
Mr. Rusli looked weakly nodding, then seconds later the old man closed his eyes. Papa Santoso immediately called the Doctor to check on Mr. Rusli, but who would have thought, it turned out that the old man was dead.
Mr. Rusli breathed his last after stating his request to Gladis and his family, so that Gladis would marry his son Mr. Rusli, Zidan, who was still lying quite weak, even the man could not move his legs. Doctors said Zidan was paralyzed.
Long story short, Pak Rusli's eaters were carried out. The Gladis family bore it all.
A few days passed, a week had passed. Zidan is allowed to go home. Gladis asked his parents to take Zidan home, initially Gladis refused, but he could not argue when the Papa had issued a letter of anger. Even his father had given a decision, if Gladis will be married to Zidan, as desired by the late Mr. Rusli.
"No! Is Papa crazy? I should marry a disabled man like him. Pa, comeon! don't be silly like this! Responsible enough to finance him to get well, I think that's more than enough! Didn't the doctor also say, if he's temporarily disabled, we take care of him until he's cured! There doesn't have to be a wedding, right?" gladis protested last day, when the Papa said about his decision.
"But, we have promised to make the request desired by the late Mr. Rusli, Gladis! Papa's decision is complete, after Zidan comes out of the hospital, Papa will talk to him! No rejection, you will marry Zidan as soon as possible!" firmly the Papa.
"Remember! Promise is a debt, not a debt that must be paid! I don't want to carry that debt until the end of my life!" continued.
Gladis snorted angrily remembering the words of his Papa the other day.
"aaa! Why is everyone so rich?" muttered Gladis annoyed. Several times he hit his car.
Gladis thought of a way to escape all these problems that befell him. Gladis did feel very guilty for what happened to Zidan and Mr. Rusli, who are now gone. But, all of that was completely unintentional, Gladis had absolutely no intention of wanting to take people's lives.
In the mind of the girl, a plan has been drawn up.
Shortly thereafter, Gladis arrived at the hospital. He immediately headed to Zidan's ward.
When he got there, Gladis saw that Zidan was already sitting in a wheelchair. It seems like the man is ready to go home.
"Sorry, I'm late" said Gladis as he walked over to Zidan.
There was no word from the man, Zidan's face looked flat expressionless, even Gladis' arrival was not considered by him. Gladis was a little upset, but he tried to be patient.
"All right, let's go home. Let me help you" Gladis said again, intending to push the wheelchair occupied by Zidan.
However, not only had Gladis touched him, Zidan had already pedaled his wheelchair first.
"Damn it!" gladis Grunts.