For Kahiyang

7. Second Meeting

The next morning after finding his car was parked neatly in the garage, Satria again thought of Kahiyang. A proud girl he doesn't know her name yet.

How could the young girl bravely deliver her car with a tow truck. It was beyond expectations Satria. Proud as well as brave.

"Wear the seat belt dear," Satria said to her only daughter, Hanna.

"Yes, Papa," Hanna pulled out the safetybelt and directly attached it to protect her chest as well as her stomach. "Hanna, Papa is ready," he said again.

"Okay, Papa's wearing a seatbelt, too. We go to school" he said, then moved the gear and then stepped on the gas pedal.

Satria honked her horn at the housekeeper after the gate opened automatically.

"Papa, honestly Hanna wants Mama to stop filming. Hanna wants to take Mama to school. Hanna wants to be on stage at the end of the semester, Papa and Mama come together to see Hanna perform on stage" Hanna complained.

Not only Hanna, Satria also wants the same thing. He wanted his wife to stop being a celebrity, stop filming. Satria wants Ingrid to have plenty of time for her and her daughter, Hanna.

Hanna needs more attention than Ingrid. His childhood passed without the presence of Ingrid. Her mother takes care of her occasionally. The rest of Hanna is taken care of by sister Mia.

"Papa also wants Mama to stop filming. But, Hanna knows how Mama is. Mama does not want to be banned," said Satria. Hanna nodded her head weakly. He's disappointed.

Inggrid is very stubborn and does not want to obey the requests of Hanna and Satria.

"Don't be sad so," - swiping head-on "Papa Promise, will try to persuade Mama to see Hanna's performance later," Satria tried to comfort her daughter.

"Promise yes, Papa. Watch out for Papa's lying!" threaten her.

"promises. Papa promised," said Satria.

Cars continued to split the streets of the capital, until they finally arrived at school. Satria takes her daughter first to the Primary Lobby. Then he ran his car again to his parking area. The area that Satria and Kahiyang fought over yesterday.

Satria entered past Senior Lobby. That morning Satria had a meeting schedule with one of the famous Universities in London, England. Yayasan Peduli Bangsa belonging to the Satria family will add to the list of cooperation with the University.

Because some Senior High students are interested in continuing their education to the University, including Bitna. Although Bitna is still in the 1st grade of High School, he has filled out the question of what majors he will take when he graduates High School later.

Satria seeks to launch this cooperation. There are many benefits to both sides.

"Mrs. Kyle, we have prepared lunch at the nearby restaurant. Should we go now?" satria said to Mr. Kyle's a representative from the University. Satria's assistant had ordered lunch at a nearby restaurant.

"Okay, I happened to be hungry. I have bread and omelettes for breakfast" replied Mr. Kyle while laughing. He was hungry, because this morning was just a breakfast of bread and omelets.

Satria and Mr. Kyle went together in one car. While the assistant and some team from the University, riding the other car.

"Sorry Mr's. Kyle. We're stuck in traffic like this" said Satria, apologizing. They're stuck in traffic.

"It doesn't matter Mr. Satria. Because it's lunch. Everyone wants out to get something to eat. Isn't it?," replied Mr. Kyle while tapping the clock on his left wrist.

Satria nodded, "Right, Mr. Thank you for your understanding." Mr. Kyle smiled, patting Satria's left shoulder.

Brakkk ....

Satria's rear car was hit by a car behind her. So did Satria, hit the back of the car in front of him.

"Sir .. are you alright?" ask Satria.

"Okay okay, I'm fine" replied Mr. Kyle. They look towards the back.

"It looks like a pile-up" Satria said. They're still looking back. Looks like a straight accident. "Wait a minute, Mr. I'll take a look outside," Satria opened the door. Assistants and a team from the University who were on the left side of the car approached Satria's car to check the condition of their superiors.

People are already flocking out of cars. There were about 5 cars that collided. Satria walked to the very end. See which car is the cause.

It turned out that the car had been mobbed by a lot of people. Riders do not want to go down because they are afraid of the time. The girl lowered her head, covering her head while continuing to call someone for help.

"He was wrong. He's already caused our cars to all be destroyed!" said one car owner whose car was badly run over because of the first time his car was hit.

"Yes .. yes. My car too. My wife and daughter were in the car. Good thing it didn't hurt." said the other car owner.

"Thank God the father's wife was not hurt. Why are we angry like this? the car's broken. Better call the police to take care of everything. Don't be a vigilante!" satria said again. He felt sorry to see the girl. Body shaking. It was clearly visible as he tapped on the windshield and peeked at it.

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"Mr ... Mba, is it okay? is anyone hurt?" ask Satria. The girl is still down. His face was covered in his own long hair.

"Mr ... I just want to help. Take it easy mba, we won't all be rude. Can you open the car door?" ask Satria. Other car owners disbanded. They headed to their cars after one of them had contacted the police.

The girl still did not move. "Mba, there's no one. It's just me. Mba can open the door right now" Satria said. He forgot the whereabouts of Mr. Kyle was still in his car.

Satria stared at the familiar face. The girl raised her face. Not crying but his face was deathly pale. He was injured by a blow to the steering wheel.

Satria put aside her sense of regret yesterday on the girl.

"Open door. You are wounded" said Satria pointing at the forehead.

The girl touched her forehead and then saw blood on her finger. His face is getting pale. The accident five years ago traumatized her.

"Please, open the door. I just want to help you" said Satria again. He was afraid that the girl had fainted inside.

Satria succeeded in persuading. "Are you dizzy?" satria asked while taking out a handkerchief from her pants pocket. Wiping the blood on the girl's forehead.

"Is anyone injured on the other side?" the girl shook her head. "We better get to the hospital now. I interceded," Satria answered him.

"I'm afraid." said the girl softly.

"Silent. The police are on their way here. You're safe" said Satria, which frightened the girl even more. He held Satria's hand.

"I'm afraid of prison. I'm teledor. Sorry .. I'm sorry. But I don't want to be in jail" the girl pleaded.

Satria was confused as well. Saw the number of cars that were damaged because of the girl.

"Kahiyang .." cried Earth. The earth came with several ambulances to deal with the victims.

Kahiyang. Honestly, he doesn't like it. Satria and Earth, two shitty men. For two days they've been haunting Kahiyang.

Unknowingly, Kahiyang squeezed Satria's hand. He really does not want to be with the Earth. Satria saw her hand being squeezed.

"Kahiyang, you're hurt. We need to get to the hospital right now! Papa you told me to come here, "Earth holds both of Kahiyang's shoulders. Satria was still standing beside Kahiyang while holding hands.

Rozi left for Singapore with Brisia. Kahiyang called his father earlier. Kahiyang thought his father would send his assistant to come but Earth came.

"Who is this?" ask Earth. He realized that Kahiyang and Satria's hands were holding each other. Satria tried to let go of her grasp but Kahiyang did not want to.

"I'm a nobody. Better get this girl to the hospital. For the next business let me take care of it." replied Satria let go of his grasp. Kahiyang looked at him with a sharp look. Kahiyang really does not want to be with Earth.

"You don't worry. Those injured will be taken by ambulance" Bumi said.

Kahiyang finally wants to go with Earth. And Satria returned to her car after seeing Kahiyang get into the car. Their gazes met as the car that the Earth was driving passed by. Kahiyang still holds Satria's handkerchief.

To be Continued...

~ Sorry up its old 🙏