3 Perfected Decades

Not Aris .. but Roro

     The bell rang out, and I rushed into the classroom. When I entered the classroom, accidentally my eyes and Aria's eyes were shuffling with each other.

"Aris ..." I muttered.

    I remember that in my first life, Aris was hit by a motorcycle until she couldn't walk. But in my second life, he managed to save me so that we could graduate school together.

     My third life now is what's going to happen to Aris, huh? I'll see what happens when I get home from school. Aris who is now different from him in my two previous lives. If in the past two lives, so clearly seen sadness on Aris's face. She was saddened by her grandmother who was very ill and was being treated in hospital.

     The Aris I see now does not show any sadness on her face. He looks ordinary, can still even smile when my countryman teases him.

"What in this third life is also, Aris is different from in my past two lives." I muttered while looking again at the notes in my agenda book.

"What are you talking about, King?" radit asked probably because he heard my murmur.

    I saw Radit with a curious face adorning his face. Somehow to me it looks so annoying, she's like the mothers in the complex who are always curious about other people's business.

"No, I'm just talking to myself" I replied while keeping the agenda in the bag, as the teacher of the next subject had already entered the classroom.

      As the teacher was explaining her lesson, I accidentally saw one of the girl friends crying silently, she constantly wiped away the tears that came out of her dear eyes.

"Why is she crying? Did somebody bully her at school, huh?" whispered in my heart.

     I turned my attention to Aris again, he seemed to be listening to the lesson being explained by the teacher. He still looked ordinary, as if there were no problems.

"Is her grandmother okay?" I whispered in a very slow voice, so that Radit would not hear.

     The doorbell rang, almost all the students walked to the door. Push each other because you want to quickly get out of class. I also saw Aris among them. Now my eyes are directed to Roro who was crying during the lesson. He still sat down and slumped his body onto the table with his face hidden with both arms.

      I walked quickly to catch up to Aris. I took my bike out of the school gate. I deliberately stood near Aris, if it's true that the accident will happen again. Then I was ready to help him.

      I saw a motorbike speeding, as it passed through the streets of the Nusa state school complex, which started from the Taman Kanak school to the High School level.

     I watched Aris' movements, he had no intention of crossing at that time. The bike passed us, and I was still following the direction of the bike.

    I was surprised because Roro suddenly crossed, and the bike hit him.

"No! don't tell me this time, it's not Aris but Roro!"

Roro's body was thrown quite far and the biker also fell after the bike was broken.

      I ran quickly towards Roro, and carried him to the side of the road while several other friends carried the biker. The situation there is now very chaotic, especially most of the students are on the shoulder sides of the road.

"Doctor Setiawan, please try to make sure that they will be okay" said his friend father, who often plays at home.

"Yes, you calm down. I will try my best for both of them" Doctor Setiawan said as he held onto my right shoulder.

     I watched from a distance as the two men were dealt with by the medical team. Turns out the Headmaster is still here, I guess he's been home since.

"King, how are Roro and the biker?" 

"They're both still being handled by the medical team" I replied as I pointed towards those in the ER room.

     Nearly an hour later they were both treated by medical teams. I asked the Headmaster to contact both of Roro's parents. Roro was an orphan when she was three years old. Since then Roro was raised by his maternal grandmother, who lived a kara. The news obtained by the Headmaster, is that her grandmother Roro is now often sickly because of the age factor that has been very advanced.

    Now Roro, has been transferred to the inpatient room. Because she's not a relative, just a grandmother who's old, the only one, her family. The medical expenses I asked my father to bear them.

     Roro's wounds were quite severe, his legs had to be given a gip, for a while. Then his face, in the forehead to the temple must be sewn as eleven stitches. Thigh and right arm blue-green-purple due to bruising. Roro is also unconscious, although it has been two hours since he was transferred to this hospital room.

     While the motorcyclist, suffered fractures in his legs and hands. There were also a lot of bruises all over his body. His family immediately came when contacted by the Headmaster earlier. They also gave a lot of money to Roro.

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     I lay on my soft bed. My brain floated back to remember the incident. I thought it would happen in my life again but it could change. Not the same victim in my first or second life.

    I took the agenda book that was in the bag. Then I re-read the events that will befall the people around me, according to the records of the first and second lives. It's just a picture, because in my third life this will change, and I don't know who to help and prevent his death.

"Hah .. It's getting harder!"

"If in my second life it was easy because it was the same story as in the first life. But this time it was different, why?"

    I see the date on the calendar. The time of the accident, just a few days away. But now I don't work as a volunteer doctor. So how?

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