He's Mine (Sharing Love)

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"Thanks dong Ma... He was in need of this help" muttered Dika, with a very clear face, if he was anxious.

"Woi, don't pretend to call. How do you think this is?" ask the owner of the car, which Dika hit.

"Yes-yes for a moment!" Dika answered with his jutek, because his phone was also not picked up by his mother.

"You know, this isn't your car, so you can't drive?" ask the man, doubting Dika.

"This is my own car. It's good to insult people!"

"Well, that red light you just sat down, it was Bro's fault. Don't mind your car is flashy, continue as good as you drive it."

The driver of the car, gave a long lecture to Dika. Because indeed earlier, the position of the traffic light, has changed with red.

"Loe aja who suddenly ngerem, but still walk also until the time. It's still yellow." Dika continued to defend himself, and gave reasons.

And it's very clear, if he's the one at fault here.

Shortly after, the police car arrived. And coincidentally, one of the policemen, was an acquaintance of Dika's father.

"Lho Dik's. You hit this car?" ask the police, because they already know, how the real incident happened.

This is because, the witness who reported, told about the incident that had happened at the red light.

"Eh, it's not so Om. It's not what they say."

Dika, still trying to evade, and tell everything, with his own version of the story.

"So that's Om. He suddenly stopped, and gave no signs first."

"Hi, can't you see if the lights have changed to red?" ask the driver of the car, with annoyance.

"Young people today, do not know the rules and a lot of reason," added the person, with his own grousy, after hearing the explanation and stories written by Dika.

"How about we finish it at the police station?" ask the police, give me a middle ground.

"It doesn't seem necessary, police officer. In such luxury sports cars, there is usually a cctv, which provides an automatic signal, in case of danger. Just look at the monitor screen in his car."

One of the other witnesses, who seemed to know more about luxury sports cars, provided a solution, which accelerated the resolution of the case.

And that's how it ends. Dika, inevitably, must accept the reality, if on the screen of his car monitor, displaying all the events that cornered himself.

After it was known by everyone that Dika was at fault, he finally had to bear all the costs of repairing the car, which he hit earlier.

"Yes, let's go to the workshop. You can find out for yourself, how much this car repair costs."

Finally, Dika was also invited to the car repair shop, to be responsible for everything needed, to repair the person's car.

And the police acquaintance of his father Dika, can not do anything, because indeed Dika proved guilty.

Teng klunting!

Teng klunting!

Dika's cell phone reads. On the phone screen, it says Mama.

He received the call quickly and happily.

..."Hello Ma."...

..."What's up, Dik. Mama's on her way to metting, and the phone's missing in the car."...

..."Ma, please transfer to Dika ma's account. Twenty too, Ma."...

..."Hi, that's a lot! what's Dik for?"...

Finally, Dika timidly races, telling about the incident that he had just experienced, at the red light.

He also said that, the lip of his car, the front, also slightly dented, due to the impact of the accident that he had just experienced.

..."Ah, you are so careless! Your car can run out of dozens as well, if repaired as before. Do you know that?"...

..."Yes Ma, sorry. But the man doubted Dika Ma. He said if, this car is not Dika's car. It's called Ma!"...

After asking to share the location of the car repair shop, his mother will soon follow, to see who and what kind of person who has doubted his child.

..."Yes already. Mama's going to the workshop soon. Wait yes!"...

..."Yes Ma. Cepet yes Ma!"...

Click!

*****

At the train station, Nanda was waiting for the departure of the train, which was not yet the time of departure.

He chose to sit on the bench, which was at the station, for the passengers who were waiting.

"Hi!"

There was someone, who suddenly greeted Nanda, by patting her on the shoulder.

"Son Nanda, right?" ask the guy.

"Yes, You... You're Ara's friend, right? The one that used to be with him," Nanda replied, with a question as well, to the person.

"Hehehe. How is Ara Kak? At home he was there, until he forgot to go home," said his friend Ara, who used to be with Ara.

The girl asked for permission to sit, in a chair, which was still empty next to Nanda.

Nanda nodded in agreement, and shifted, to be more relieved, to be occupied by the girl.

"Yes, how else? his name also wandered into other continents."

Nanda had just heard the words of her friend Ara, when she was sitting.

In fact, Nanda also had the same thought, like her friend Ara. It has Ara, who is now in America. He was far away and could not go anywhere anymore.

"Where is this brother going?" ask her friend Ara. A teenage girl, who is the same as Ara, because she is the same age, too, as her cousin's sister.

"You go home" answered Nanda, answering a question, which seemed to be a mere pleasantry.

"Go home? Not the original brother of Jakarta?" ask the girl again. It seems, he was curious about the figure of Nanda, because as far as he knew from the story of Ara, Nanda was his cousin's brother, who from childhood often together with him.

"Yes. Original Jakarta, but want to go home. I want to see mom and dad. Uh, same sister I also ding," replied Nanda, explaining to her friend Ara.

"Oh..."

The girl, a little understood what Nanda said just now. Although he still does not understand correctly, why he himself is in Jakarta, and does not come with his own family.

After a moment of silence, the girl asked Nanda again. "Indeed, where's the village, brother?"

"East Java" answered Nanda, without saying clearly, the address of his home in the village.

"Oh, far away too Brother."

"Yes" said Nanda, confirming.

"Where are you going alone?" nanda asked then, as she remembered, if this girl had been alone, with no one accompanying her.

"You to Cirebon Brother. Look at grandma." The girl, answering Nanda's question, timidly.

"Cock alone?" ask Nanda again, worriedly.

Nanda remembered Ara again. She was worried that if the one right now beside her was Ara, she would definitely not let Ara go alone, to a place far enough away.

By train, with many passengers, and do not know each other as well.

Imagining all this, Nanda asked, "What time do you take the train?" Then asked again, after picking up the train ticket that was in his shirt pocket. "This train isn't?"

"Eh, yes Brother. I got on that train too. But, the car is the same?"

Finally, the two of them matched their train tickets together.

But alas, despite one carriage, they sat far apart. Not close, and across too.

"Try me later to ask the same train stewardess. Who knows, it can be exchanged with other passengers," said Nanda, providing a solution, so that they can both be one seat or next to each other.

This would be better, because there are friends who can be chatted with, while on a long trip and maybe, boring.