"Ready, go!" said the driver happily, looking straight ahead again.

"But, don't try to take a detour, sir! Because I know the fastest way to get there!" admonished Risma again when she saw the sly smile displayed by the driver.

The driver smiled awkwardly, as his action was caught before he could carry it out. "Yes, ma'am! I will carry out your orders properly!" he said firmly. Willing to follow the passenger's wishes. He immediately drove his taxi car at a fast pace according to the wishes of his two female passengers.

Halfway through the ride, Sarah moved her face forward, about to whisper in the left ear of Risma, who was now tilting her body as she saw her husband's employer about to tell her something. "The money is in the ATM. Is there an ATM near Port XXX?" she asked softly. Afraid to wake Satria who was now fast asleep.

"As far as I know, there is, ma'am! Or if not, we can ask the driver to stop at the nearest ATM. What do you think, ma'am?" Risma asked Sarah for her opinion.

"It's okay. Afraid there's no ATM there. Oh yes, Mr. Driver, please stop at the nearest B*A ATM! I need to withdraw money for the taxi fare," Sarah pleaded while looking at the driver who was immediately stunned when he saw an angel fall to earth.

"Maa shaa Allah, you're really beautiful, aren't you? I'm dumbstruck," said the driver, showing his brown teeth from smoking so often.

Sarah only replied with a clumsy smile when faced with this situation again. But she had the courage to ask again. "Can you, sir?" she asked politely.

"Yes, ma'am! I can really use it! If you ask me to take you anywhere, I'll take you! I'd love to, not just to XXX Port! I'd love to take you to the aisle, too!" said the driver, laughing from behind the rearview mirror that was shining on the seat behind him.

"That's what you want, you stupid driver!" grumbled Risma as she smacked her lips in annoyance, her eyes even glancing sarcastically.

The driver only replied by letting out a wide grin as well as scratching his graying head.

Not long after, the taxi stopped at the Old Port road area to stop at the ATM for a while. Sarah quickly got off with Satria. Meanwhile, Risma chose to wait in the taxi car, reluctant to join the heat waiting in line.

Sarah rushed inside as soon as her turn came. The cool air coming from the air conditioner above the entrance immediately greeted her gently, making her eyes close as she felt the coolness. But only for a moment, because he had to immediately withdraw as much money as possible through the ATM to pay for the driver's services as well as for the three of them to travel off the island. She knew that Port XXX was an inter-island and inter-provincial port.

Sarah rushed out of the cash machine, not forgetting to button the zipper of the bag she was wearing before getting out of there, and then put it in front of Satria's sling. With firm steps, the woman walked towards the taxi that was waiting for her. She immediately got back into the taxi. Soon the taxi was driving freely through the road to the harbor in question.

Upon arrival, the three of them rushed down after paying the taxi fare along with the bonus that Risma had promised the driver who immediately kissed the four hundred thousand bills with a smile. Meanwhile, the meter itself only showed one hundred and fifty thousand.

Sarah and Risma immediately walked quickly, half-running towards the counter that would take them off the island.

"Where are we going, Ris?" asked Sarah when they arrived at the counter, which was still full of queues.

"To Magelang, ma'am. To Simbah's house. Because that's the only place Mas Yatno doesn't know about. My parents' house, my siblings' house, he knows everything. He's afraid that Mas Yatno will come there and find the three of us. So to keep the three of us safe, we went to Simbah's house. Moreover, he has a tenement hidden in the middle of the forest. You're not scared, are you, living in the forest?" he asked again in a low voice, afraid that someone else might overhear their conversation.

"I'm not afraid at all," Sarah said with a firm nod.

"Thanks God!" she said happily.

The two of them then did not engage in any more conversation, until their turn came. Both of them immediately headed for the departure gate because the ship that would take them to Java Island was about to depart.

***

Meanwhile, Yatno had just woken up from his stupor. He scrambled to sit up while holding his spinning head. His eyes widened in pain as the dizziness continued to attack. "Ris! Risma!" he called out loudly. Hoping that his wife would come and bring him a glass of water so that the dizziness would go away. But there was no reply, so he opened his eyes with a confused look because his wife usually ignored his calls. "Risma!" he called once again strongly while trying to get up, even though the dizziness made his body sway slightly.

But unfortunately, his wife did not respond, which annoyed him.

"Where did that woman go?!" he grumbled in annoyance as he hobbled towards the door. He then pulled the doorknob, trying to open it. But the door was locked from the outside which he soon realized was most likely his wife's doing.

"Asshole! Damn woman! Watch out Ris! I'll make you into chicken geprek, if this turns out to be all your doing!" he cursed angrily while tugging hard on the door.

Unfortunately, the door did not budge. Annoyed, Yatno kicked the door so hard that it swelled the big toe of his right foot and he groaned in pain.

"You unlucky woman! I bought you from your shady family! But, this is your reply to me who loves you so much! You're even willing to use any means necessary to live a good life!" she cursed while rubbing her sore toe.

"Just watch out for you, Ris! I won't spare you, if I catch you!" he grumbled while gritting his teeth as a sign of anger. The man quickly reached into his pants pocket and took out his cell phone. Only then did he contact his friend who he could usually call a comrade in arms. "Bro!" he greeted warmly.

From the other side there was not the slightest sound, but a strong hiccup. But the next second there was a response from there. "Who is this?" he asked in a nasal voice, typical of someone who was in a semi-conscious state.

"It's me, Yatno, I'd like to ask you a favor. As for the money, don't worry because I'd never make a friend miserable. Can you help me, Kim?" asked Yatno, not caring if his friend was drunk.