Doctor Steven's Charm

01 - That morning

"Bun, I'm off to college first huh, Bye!"

"Wait, Rim! The jungle!!"

In vain, the boy was already in a hurry with his motorbike.

"Why, Bun?" asked Galang who had just come down and immediately sat at the dining table. He sipped the warm tea that was available there.

"Your sister, Lang. It's difficult to be told, told to have breakfast first and even mejoyor aja go," Vania's nagging still looks irritated.

"There may be a morning lecture, Bun," Galang replied calmly.

"Every morning in college? that's right. This is college, not school children whose hours are set, enter at 7 to go home at 2. Did you ever go to college?" vania's incessant tirade, and made her firstborn into ketiban apes. Because of the actions of his sister, he himself suffered scolding from the mother.

"Udah dong Bun, don't say that ah. Free, the Jungle is also gone, where it can be horrified he tuh," said Galang then moved from his seat.

"But at least you are horrified by your mother's complaints about your sister," said Vania.

"Yes Bun I'm horrified. Later that night I reprimand the child, if I need to lock him in the bathroom if the morning does not want breakfast," said Galang then kissed the back of Vania's hand to leave for work.

"Be careful on the road, take the car slowly. Don't get rich your sister, ride a bike really rich riding Speedboat. Wuss!!" vania.

Galang only responded to the mother with a small smile and then took his leave.

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The streets of the city in the morning are always crowded. Rimba skillfully overtakes every vehicle in front of him by swerving.

"Great, it's late! practicum must have started," muttered Rimba while playing both his eyes to the right and to the left, looking at the rearview of the motorbike he was riding.

In the front third when the red light is on, he chose to turn to the left directly, even though the direction to the campus should still be straight. It turns out he took a shortcut by down the quieter housing so that it can be faster, rather than having to wait for a red light that can make us fall asleep to dream beautiful.

BRAKK!!

Nahas, a fairly sharp bend Rimba too bounced to the right, taking the column from the opposite direction. Coinciding with that appeared a white Outlander car passing in front of him. And collisions are inevitable.

Rimba motor collided with the sports car, until the motor body was stuck in the front bumper of the car that had been seen dented. The jungle was thrown to the side of the road with wounds on his hands and feet. Although only a little wound, but the pain is incredible. His jacket and pants were torn off. Luckily he was wearing a full face helmet that did not hurt his head despite hitting the pavement.

The people who passed there were immediately crowded to help Rimba.

"Mas, is that okay?" ask a resident to help Rimba stand up, and make him walk near the grocery store.

Another resident gave a bottle of bottled mineral water to Rimba.

"Drink first, mas!" said it.

Rimba received the bottle but did not drink it directly. Before long someone from the white car came down, and approached the Jungle which was surrounded by several residents who passed there.

"You're all right? is there a wound?" the tananya crouched down, balancing Rimba who sat selonjor on the terrace of the grocery store. It looks like the girl continues to regulate her roaring breath, perhaps startled by the effects of shock.

Rimba did not answer the man's question, he just shook his head.

Before long the residents there began to evacuate the Jungle motor that was still involved in the bumper car. After succeeding, they pushed the Rimba motor to the curb, precisely in front of Rimba itself. The engine of the motor can no longer start. The windshield and rearview mirror also broke, the core of the front motor was completely destroyed.

Rimba immediately rose despite teetering, he wanted to make sure it was closer to the condition of the favorite bike that is now ugly.

"Oh my bike," he said while stroking the motorcycle seat that still looks intact. "Suck!" he said he now turned his gaze towards the driver of the car who was still standing next to him.

"What's my motor? responsibility!" rimba growled as if here he was the victim, but the physical car was also seen dented with scratches on the front bumper.

"Excuse me? aren't you here wrong? I should have been the one to hold the responsibility because my car was also dented" said the man who owns the white sports car while pointing to his own car.

"So you don't want responsibility?" The jungle is getting worse. He took off the full face helmet that had wrapped his face and long hair.

"Cirain guy."

"So I called him Mas but he's just dead."

muttered the people who had helped him.

"It's not that I don't want responsibility, but here it's clear you're wrong to take the column of people. I'm the one who should hold you accountable" said the one with the car.

"No! I do not connect, I walk according to my lane really," said Rimba still Keukeuh.

That person instead smiled in disdain. "Okay, if that's what we prove here wrong by looking at the CCTV footage!" point it at the CCTV installed in the grocery store, which happens to be facing directly into the street.

Hearing that Rimba was silent, he recalled whether he had been riding his motorcycle soaring, or not. "Haissh, Shit!!" his hisses after he was able to remember everything.

"Betul Mbak, I just saw his Mbak deflected it was too connected, and do not know if the Om bule car just came out of the complex," said one of the residents who happened to witness the collision from the beginning.

"See? now you understand who's wrong here?" the owner of the car again.

Rimba was only able to sigh. Why is this morning so bad? it's too late for practical college, the bike is destroyed, hit people's cars, ask for responsibility too. Helloow...how is the world!!

"Okay, I don't have much time right now. The point is I do not want complicated, we finish it in a family. But if you make it difficult, I have to take the legal route. How's it?" said the guy looks haughty.

"How do you want it now? I have to pay the damages, right? how is my motor? who wants compensation? where has not paid off also the installment," said Rimba even so ventured.

"Where is your ID?" ask the man not to care about the ravings of the Jungle.

"Make what? I didn't bring a ID!" the lie of the jungle ketus.

"When is it SIM?" ask again.

Rimba snorted, then was forced to open his wallet from inside the bag. He even handed the Student Sign Card to the person. Rimba just doesn't want the guy to know his home address. It can be troublesome if he comes to the house and meets the mother.

The person frowned while reading the name, and the faculty listed on the student's card.

"Rimba Dylania Putri, Faculty of Medicine," murmured the man read it, then photographed the student Card with a camera on his mobile phone.

"Why are you photographed? afraid I'm running away?" ask Rimba while recapturing his KTM.

"No, just surprised. Prospective doctors are thugs," murmured the man was still cynical and made the girl so furious.

Rimba sighed so as not to be provoked again emotions, can be berabe if it becomes the length of his business. 'Damn this guy!' he swore in his heart.

"Okay, today I'm in a hurry. We'll solve this problem at another time. Excuse me." said the man then left the jungle still staring dumbly at his disappearance.

"What is my motorcycle trus? Oh, my God, you crazy Om-om! it could be just coveting itself!" as if Rimba when the white car had already driven away.

"Sabar ala mbak, how else would be wrong," said one of the residents who helped him.

"Yes Neng, so it is also fortunate not to involve the police. Can have long tail later," said the mothers who seemed to have just returned from the market because many menjingjing bag groceries in his hands.

Rimba could only close his eyes for a moment, confused as to what he should now do. Call the Mother? not likely. He could have been hit using a rich broom at that time, because it made his brother's car dented backwards garaged.

How did Vania, Rimba's mother react when she found out that the two-year-old was destroyed like that?

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There will always be luck behind bad luck.