Between Love and Traditional Java

Accident

Danial Pov's,

"His work spirit," I sent a text to Dyana, she's planning to return to work today. Even though my mind was still haunted about the photo and was tinged with jealousy, I still had to pay attention to him. Remembering I decided him first. Realizing I was wrong before. I hope it's not what I thought it was.

"yes baby, you are fine, yes" Dyana replied to my message. My smile flashed instantly, my heart began to be relieved. Maybe the photo is nothing. Just coincidental.

Then I get ready for work. Today I asked permission to work half a day. I'm planning on going to Blitar, giving Dyana a surprise.

"Buk I go to work first yes," I said goodbye and shook my mother's hand. My father was out of the house in the morning. My neighbor held a paddle on his newborn son's aqiqahan.

I turned my bike in the third, I deliberately passed a shortcut even though it was a bit steep to get to work immediately. Passing the highway takes about 30 minutes. Because my house is behind the mountain, but the access and facilities are quite good and adequate.

My house is in the tourism area. Being on the coast that is overgrown with fir around it, and that is one of its characteristics. I also work on the beach. Served in the tourism entrance ticket section. The beach surrounded by several mountains on the side really displays the splendor of haqiqi.

The moment of Ramadan is not crowded, so I can work half a day. I can't wait to see Dyana. Although I had just met, my longing was still frozen in place. Along the way I smiled to myself imagining what kind of reaction he would have to know I found him. I had forgotten the photo, precisely while forgetting, before getting an explanation. It might be an accident.

"Don't I have to believe it?" I insisted on my stance not to be prejudiced anymore.

Suddenly I lost my driving focus due to crossing with the pick up car of the market goods carrier. Usually, there are rarely cars that pass here because the road is narrow and steep.

I fell among the bushes. I used my hand to hold my body back from falling too deep into the abyss. My motor is stuck between the branches of the trees. Not falling too deep into the abyss.

I rise from my fall, my hands are sore. The pick up car that saw me stopped. Two men descended from his left and right side. They ran so they could help me immediately.

"I'm sorry I didn't see a bike around the corner" said one of the men, who may have been the driver, because I saw him coming down from the right side.

"You're fine, too" said one of them

"My wrist is a little bit sore," I whimpered.

"I drove you to the hospital, yeah," they took me to a pick-up car. After that they tried to pull my bike, because not in the very fall can finally be overcome. They raised the pick up car after stacking several baskets of goods so that there is an empty place.

I endured aches and pains during the journey. I used my hand to hold my body, which caused a violent clash due to the heavy pressure from my body. Now it's a little difficult to move.

Arriving at the hospital, the orthopedic doctor examined me. He asked how the chronology happened. He examined my hand carefully.

"It's a mild wrist fracture, where the bone is still in position, but we have to make sure by doing a CT scan" the doctor suggested.

"All right, doc," I'm following the hospital procedure. After the CT scan results came out the doctor explained to me the diagnosis.

"I will put a cast so that the position of your wrist is maintained" said the doctor.

The doctor entered the storage room and took the equipment. After finishing bandaging and putting up his cast, the doctor gave me painkillers too. My hand is now wrapped in a cast.

After paying the administration fee I went home. I asked permission not to work. While my motorbike was delivered to the workshop. The condition is not severe, it's just that the front of the motor slightly broke.

"Fetched me at Medika Hospital," I called Andi.

"Why loe?" Andi picked up her phone while devouring her instant noodles.

"Well, you're okay, right? how can? how's story? not badly?" Andi nyerocos at length to forget about his noodles. I kept my phone away from my ears. Andi is very noisy.

"Can't you pick me up?" I asked again after he was silent.

"Gue departs," Andi grabs the key of his motorbike and speeds away at lightning speed.

"Can loe fall until rich gini Dan?" Andi introgasi me after meeting me in the waiting room.

"Disease, little wound," I calmed down.

"Keep loe to Blitar?" Andi asked me worried.

"Let's be it, just gini doang, I'll take the bus." I plan to keep going. Andi just shook her head and she drove me home.

***

Andi didn't come home right away after driving me. My parents are not home. They went to see my uncle, and planned to stay the night.

"Mending loe rest," Andi suggested.

"No papa, I want to see him," I kekeh persuaded him. Finally Andi relented and wanted to take me to the bus terminal.

I waited for the bus to come for a long time. Until finally there is one that has a route to the place of Dyana. I climbed it and chose to sit in the back corner.

I leaned back and looked at the window. I calm my mind. Closing my eyes trying to rest for a moment my body. The pain in my wrist is still felt.

I took two hours of travel. The bus stopped at a stop not far from the Dyana store. I walked through the city crowd. And stand in front of a three-story building with many famous brand posters around it. This is where Dyana works. I planned to buy some fried rice before I met him.

I was waiting for him in the park near his shop.The new fountain park was inaugurated by the city government. I could see many people passing out into the door of the shop guarded by two guards in blue dongker uniforms. So many times, I imagine how busy Dyana is today.

He did not know of my arrival. I want to give him a surprise. As well as ensuring its condition. Completely healed of his pain or not. And ask for a photo so I don't keep thinking.

I sat in the garden looking at the fish pond with the fountain radiating in the middle of the pond. Many lights also decorate the edge of the pool. Decorating the tail of fish that come here and there, always seems happy. I grabbed a cigarette out of my pocket and pulled a match, lit it. I relax while waiting for the store to close.

I saw that my watch was eight in the evening, and Dyana was about to finish work. I finished my nescaffe and threw the can into the trash. I walked to find a fried rice shop. Dyana really likes it.

"One fried rice bar, wrapped, pedes yes," I ordered one serving on the salesman's brother.

"What's the eggs mixed are they split?" ask brother.

"Step apart, half-baked yes,"

After waiting, my order was finally ready. I'm back at Dyana's shop. I entered the shop parking lot, waiting on a bench in the corner. I saw a lot of Dyana's friends talking to each other before saying goodbye. While busy wearing a helmet, some are ready to gas, wear a jacket and also allow lipsticks. It felt like all their fatigue was gone when they were sent home

"Yooii I go first huh," one of the women shouted to her friend.

Not far from there, on the stairs, Dyana went down slowly with her friend, who I knew was Lutvi, a close friend who likes to talk a lot. But I was surprised when I saw another man, a man who was no stranger to me. I've seen him before. Dyana seems very familiar.