Because of the Trash
Just go!
It was a clear day, although it was a little noisy in the corridor because it said there were accident victims brought here.
Ayu was already in the hospital bathroom, her plan was to go to college today. Not for long, later Angga will ask permission so that Ayu only fill the absence.
Of course, it was on the advice and proposal also Angga rayu. Ayu was still reluctant to speak like she used to.
Kukhin ...!
The door opened, Ayu was already out in her clothes and ready to become a new student.
"You're in a wheelchair, yeah."
Ayu shook her head, "Just go."
"No, you'll be tired."
"Those hurt my hand."
"Yes, Honey. But--"
Not yet had Angga connect his sentence, Ayu had walked with a little restrained leaving Angga.
"Awhile, okay-okay if you don't want to use a wheelchair. Come on, Papa help!"
The doctor said, Ayu can be taken to a psychologist if Angga sees a big change in Ayu. However, Ayu can only get out of the hospital as soon as tomorrow.
Car splitting the road, Ayu looked beside the road window while Angga was beside the driver.
"What do you want for breakfast, honey?"
"Whatever."
"Porridge?" tanya Angga looked towards Ayu through the rearview mirror.
Ayu just nodded and did not reply again, lucky Angga looked towards the rearview mirror so he knew what Ayu answered.
They stopped at the porridge merchant on the side of the road, looked for an empty seat and sat there.
Quite a lot of visitors, some people stared fixedly at Ayu even occasionally whispering.
Angga who feels uncomfortable staring at the appearance of his son, at first glance there is nothing wrong. Perhaps, they were looking strangely at Ayu due to her still pale face and blank stare.
Just three mouthfuls, Ayu got up and stood towards the car. He stopped for a while before getting into the car.
She saw the mothers who were gossiping about her, "Don't mind other people's business, you have a life too!" assertively Ayu and get in the car back.
Angga and the driver immediately stopped eating and paid for their breakfast this time.
After that, continue the journey to the campus. Not too far away, only need to travel 35 minutes they have arrived.
Ayu does not wear a bag or carry a book because they will immediately meet with staff on campus.
Angga will ask permission for Ayu not to participate in the exercise or whatever it is later as a new student.
"You wait here first, yeah. Papa will go inside" Angga said and entered the room.
"Yes, Pa," said Ayu and sat down on the corridor bench.
He just stared at the floor of this building, his hand still wrapped in bandages was also seen.
One's legs stopped near his feet, Ayu looked up slowly at the person.
"Eh, the most nature-loving pretender. Your hand why? Why don't you go to college, uh, don't tell campus makeup you like this?"
"Save from me!" press Ayu with a cold tone and a dislike look at Akhtar.
Akhtar who heard that sentence immediately frowned, he did not understand what was wrong.
"Gue got it wrong what are you? I have nothing wrong," said Akhtar staring at Ayu.
"Lu why? I'm making a mistake with you?" ask Akhtar.
"Take me off!"
"So, before you tell me what's wrong!"
Ayu faced towards Akhtar with hatred, her lips quivering and her eyes were already hot restraining emotions.
"GO FROM ME! AND NEVER ASSUME I EXIST! I HATE THE LO FAMILY INCLUDING LO'S FATHER! BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT?" tanya Ayu shouted and approached towards Akhtar.
"DAD LO MANAGED TO MAKE ME ALMOST DIE!" connect Ayu and push Akhtar's body hard making Akhtar's hand detach from Ayu's arm.
Fortunately, Akhtar did not fall due to the impulse. Ayu turned around and there was already Angga in the doorway of the office.
Previously, he wanted to call Ayu to face the existing staff. However, he immediately stopped when he saw the situation between his son and Akhtar.
Angga looked around, actually he wanted to ask further. But, he paused and walked closer towards them.
"Nak Akhtar, better to his class only. Sorry if Ayu was rude earlier and please do not disturb him first," said Angga and memapah Ayu's body to enter the office.
Akhtar remained silent, holding back tears and shaking his head. The three friends had seen Akhtar from earlier.
They approached Akhtar who was now sitting on the corridor bench, "What's up, Bro? Why is Ayu screaming like that?" ask Ahmad.
"Gue doesn't know, I'm not doing anything with him."
They looked at each other and looked at Akhtar who looked frustrated. She grabbed her hair and just left.
"Sure Papa made Ayu like that, usually he will not hate that much as me!" said Akhtar walking with his firm steps.
"You see Ayu, don't you?" ningsih asked as she passed Akhtar's three friends, "gue has been running around and calling her but not picked up."
"So in the staff room, you look over there."
"Oh, thanks."
Ningsih walked towards the staff, coincidentally when she reached the room Ayu and Angga were just about to leave the room.
"Well, why?" tanya Ningsih was shocked to see Ayu.
"No papa."
"Hand why? So, which bag? You're not going to college today?"
"No nak Ningsih, tomorrow also Ayu will be on leave. Pray the day after tomorrow so he can get in, yes," Angga said kindly.
"Well why Om? How's his hand on the bandage?"
"It's just an ordinary wound, doain hope he recovers quickly. Then, Om and Ayu go home first, yeah."
"Yes, Om. Later after the lecture Ningsih immediately came to Ayu's house."
"To the Hope Hospital, son. Not to the house."
"Huh?" ningsih asked in shock and closed her mouth, "don't tell me, you yangyat urat da Yu?"
Angga just smiled seeing Ningsih staring so scared towards Ayu.
"Come, Pa!" bring Ayu.
"You study diligently, yes, we go home first. Assalamualaikum, "greet Angga and go from that place.
"Wa-waalaikumsalam," Ningsih replied and looked at the backs of the two people who were starting to move away.
"Well ... Hasn't been sane, huh, Ayu? Just so brave like that, it turns out that wealth does not guarantee happiness, anyway. Fortunately I was born poor, which was born only money not the ravings of humans who do not have a heart," said Ningsih by shaking his head and going to the building in his direction.
