I'm Not an Actor

Let them get dressed, first,,,

I was waiting for Yoga in the hospital. Yoga can do nothing on its own. So it can't be left. I have no intention of leaving him either.

Yoga tells about the incident. That morning at about ten in the morning, he passed by the way of a rose.

When the road conditions were empty, suddenly a pick-up car hit him from behind.

Yoga that drove the motor at a fairly high speed, bounced up to the sidewalk. The motor was dragged a few meters forward.

Yoga had seen the car and the driver because the car glass was open.

"It looks like he accidentally hit me" Yoga said next.

I was surprised by Yoga.

"Why can you say that, Ga?"

"I saw the driver see me bouncing on the sidewalk and he was seen laughing. No worries at all. But I don't know either. It's true that it's just my feeling" replied Yoga.

"Have you seen his license plate or any other signs in his car?" I'm like a detective.

"Absolutely not. Because I'm totally unconscious, right?"

I nodded in understanding. Yes the name of the person in an accident, where might think of a license plate.

"Have there been any reports to the police, Ga?"

"I don't know yet. No one has contacted me yet."

Suddenly a nurse came in. He was about to check the blood pressure and fluid from the infusion of Yoga.

"Sorry, Mom. Pak Yoganya do not talk to continue. The patient has to rest a lot because the scar on his head is not dry" said the nurse.

"Oh yes, Sus. But it's fine, isn't it?" my husband is worried about the state of Yoga.

"The doctor said pretty well. But you have to rest a lot. Don't talk and think too much."

I'm nodding. Yoga just looked at the nurse with a puff.

I thought, lest Yoga endure the pain in his head. Or to shift the pain and keep her talking a lot?

"Sus, can I ask you something?" my many.

"Yes go ahead, Mom."

"Has this issue been handled by the police? It's a hit-and-run case."

"Oh, if that is later you can ask the doctor who handles it. Or you ask our administration. There is a special deal with hit-and-run victims like this" the nurse replied kindly.

"Yes, Sus. Thank ye. Let my brother find out."

"alright. Let the patient rest first. Excuse me, Mom." Then the nurse passed from the Yoga ward.

I shrouded Yoga's body after the nurse closed the door.

Yoga pulled my hand to the point of falling onto her chest. Yoga grimaces withstanding pain.

"Yoga, huh! You're sick, aren't you?" I immediately got up and moved away from Yoga which was always nosy even though he was sick.

"You are resting. It's even me who gets reprimanded again." I walked over to the couch in the room.

Tired also from earlier sat only with a bench without a backrest.

"I want it to be swollen with you" said Yoga as a child who does not want to be left by his mother.

"No need to joke, ah" I said. If I don't remember Yoga still hurting, I've thrown him with a little pillow.

Yoga soon fell asleep. It looks like the nurse added sleeping pills to her Yoga needle.

Just like Dance who can calmly face the problem. To the extent that first mas Angga entrust the safety of my son to Tari. Maybe because of his calm and calm attitude.

Dance is a brave woman. He said since childhood he had been trained in karate to black belt.

After graduating from high school, he attended primary education as security. Then he works to his ability.

Dance is independent since both parents died, do not want to just pocket the High School.

With the income she got from working as a security, Tari went to college.

He only works part-time. Because he still wants to pursue his bachelor's degree.

Dance majored in law. He said he could help others who were weak. Who can't defend himself in front of the green table.

And now he's starting to make his thesis. Because he was busy with the script, Tari chose to resign as security.

For the needs of her daily life, Tari who lives a kara relies on the money left over from the sale of her other parents' house.

If the word Yoga, parents Dance used to be quite. They have two houses. One of them has been sold by Tari for his needs.

It seems like they both come from families. But their fate is almost the same. Lost both of his parents.

The difference between the two parents died when Tari was a teenager. Both Yoga parents died after Yoga started working.

That's why Dance is so close to Yoga. Since both of her parents died, Dari often comes to Yoga's parents' house as her only brother.

Even though they were born from a family, it does not make them spoiled. They grew up to be independent and strong.

The only thing that distinguishes them is their nature. If Yoga is a whimper, while Dance is very serious.

But that doesn't make them far away. They even complement each other.

Although female Dance, but never rely on Yoga to protect or help her. Dance prefers to do everything on her own.

Not like I always rely on others to solve my problems.

Maybe because I was too loved by both my parents and my mother. Although we sometimes like to fight or storm, but we actually care for each other and protect each other.

I was worried when Andi did not get a partner. I think he has a shortage. It turns out he was very selective.

Andi chose the perfect dance in my eyes. My mom and dad agreed when they found out they were close.

Who would reject a woman like dance. I agree as soon as I know.

They are a very suitable couple. Equally calm in the face of problems. Both independent and equally determined.

Thinking about Yoga and Dance made me very comfortable to be among them. I am proud to be a part of them.

I noticed Yoga sleeping again. Suddenly Yoga grimaced like a person who was enduring pain.

I was the one who was going to sleep, so lost sleep. And head straight to the Yoga bed.

I wanted to wake him up but not. I finally pressed the bell to call the nurse.

A nurse came shortly.

"What's up, Mom?" tanyakanya. I explained Yoga who grimaced constantly in his sleep.

The nurse noticed Yoga. Then he came out for a while and came back with a syringe.

"That's what, Sus?" my many.

"Pain relief." Then the nurse injected him in a hose near the needle that stuck on the back of Yoga's palm.

Yoga soon calmed down. I can't stay away from yoga. I finally fell asleep on the side of the Yoga bed.