2. Fierce, But Handsome

Hardi's clothes were stuck to the street wind, his body shape was vaguely visible from the outside.

The roads in his village have not been touched by asphalt at all. The air is cool because of the many trees that are allowed to grow large and wild on the side of the road. Even the number of houses can be counted.

With a speed of 65 km/hour, Hardi inhaled the distinctive aroma of the trees that spread through the wind around him. Born and raised here, he is very good at twisting his motorbike avoiding mud or large rocks that block his way. The road conditions here are still said to be decent for motorcyclists like him.

Every time there is a hole or damage, the government in his village will only fill the road with new soil. Hardi doesn't know when he will see asphalt or electricity entering his village. Maybe when he has children and grandchildren later? I don't know... He would have burst out laughing if it really happened.

He glanced at the clock on his wrist, his eyes almost bulged.

"Damn it! I was almost late!" He cursed before increasing the speed of the motorbike to almost 90 km / h. Only salvation prayers are always offered along the way to the almighty.

***

Getting flat stares from his 6 friends, Hardi grinned innocently. He had to run here after previously leaving his motorbike to Uncle Kamal whose house is not far from their meeting place.

Rahmat sneered, "Ha he ha he! It's so good that it's late and even smirks!"

Okta also chimed in, "You don't know if we've been waiting for you all this time!" He muttered resentfully.

"Don't think that the house is far away and you can come at will!" Spray Vera. The other 3 people pointed at him as if they were lecturing.

Hardi just nodded as his friends said, This is also purely his fault.

Muhammad Rahmat, Ahmad Oktavian, Ayu Veranda, Ummu khalifatull Jannah, Ibnu Hasim Al-ansori and finally Yusman. Except for Rahmat and Ibnu, 4 of his friends are in the same campus, but in different majors with him.

Coincidentally, Hardi saw a strange man in his eyes. The man was standing far from them. With a black leather jacket combined with a white t-shirt as the inside, for the pants he wears torn jeans. Seen was leaning his back on the car Rahmat.

Curious, Hardi pointed at the man, "Who is that? I just saw"

"Ooh, that's my uncle," said Ibn.

"You know that Si Ibnu is Auntie's favorite child, so he have to bring a bodyguard everywhere" Ummu mocked, the boyfriend. With annoyance, Ibn pinched his lover's cheek.

"Who said that huh...? My uncle wanted to come along, he said he was on vacation." He doesn't care that his girlfriend is now crying in pain because of what he did.

"If you want to be intimate, don't come here, don't you feel sorry for the 3 singles around here?" Yusman quipped while fanning Hardi, Rahmat and Okta. As a result, Vera's boyfriend got a kick from the three friends he insinuated.

Vera, Ibn and Umm laughed out loud watching the behavior of the 4 teenagers in front of them. Hardi accidentally caught the man who was said to be Ibn's uncle was looking at him briefly and then returned to his original position.

Deg!

For some reason Hardi's heart felt like it was about to fall out of place, but he immediately brushed off the thoughts from his brain, "Hey hurry up, it's almost 10 o'clock, how about we're going to be late?" He asked his friend.

"Whose fault is it for us to wait here?" Sarkas Rahmat flicked Hardi's forehead.

"Hehehe... I've come after all, right? What are you waiting for?" Hardi coaxed while rubbing his sore forehead.

"Hardi's right, Come on"

said Ummu glancing at the fairly hot weather.

Sighing, Rahmat as the leader of the group agreed. He grabbed Hardi's shoulder and followed five friends in front of him to approach the place where he and Ibnu had parked the car.

Rahmat asked, "Are your things complete yet? If you don't, you can come with me." He offered to glance at the large backpack on Hardi's back as well as some belongings in his hands.

"It's complete bro, you know that my mother cares the most about me" Hardi raised and lowered his eyebrows, Don't forget to squeeze the buttocks of a man who is taller than him gently.

"You pervert!" Rahmat cursed, hitting Hardi's hand to get it off his butt.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Hardi climbed onto Rahmat's back and shouted to his friends, "I don't need a car, Rahmat's legs already exist." The five friends turned around and laughed out loud at his behavior.

"Down Di! Do you think your body is as small as a girl?" Protest Rahmat.

But the teenager on his back shook his head quickly, "I'm leaving my motorbike to Uncle Kamal, Come on, take me to the parking lot, whose fault is parking a car far away" He grumbled, shaking his legs. Finally, Rahmat was forced to hold his feet and then walked after his friend.

As soon as he arrived, Hardi immediately jumped to the ground and said, "Whose car am I in?" Staring at Rahmat and Ibnu alternately.

"Just be with me, Rahmat's car is placed with our friends' belongings, where do you want to ride?" Ibnu said as he entered, sticking his head out of his car window.

Hardi bent down to peek inside Ibnu's car. Next to Ibnu was Ummu, there was Vera and Yusman sitting side by side in the second and last row in the back seat filled by Ibnu's uncle with a fierce and handsome face, Sitting in silence.

Blinking confused, then Hardi continued to Rahmat's car and did the same. This is even worse, Rahmat sits next to Okta. Behind the two of them all the chairs were folded down and used as a storage place for the various things they carried.

"Where do I put my stuff?" Hardi asked confused.

Rahmat replied, "Just put it on the car and then tie it up so it doesn't fall and pack it up with a tent." He handed Hardi a small tent.

Without protest, Hardi took the tent and climbed into the car and began to follow Rahmat's advice. After he finished he went down but was still confused about who to go up with. If he are in a car with Rahmat, where do he want his body to be filled? But if he was honest with Ibnu, he was a bit afraid of the uncle of Ibnu.

As a result, the teenager looked dumbfounded while holding his chin.

"Don't even stare, Come on up with me!" Ibnu exclaims excitedly.

Hardi approached him, bent down and whispered, "Isn't it possible, Can you asked your Uncle to exchange with Okta, his face is scary, you know?" He whispered, glancing at the back seat where Fierce Uncle was sitting.

"My uncle is handsome like that, Why do you say scary!" Ibnu protested without whispering, as a result his voice could be heard clearly in the car.

"You pig, why don't you speak slowly!" Ibnu gave him a sinful smile. Annoyed, Hardi almost strangled the young man in front of him. Now 3 of his friends immediately turned to him. Unfortunately, Om has a scary and handsome face as well.

A sexy baritone voice greeted their ears after that, "You mean me?" Dead Hardi now. In his heart, the teenager continued to pray that his face would still remain the standard of Indonesia until later in the mountains.

Ibnu replied,"He wants you to switch seats with Okta, So Okta sits in your place" Ignorant with a glaring look that Hardi directed for him.

Instead of being angry, the fierce-faced uncle smiled faintly at Hardi, "I don't eat people anyway" The more you hear, the man's voice makes 2 girls in there addicted. On the other hand Hardi, he shuddered to hear his voice.

"Come on, hurry in, or I'll leave you later" said Ibnu impatiently.

"It's true what Uncle Ibnu said, Don't worry, He don't eat people." Vera comforted while reviewing her polite smile to fierce uncle and a smile returned from him.

Now Hardi is confused about what to do, plus the insistence of his friends. He glanced at the back door of Ibnu's Toyota. Biting his lip and then with a feeling of anxiety, heart pounding, and trembling legs he grabbed the doorknob and opened it.

An empty chair appears. Next to it is the fierce uncle sitting, looking at him with his trademark faint smile.