The uncontrollable car speeding down the night road was terrifying enough to unsettle Anisa's mind. Every moment the steering wheel, unsubmissive to Hasan's hands, swerved left and right, her heartbeat accelerated further. Clenching her hands together and pressing herself tightly into the seat, she was gripped by the fearful thought—Is this the end? 😣
Suddenly, the blue-red lights ahead caught her eyes.
A police checkpoint. 🛑
"Hasan… slow down… please…" she said in a trembling voice, but it was as if he hadn't heard.
The car stopped not at the designated spot, but about twenty meters past it, with a sudden stomp on the brakes. Anisa was thrown forward and then jerked back by the seatbelt. Along with the sound, her body turned cold. 🌀
As the police officer approached the car and asked Hasan to roll down the window, the moment the glass opened, the smell of alcohol spread through the air. Before the officer could even ask anything, Hasan smiled drunkenly.
The officer turned to Anisa and asked calmly, "Ma'am… has the sir had a lot to drink?" 👮
Anisa's mouth opened. But before words could leave her, Hasan intervened.
"If my having drinks isn't a problem for my wife… what is it to you?" 😵
He said challengingly in a drunken voice.
Shame and fear rose together from within Anisa's body. The word "wife" felt like a weight in this situation. 😥
"Both of you, step out of the vehicle," the police officer ordered sternly.
Though Hasan stepped out threateningly, looking around, his legs were still unsteady. The officers checked him. 🔦
"Show me your driving license."
Hasan's face instantly went blank. He checked his pockets but couldn't find it. Without proper awareness, he didn't even remember where his license was. Anisa didn't know anything about it either. ❌
Finally, the police officer spoke decisively.
"Sir, drunk driving. We'll be taking this vehicle and you to the station. Ma'am… you'll have to go on your own." ➡
Those words echoed in Anisa's ears.
The next moment, she watched as Hasan and his car disappeared down the dark road with the police officers. No one looked back at her. 🚫
A deserted road.
A soundless environment.
The night breeze flowing coldly beneath her clothes.
Anisa wrapped her arms around herself. 🙍
"Ah… what do I do now…?"
She whispered to herself quietly.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
No taxi.
Phone battery low too.
Hasan…at the police station. 😕
At that moment, a familiar name slowly came to her mind and hovered like a disc.
Yugh… 😫