Doctor Steven's Charm
03 - Shit
Our Lady of Vania already knew everything about what Rimba experienced today. Of course from whom else if not from Galang.
"Sit you!" pinta Vania when Rimba had just dared to go home, after the sister asked him to go home with the guarantee that the Mother would not mamariahinya.
"Sorry Bun" said Rimba.
"Sorry why? you got it wrong?" ask Vania.
"Yes, because it has never been the same Mother," muttered Rimba.
"It's good that you realize it" said Vania. "Mother fierce gini is not because you hate the same you, Rim. That's because you want to learn to think mature. Since your father died, our lives have changed. Now we both only rely on Galang as a pedestal of life, including your tuition fees," said Vania at length hoping this time Rimba understood.
"Yes Bun, I know I'm wrong" muttered Rimba as he lowered his head.
"Later if your motorbike has been repaired, immediately you sell the motorbike! then the money can make compensation that has a car," said Vania.
"What?" Rimba was so gasp, looking up at Vania nanar. He was surprised not to play when the mother asked her favorite motorcycle for sale.
"But the bike is still a year away from paying off, Bun" said Rimba, hoping Vania reconsidered.
"Can be over credit. It's good to pay to those who have the car.only later there will be the rest to add the semester money. Later the mother bargained to the son of Mr. RW, it happens that he again nyari used motor to be brought to Bandung" said Vania to be enthusiastic.
"Geri mean mother?"
"The son of Mr. RW atu-atu who else if not Geri. Strange you are," murmured Vania.
"But Bun-"
"What's? don't you agree that the bike is for sale?" cut off Vania as if you already know the direction of the child's conversation.
The jungle can only move its lips. Resignedly. His position is weak now. Protests are no longer possible to consider. All are hammers, deal!
"Trush me to college what's up?" muttered Rimba later.
"Can go up ojol, it's safer right?" answer the mother.
"From where Bun, both riding a motorcycle," said Rimba.
"But the one who brought it is not you, that makes the mother calm," said Vania should not lose the same talk with her son this one.
The jungle could only snort could not refute anymore. Dirty already, there is no chance to chase on the streets as usual. For him now that is college, pass, co-**, certification exam and internship. That's all that matters.
'Come Rim! focus..learning focus! let cepet be a doctor, work, trus can buy his own motor, ' the inner girl encourages herself.
***
One Week, one,
Two Weeks, please,
Three Weeks, please,
Now Rimba to campus round trip using online taxi services, cheaper because there are often promos from sponsoring applications. The girl is getting used to her lifestyle changes now.
His favorite motorbike has now officially become the property of Geri, his son Pak RW who is the same age as him. Game friends, fussy friends from childhood first. It's just that since growing up they've not been so familiar anymore. Maybe because of the busyness of each of them makes the two rarely meet. Plus Geri is now studying in Bandung, majoring in architects because from a small do have a hobby of drawing houses, and tall buildings.
That night, while being serious about his college assignments, suddenly Rimba's phone vibrated on the table. Rimba frowned as an unknown number emerged from his phone screen.
"With Jungle?" ask someone across there.
"Yes, who is it?" Rimba.
"I'm Steven, the guy whose car you hit a while ago" said the man across the street in his baritone voice.
"Where are you?" ask Rimba to pretend to forget. 'Crazy om-om, do you know where my number is? feelings in KTM are not listed by hp numbers, ' he said in his heart so curious. Though previously Rimba had hoped that the person could not find his existence if only capitalized on KTM photos. It turned out that the man was serious about his nonsense, asking for all the data about Rimba from the campus.
'Don't pretend to forget you!'
"Well, what's sewot anyway? Sorry, Om, I did not forget, just afraid that Om is a fraudster that is rife. Beware of dong!" rimba said while sticking out his tongue. Bodo very, anyway he did not see. Her thought.
'My car repair runs out 11 million. When can you pay the bill?'
"Buseet, 11 million?" shocked Rimba until his mouth agape so.
'Why? You don't believe it? I sent a note in the WA message. If you can't believe it, you just come to the shop. My car is still there, I have not taken it, ' he said so seriously across the phone.
"Hmm... Can I cicil Om? My bike that I sold yesterday only got 7 million. Understandably the installment is still another year, plus abis collision yesterday abis 4 million. But it uses my kaka money," said Rimba instead so vent.
'Whatever, I don't care what you say. The point is I have sent the proof of the note, please send the money to the account there. Good night.'
The phone call was just cut off.
"Campret this guy, it's not polite to play cover-up! Bodo ah, I won't pay!" muttered Rimba.
Shortly thereafter the message sounded.
081214xxxxx: 0 :
Don't run away from responsibility if you don't want to be in touch with the law.
"Oh my God, really, this is a person" growled Rimba. Then he itches to immediately reply.
Jungle :
Okay, I'm transferring 7 million right now. The rest I am a prick. Point.
(Send)
081214xxxxx: 0 :
The rest I gave you a month.
Rimba patted his own eel. "Crazy for people, they have no feelings. Who should I pay 4 million to? Ellena has no?" he mumbled talking to himself. Rimba just wants to pay off everything immediately so as not to get in touch with that person again.
"Who was his name? Steve's? Steven's? Who is it, I don't care who you are," he said in front of the mirror while putting his judges face as he ruffled his waist.
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Don't know then no dear. We often hate people we don't know because we hate everything that seems to be from them.
