CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTER 44. ACCIDENT

Kayra tried hard to close her eyes, this afternoon after a few minutes they arrived home after from Bogor, Iqbal asked permission to see his friend. While now it was more than nine at night and the young man had not shown his nose at all.

Kayra sat herself down, she had already sent a message to Iqbal to sleep first, but her mind had not calmed down at all if it had not seen Iqbal.

Kayra stood up again, the girl standing in front of the window. "This is Iqbal where is it? why don't you tell me, there's no reply on the phone, either" the girl complained.

"Assalamualaikum Shill" said Kayra. He eventually decides to call his sister-in-law, perhaps Iqbal to tell Shilla or his mother-in-law.

"Waallaikumsallam ma'am, how?" ask Shilla.

"Mas Iqbal has any news to you?" ask Kayra.

"Newspaper?" shilla asked confusedly. "What news?"

"He ain't no chat lo Shill?" ask Kayra again. His voice sounded very panicked now.

"What news? here's the story first" said Shilla.

"So afternoon Iqbal came out, he said he wanted to meet his friends. But already at this hour has not come home eh Shill, the problem on the phone in the chat also no answer,"

"It's just going to suck" said Shilla. "Where did he go before not talking to him?"

Kayra shook her head slowly, although Shilla was also unable to see herself. "No Shill,"

"Maybe just go home again mbak, you don't panic so uh I also follow the panic this happened,"

"How do you think dong?"

"Wait until ten o'clock when I haven't told you later I said to dad. It's not good to say dad now, dad again surgery because,"

Kayra tried to catch her breath. "Sorry yes Shill so make you worry too, even though this may just be me who parnoan aja,"

"No papa mbak, you don't panic don't be rash. If there's any news of me, uh there's Mr. Kusnan right?"

"There you are, thank you. Assalamualaikum,"

"Waallaikumsallam,"

The phone closed and Kayra again felt the fear that had disappeared when she chatted with the shilla busily.

Let's say he's better off, but his feelings at the moment are completely indescribable. He felt scared, sad, angry everything mixed into one. Angry why Iqbal did not invite Mr. Kusnan to join the young man.

"Tok tock,"

"Bak Kay,"

Surti's call made Kayra rush to open the door. "Why bi?"

"Mas Iqbal - mbak,"

"Why Iqbal?" kayra asked, worried look she could no longer hide. "Mas Iqbal has gone home?"

"Mas Iqbal is below mbak" Bi Surti said. "Mas Iqbal accident mbak Kay,"

"Inalillahi," Kayra's body staggered backwards. Suddenly his body seemed to lose support, limp.

"Not bad mbak, mbak Kay awaited below. Mas Iqbal did not want to be treated with aunt," said bi Surti again, holding Kayra's left hand.

Kayra wiped away her tears, but she had not waited until ten o'clock in the night as Shilla had said. But her husband had gone home with injuries.

In the front seat of the television, he saw Iqbal who was closing his eyes. As if by closing the eyes will slightly reduce the pain.

"Mas" call Kayra.

The young man smiled, waving towards Kayra. He asked the girl to sit next to him. "Here Kay," he said.

Kayra according. "Bi please bring a small towel, warm water same p3k yes," rich Kayra before sitting next to Iqbal.

Iqbal chuckled softly, while Kayra frowned. How could he still laugh handsomely while his face, hands and feet were injured.

"I don't laugh anymore, don't laugh,"

"Ohh, getting angry again?" ledek Iqbal's.

"Ceritain used to be so rich in gini" Kayra said.

"No papa Kay, I'm less careful,"

"You're gonna use a car if you can get the wound rich with gini?" ask Kayra.

Iqbal wiped Kayra's snot with the back of his hand clean without injury. "It's Kay's death,"

"How's chronology?"

"I want to cross, it continues to turn out there is a very fast motorbike. Yeah, I finally got hit, and the bike went that way,"

"Keep you can get home?"

"Where else would it be if it didn't reach Kay's house?" said Iqbal, the young man twirled his eyes. It turned out that his decision to go straight home and not be treated in the hospital owned by his father even though the distance is also closer than from his home.

"Mas ihh,"

"Yes, initially people who did not want to go to the deket clinic there were also mothers who offered to do ngobatin," said Iqbal. His hands stretched out rubbed Kayra's cheeks, still feeling wet from the girl who was crying just now. "But I refuse, if I accept for sure you will wait for me longer and I think it would be better if I go straight home and be treated to you," his lips curved upwards. "It turns out my decision was not wrong, seeing you gini the pain little by little also cross,"

"The competition was already, the wound was broken first mas," said bi Surti who came carrying a tray of warm water and a small towel. "What else is Kay?"

"Please warm tea bi," said Kayra.

"In the room only yuk kay," said Iqbal quietly.

"Why?"

"It looks good in the room so bi Surti does not nguping,"

Kayra slammed softly into Iqbal's thigh, making the young man moan in pain. "In the first place" said Kayra.

"Shhh," the young man groaned again as Kayra cleaned her wound using alcohol.

Kayra bit her lower lip. "It hurts a lot?" ask the girl plain.

Iqbal nodded small. "A little bit" he answered.

Finally, after weighing long enough Kayra took one hand Iqbal, then placed it on top of her left hand. "I'm squeezing my hands if it hurts" he said. "It's not just you who's sick" said the girl.

*****

Kayra glanced softly at Iqbal who was already asleep in his sleep. The girl then picks up her phone, picks up a phone from Shilla asking about her brother's condition.

"Shill's home" said Kayra. "He came home with a wounded body,"

"Huh?" shila shouted at the end. "Can't you?" ask again.

"Nyebrangnya do not look at Shill, you know there is a motor speed fast finally to hit deh,"

"Compensed dong? what is the wound? not a broken bone? don't-don't you have a brain mbak?"

"Not checked until there si, but he can drive himself until home,"

"Couldn't you?" said Shilla who astonished himself. "When he is not the type of person who is careless with his own safety, you see,"

Kayra was silent for a while, she was also thinking about that. Iqbal is not the type of person who is careless about his own safety, and what makes Kayra more confused is the perpetrator who suddenly left without apologizing to Iqbal. Although on the other hand he also hopes this is just an ordinary accident, and the perpetrator is afraid if he will be taken to the police station.