Dream of the Village Girl
Chapter 8 Incidents in the Terminal
At exactly 16:30 local time, the bus has arrived at the City B terminal and is heading to a stop in the bus department. The atmosphere of the terminal was so frenzied, making Naura a bit of a fret. There were many shouts from all directions coming from each bus kernet or angkot who were looking for passengers to go to their respective destinations.
Naura got off the bus with a bag on her left hand and a cardboard box on her right hand and a cradle of her favorite purple backpack. Naura immediately left the terminal and not infrequently every walk Naura can not be separated from the kernets who offer services to ride the bus or angkot.
After exiting the terminal, Naura saw a stall about 100 meters from the terminal and rushed to the stall.
“ Excuse aunt,” greet Naura friendly.
“ Yes non, please sit. What message do you want?” reply to the shop owner.
“ Sorry bik, I did not order first, can I hitchhike sitting here while waiting for an invitation from my sister bik?” asked Naura in a soft voice.
“ Oh may non, please. If you can know where non comes from?”
“ Thanks bik. I am from the bik village and I just arrived here.”
“Oh.ya already non sit here later if you do not need something call aunt only.”
“iya bik's. Thank you very much.” Said Naura who was nodded by the aunt while passing inside to make other customers drinks.
Despite the twilight day, the atmosphere around the terminal is still bright and increasingly crowded by commuters returning to their homes.
Naura did not forget to give news to her family in the village. He quickly pressed the call button to Naya's number.
Tut..tut not long, Naya raised a call from her brother.
“ Assalamualaikum Nay, brother has arrived at the terminal city B, this sister is still waiting to be picked up by Dara.”
“ Walaikumsalam, Alhamdulillah sis. Arrive safely. Later when it arrives at the cost of sister call again yes.” Said Naya who was in the midst of the father, Memak and Nanda. They were waiting for news from Naura. Then his phone was taken over by his mother.
"Ra, always be careful there, remember the message of your busy mother, do not ever eat late and pray always you take care of ya.” Mother said
“ Yes Mak, Naura will always remember your advice. Anyway pray always Naura ya mak.”
“ That's for sure. Yes you have been careful not to go anywhere so that brother Dara is not difficult to find you.”
“ Yes mak, already yes mak, send greetings to father and Nanda. Assalamualaikum.”
“ walaikumsalam.” Answer them simultaneously. Naya also turned off Naura's call.
After calling Naya, Naura immediately sent a message to Dara.
[Assalamualaikum kak Dara, Naura has arrived at the terminal and now Naura is waiting at a stall near the park]. Type Naura and send her immediately, before long the message gets a blue tick of two.
[ Walaikumsalam, yes Ra. About 30 minutes later, brother arrived. This brother is already on the road and still stuck at the red light]. Reply Dara quickly.
[Yes, brother.]
While waiting, Naura looked around the terminal and across the highway there was also a playground. The park happens to be crowded. Many children play in the park with their families. When Naura focused on looking at the park, her gaze was fixed on a young boy who was chasing something. Naura did not let go of her gaze towards the child, and she noticed the thing she was chasing. It turned out that the boy was chasing his rolling ball towards the highway. Naura was very surprised, because from the opposite direction, a car was speeding towards the ball and the child who was chasing him. Without thinking, Naura immediately ran through the highway in one direction and quickly grabbed the tiny body of the toddler into his arms and rolled on the sidewalk of the highway.
Bugh... Naura immediately bounced while hugging the boy. Simultaneously, the speeding car immediately crumbled suddenly and the sound of a very loud tire squeak sounded.
“ I'm sorry miss, I didn't see any little kid earlier.” Said the car owner. Slowly Naura tried to stand with the help of some of the people who were there, not long after that there was the sound of a middle-aged woman shouting directly through the crowd of people.
“ Yes Allah Vino, Oma's grandson..
Are you okay, baby? Forgive Oma Nak, do not becus take care of you.” Madame Nissa said regretfully as she took over Vino into her arms.
“Omaaaa...” call Vino slowly.
“ which hurts dear?”
Vino just shook his head.
“ It's okay madam, your grandson was not hurt earlier I was very strong hold it.” Naura said trying to calm Madame Nissa down.
“ Once again I apologize miss,” said the driver with regret.
“ It's okay sir, me and this sister are also not injured kok,” replied Naura while grimacing with the wound on her elbow.
“ Then we go to the hospital ya” bargain
“ no need sir, I'm fine.”
“ And I'm also sorry Madam, I didn't see your grandson.”
“ already, the important thing is they're okay. Next time you should be more careful in driving.” Madame Nissa warned.
“Yes Madam, thank you for forgiving me, I'm sorry first yes Madam, Non.” The driver then left the park.
People had already disbanded leaving the sidewalk of the park, there lived Naura, Madam Nissa and her grandson
“ You okay Nak?” ask Mrs Nissa.
“ I'm fine Mistress.”
“ I'm so grateful son, if there is no you, I can't imagine what happened to my grandson.” Madam Nissa said while crying.
“ Already Madam, I'm really okay, and earlier I accidentally noticed your grandson playing, and saw him chasing the ball towards the road I spontaneously ran up to him.”
“ Thank goodness, then let's go to the park as I wait for my son to pick up.” Take Miss Nissa friendly.
" mm, how is it Madam, I am also waiting for my sister to pick up, later if I am not in place she will look for me.”
“ Then just call your brother, say you wait in the park. I still want to tell you son.” Persuade Madame Nissa.
“ ehhhhmmm, well Mistress, I'm going to the stall, to pick up my stuff because my phone is in the bag.” Naura said she felt unbearable.
“ Alright, you take and I will wait for you here.” ucapa Madam Nissa.
