Angel Helper

The Unexpected Meeting

The hunger made Hana unable to close her eyes. After finishing the bath, the girl walked to the kitchen to look for food. There was no food in the kitchen or dining room. Mbak Jum who saw Hana seemed to be looking for something approached the girl.

“Mbak Hana find what?” ask Mbak Jum.

“Mbak Jum not yet cooked?”

“Lho? Hana hasn't eaten yet?”

“Not yet, Ma'am,” replied Hana grimacing.

“Then Mbak Jum cook first. Ma'am Hana wait a minute, huh?” said Mbak Jum who wants to open the refrigerator looking for cooking ingredients in there.

“No need, Ma'am. Hana buy it outside. Mbak Jum has not had dinner yet, has he?”

“Mbak Jum do not need to buy, Mbak Jum diet,” replied Mbak Jum shook his head.

“Ckck, no need diet-diet. Anyway Hana buyin Mbak Jum too. Wait, yeah?”

Hana immediately went up to her room to pick up her purse and wore a large hodie to cover her knees. Hana really likes to collect Hodie oversize like this.

After taking her goods, Hana immediately pedaled her bicycle to go to the fried rice seller who always roasted in front of the minimarket. It wasn't too late yet, it was still nine o'clock. Hana had greeted some people she knew in this housing. Sometimes he also met his friends who are his home around here. Hana arrived in front of Pak Man's fried rice wagon. Luckily Pak Man's airy airy was quiet, so he didn't have to queue for too long. Hana also parked her bike in front of the minimarket.

“Pak, two fried rice, huh? One pedes the other one do not be too pity,” said Hana standing next to Mr. Man.

“Ready, Ma'am. Want to use eggs?”

“Pake dong, Sir. Hana wait there, huh?”

“Iya, Mbak.”

Hana also sat in one of the chairs provided by the minimarket. The girl pulled out her phone and opened the whatsapp app. There was a chat from one of the members of OSIS who said if the child had sent an example proposal by e-mail. Hana immediately opened the e-mail and opened the file that had just been sent by the child.

While focusing on reading the file, suddenly Hana was surprised by two motorcyclists who drove very fast. One of the riders deliberately kicked the motorcycle next to him. As a result, the motorbike fell right next to the cart of Mr. Man. Mr. Man who was frying rice was surprised, even his wagon was almost screwed.

BRAKK!

The motor that had deliberately kicked it ran away somewhere. While the motor that was kicked down smelled asphalt. Mr. Man turned off the stove and tried to help the biker. Likewise with minimarket employees who saw the incident also came out. Hana also did not stay silent, she also approached the motorcyclist who was still trying to get up.

“Shortly, Mas! I helped lift the bike. Wasp! Very heavy motor,” said Mr Man. “Mas! Cepet, help me lift the motor has Masnya,” said Mr. Man on the minimarket employee.

After the motorbike was successfully lifted, Mr. Man and the minimarket employee asked the biker to sit in the chair that Hana was sitting in.

“Sorry, Ma'am Hana. The fried rice is delayed,” Pak Man told Hana.

“Not what, Sir.”

Hana's gaze was fixed on the rider who looked familiar to him. The girl was staring at the rider who was still bowing his face with a helmet on his head. But when the minimarket employee took off the rider's helmet, Hana's eyes spontaneously rounded.

“Ken?” ceplos Hana's. The owner of the name turned his head and his expression also looked surprised.

Hana comes out of the minimarket with a bag of plastic containing red medicine, bandages, cotton, plaster, and drinks for Ken. The girl sat in front of Ken. Hana grimaced to see the battered face of that guy. Also when you see the uniform worn by Ken looks dirty, even the men's pants are torn in the knee. Hana was about to drip a red medicine on Ken's wound, but the guy roughly brushed Hana off.

But Hana did not touch Ken's words, the girl clasped Ken's right hand whose knuckle had a wound. Seeing that again Ken brushed aside Hana's hand, until the girl's hand hit the table.

“Mas, Ma'am Hana wants to medicine the Masnya. Relax Mas, Ma'am Hana pinter ngobatin people,” said Mr. Man who saw Ken's rude attitude earlier.

Commemorated by Mr. Man, Ken finally lets Hana treat his wound. Patently the girl dripped red medicine on Ken's wound and placed a plaster on it. Then Hana turned to Ken's slightly torn forehead with blood still coming out.

The distance too close made Ken feel uncomfortable. Even unconsciously the guy held his breath as well as his hand gripped the handle of the chair. She breathed a sigh of relief as Hana moved her face away. A sweet smile was created on the girl's lips after she finished treating Ken's wound.

“Udah done,” says Hana.

Hana also cleaned a table full of bandages and dirty cotton. He sat there again after taking all the trash out. Then his hand shifted the drink bottle closer towards the guy.

“Create lo,” says Hana.

“Ngga..”.

“Mbak Hana, this fried rice is done,” Pak Man interruptions cut off Ken's speech.

Smelling the fragrant smell of the fried rice, Ken made his stomach sound. The man rounded his eyes after hearing the sound of his stomach shrill. While Hana and Pak Man held back his laughter.

“Make one more, Sir,” says Hana.

The girl got up from her seat to pay for her order. Hana returns to meet Ken, intending to go home.

“Gue leaking bicycle tires lo,” said Ken with his flat face.

Of course Hana was surprised to hear the guy's confession. But Hana does not want to enlarge the problem, according to him the incident has passed and he is not too harmed by it.

“Ngak what-what. Then I go home first.”

Ken was silent. The guy stared at Hana's departure, looked at the tiny back away from where she was and disappeared down the street. But the focus collapsed instantly as a plate of fried rice with a puff of smoke floated in front of him. Ken's saliva almost dripped out. The guy stared at the fried rice with interest.

“Pak, but I don't have..”.

“Take it easy, Mas. It was paid Mbak Hana,” cut Pak Man.

“Thank you, Sir,” said Ken.

“Not to me, Mas. Should have been to Mbak Hana,”, said Mr. Man patted Ken on the shoulder.

Ken was speechless, but he immediately scooped up the fried rice. The thank you question can be later, he thought.

“Anj*r! Really pedes!” ken's strangulation made Mr. Man jump in shock.

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Babang Ken pesesesan, anyone want to drink? 😳