I Found Love At the End of the Dusk

The Proud Grandson

"Hello, who is this?" ask a man across the phone.

"I'm sorry is this the number of his granddaughter who has this HP?" I asked who was confused by the call I had to make to someone I was calling.

"Yes, who are you? why is my grandmother's HP on you?"he asked back.

"I'm sorry if I was presumptuous, your grandmother was in an accident and she is currently lying limp in the middle of the road" I replied.

"What's? accident, how could? Where are you and my grandmother?" The man flocked me with questions that were quite confusing to me.

"I was on street x near the T-junction of city A." I explained the whereabouts of the two of us in the hope that the grandson could pick us up soon.

"Wait for me there!" Answer her.

"Sir, Mom! Please help me lift this Grandma to the edge. Because her family will be picking her up soon," I was trying to find a rock.

The grandmother I was helping was just slammed and grazed into a pole, even so there were no casualties or blood scattered because both of them only got blisters, he said, even though the biker had to give up his shapeless crushed motorcycle.

"Is this Grandma okay?" ask a man who had grazed his grandmother.

"I don't know, how's the story you can graze this Grandma? "I started to figure out the root of the problem.

Since childhood I have often seen my father helping many people, which is why I am used to helping people and cannot be silent when I see others in distress, whether by descent or I am used to helping people I do not understand that I know my soul is always struggling to help people immediately when I see others in distress.

"This grandmother walked across the street without looking left and right, Ma'am, I really don't know because this grandmother suddenly crossed," replied the biker.

"Are you okay?"tanyaku who now switched to see a man who had been riding a motorcycle with blisters on the legs and hands and forehead.

"As you can see, I'm fine but look what happened to my bike, my bike was destroyed and who will compensate for all this? Are you his grandson or are you his son? " Answer answered the biker while again throwing a question at me who was now confused to answer what.

"I'm not his son and I'm not his grandson, I don't know this Grandma at all, I was just sorry to see her lying in the middle of the street,"I explained what really happened and who I was.

"I can't believe that you don't have any relationship with this Grandma, because there can't be anyone to help without any intention or blood relationship like you said before." The biker was still insistent with what I explained he did not seem to believe in me who had said honestly like this.

"If you don't believe, just wait here! Soon her grandson will come and pick up this grandmother" I said.

The man did not answer me anymore, he preferred to go closer to his motorbike and clean the broken glass.

He looks fine, though, but I'm sure the wound on his body must be painful and painful but the man still looks strong and can clean the fragments of his motorbike that is on the side of the road.

A luxury car that I know must have cost billions of dollars parked right in my expectations, came out a man in a neat suit and looks expensive from the car, although I am sure his age is no longer young but his good looks and authority still emanates clearly tempting every woman who sees him.

Looking at the appearance of my grandmother's granddaughter, it made me believe that she was no ordinary person.

"What's really going on? Why did my grandmother get to this?" asked the man while replacing me holding Grandma's head that looked helpless.

"Your grandmother crossed the street carelessly, she walked without looking left and right, which is why your grandmother was dragged by her," I who do not want to be blamed because I am not wrong would rather explain what really happened, than to be silent and let the man in front of me blame me.

"I'm sorry, are you Grandma's granddaughter? "Ask a man who had asked me and thought that I was the granddaughter of my grandmother who was currently lying limp in front of me.

"Yes, are you the one who grazed my grandmother?" ask the man in the luxurious suit who is now holding the head of the grandmother who is unconscious.

"Yes, and you have to take responsibility for what happened, why did you let this old Grandma roam the streets and harm others, look at my motorcycle! Destroyed because I avoided your walking Grandma, if I hadn't dodged earlier I don't know what would have happened to your Grandma," the man who felt aggrieved for bumping into the grandmother who should not have walked on the highway, the man continued to babble as if asking for compensation to the grandson.

"Brah!" Call this man in front of me with a firm tone that made anyone who heard him instantly startled and ran towards him.

"Yes, sir," said someone who also looks so neat in a black suit, since he was standing not far from where my grandmother's granddaughter who I helped sit, he walked quickly towards her.

"Mistake everything!"the story is directly carried out by people who look like his men.

"You're coming with me!" He re-ruled and I don't know who he commanded, which is why I just silently looked puzzledly at him.

"Don't shut up! Come with me!" He re-ruled while staring intently at me.

"What person do you mean it's me?" ask me with a confused expression that might be clearly visible on my face.

"Yes, who do you think you are if not you? Come in and help me prop my grandmother up in the car!" The man gave the order as if I was his subordinate, but I who had a helping soul could not resist the one who looked troubled even though that person was actually not worthy of help.

Without thinking much I walked closer to the man who now had trouble opening the car door.

"Don't just shut up, open that door!" The man gave the order again and I was surprised to hear how his voice did not materialize just like a thunderbolt in broad daylight.

I never got on or into this luxury car, which is why I was confused how to open the door of the car in front of me.

"I can't open it, sorry," I said confusedly.

"Gosh, you're so dirty, just open the car door you can't, which planet are you from?" Said the man in an arrogant tone he insulted me.

"If you want to insult me, never ask for my help! It's delicious, it's been helped still had time to insult, open your own and carry your own grandmother!" I who began to get emotional no longer think about the condition of the grandmother who is currently in the arms of the arrogant man in front of me, I walked away without caring about it anymore. I'd rather go than help a trash-mouthed man like him.