Father's Choice of Sort

Breakfasted

Up in front of her house Sandra got off the motorcycle while holding on to her best friend. His legs were so painful and painful, he desperately tried to enter the house while grimacing with pain. Coinciding with that, an old rickshaw stopped in front of the house as well, Mr. Imam had arrived from the puskesmas, seen Miss Lastri sitting limp in a rickshaw owned by her husband.

Suddenly Sandra immediately walked towards her parents and undo her intention to enter the house.

" Mom, how's mom doing ? " ask Sandra with a look of anxious face.

" Your mother was dehydrated son, she didn't eat on time and was also exhausted." Timpal Mr Imam.

Miss Lastri looked at her daughter and smiled.

" Mom is fine, son, just lack of rest, later if the mother has rest mother also healed as usual." Said Miss Lastri, she did not want her only daughter to be worried about her situation.

" From now on, I have to rest a lot, and from tomorrow, let Sandra sell Mom" Pinta Sandra.

She could not bear to see her mother sick like that.

"Mother don't be reckless, Sandra begs Mom this time, "Sandra continued when she saw her mother wanted to say again, she knew what she was going to say.

The Imam came down from the rickshaw and helped Ms. Sandra into the house. After that he turned to the front house and saw his daughter walking into the house while limping dragging her right leg.

"Your feet why San ? " Ask the old man, he approached his daughter and examined her feet.

"This sprained , where did you run out of ? how did it get like this ? and where's your bike ?" Imam asked while looking to the left right looking for his daughter's motorcycle, because only Nurul and his motorcycle were there.

Nurul who wants to help answer the question of Mr. Imam is confused to say what because he also does not know what happened to Sandra his best friend.

Seeing the faces of her parents and her bewildered best friend Sandra also told her everything she had just experienced.

"That's the story, sir." Sandra slumped while breathing deeply.

Hearing what his daughter Pak Imam had just told him, he looked at his daughter with great care, Mr. Imam Very dear to him, he was sad to see his son hurt, especially his wife was just sick.

" Yes, son, it's okay, let me compress and massage your feet" said the father.

"Let Nurul get uncle's compress kit." Nurul who had been standing there listening to Sandra's story rushed to the kitchen to take what the Imam needed.

After returning from the kitchen he intended to compress the feet of his best friend because he felt kasian to the Imam.Namun Pak Imam refused and compress his own daughter. Nurul went back to the kitchen and made them and also Bu Lastri drinks.

After Sandra was compressed and massaged by Mr. Imam, they drank tea together, not forgetting Mr. Imam helped his wife take medicine, now Bu Lastri was asleep,he was also sad to hear what his daughter was going through.

It was late in the afternoon, Nurul pamit returned to his house which was just next door and ordered to call him if Sandra and Pak Imam needed anything.

" Thank you, you helped me and my father "Sandra said, he felt bad because he often troubled Nurul and his family.

"Ahh you are San, rich as anyone" said Nurul as he grinned and passed away from his best friend.

Evening changed night and morning was up, sunlight slipped through the narrow window of Sandra's room.Sandra squirmed and blinked her eyes. He wiggled his right leg slowly, it had improved just a little pain, it might take a day or two to heal perfectly, while his leg pain Sandra was forced to not be able to replace her mother to trade vegetables around.

Sandra got out of bed and went to the bathroom, after which she went to the kitchen preparing to make breakfast for her parents. Just making an omelet, Sandra heard a knock on the front door. He intended to open the door of his house but first by his father. Yes, that day Mr. Imam did not pull the rickshaw as usual, he wanted to accompany his wife who was still sick as Bu Lastri did when he was sick.

The Imam knit his eyebrows after opening the door, he felt alien to the person in front of him.

"Yes, good morning, sorry to find who ? " The Imam answered and asked the middle-aged man in front of him, who was standing in a navy suit. Behind the man stood a man as well but looked younger.

The man smiled and answered the question of the confused Imam.

"I'm sorry to bother you sir, introduce my name Wijaya, is this really Sandra's house ?" Ask the man.

How does this man know his daughter ? The Imam looked more confused. His heart began to be shrouded in anxiety, did his daughter make a mistake ??? What did his daughter do to these fathers ? Mr. Imam was very confused to think about it, even so he agreed to the man's question.

"True sir, this is my house, Sandra is my daughter, let's please enter "Take Mr. Imam.

The man named Wijaya entered following the footsteps of Mr. Imam.

After sitting the Imam who was confused and curious about his guest immediately asked.

"If you may know, who are these gentlemen ? and what's the matter with my son Sandra ??" The Imam could not hide his curiosity.

Mr. Wijaya who saw the behavior of Mr. Imam immediately told of the incident he experienced yesterday.

" The father's daughter yesterday helped me, yesterday I almost got hit by a car if only the father's daughter did not come on time to push me," said Mr. Wijaya.

"Yesterday I was in a hurry because there were three unidentified people following me on as I got out of a bank, at that time I was scared and panicked because my driver was on lunch break and my phone was left in the car, so I could not contact him or ask anyone for help, the three men ran away when there was a crowd, the father's daughter not only saved my life, but also my company, he said, because from that bank I took my company's important files and also some money that I would use for a meeting with a client that day." Mr. Wijaya continues his story.

Now the Imam understood, and remembered, yesterday Sandra his daughter had also told him about her injured leg for helping a middle-aged man.

After cooking fried rice and an omelet Sandra intended to call her parents for breakfast together, but Sandra was surprised to see the parents who yesterday she helped to be at home and chat with her father.

" Father, the breakfast is ready" Sandra said, looking at them in confusion.

" Hello son Sandra, good morning" said Mr. Wijaya.

"Iii ..i. yes good morning sir" answered Sandra, she was really confused how the old man knew her name and knew her home address.

"Sandra, this is Mr. Wijaya, he is the one you helped yesterday" Mr. Imam tried to melt the atmosphere because he saw his daughter was so shocked and confused.

"Sir Wijaya knows the name and address of this house from people around the market who saw the incident yesterday" continued Mr. Imam to solve the confusion that Sandra felt.

"Sorry sir, don't call me master, just call me Vijaya" the man said.

"Wahh no sir," said Mr. Sandra, he saw the appearance of Mr. Wijaya from top to bottom, and also the car and driver in front of his house. He knew for sure Mr. Wijaya is an important and rich man, not worth himself who is just a pedicab. So he should respect his guest, thought the Imam.

But contrary to the assumption of Mr. Imam, Pak Wijaya was so saddened by the call, he was more comfortable to be treated like an ordinary guest.

"Alright then, I call you Mr. Wijaya only" said Mr. Imam broke the silence created.

Mr. Wijaya smiled when he heard it.Such as it was more comfortable to hear.

Mr. Imam also invited Pak Wijaya breakfast together, with pleasure Pak Wijaya received the invitation and they had breakfast with the four of them. Sandra's cuisine is very tasty by Mr. Wijaya, although the menu is simple but able to shake the tongue because of its delicacy.

Since then Mr. Imam and Mr. Wijaya have been friends, Mr. Wijaya is happy to have new friends like Mr. Imam who is very responsible to his family and very friendly,also Mr. Imam is not a person who likes to take advantage of the situation even though he knows his new friend is rich he always refused help and the gift of Mr. Wijaya if Pak Wijaya did not force him to accept it.