm turning.

There stood a man, like the man who helped push our car. With the raincoat he was still wearing. His gaze was sharp towards me.

I was very surprised to see him. Then I immediately took a thousand steps.