I'm taking you off, Mas!

Syafa Aileen Wirawan's

Caitde ....

The sound of the latest black luxury car brake Mercy A200 type stops suddenly.

When the owner of the vehicle realized that the car he was driving hit someone who was about to cross the road.

The incident caused the victim to be thrown away so that his head hit the concrete fence hard.

Accidents that cannot be avoided.

Syafa Aileen Wirawan was shocked. The girl silently stared at the incident that had just happened. Syafa was still shaking holding the steering wheel of the car looking towards the front with a pale face and trembling hands. Seeing the state of a person in front of bloodied eyes was being mobbed by many people.

Shafa is afraid to get out of his car. The sound of the glass knocking made him realize.

“Woy ... out! responsibility lo!” snapped at a young man in red who knocked on Syafa's car glass.

With fear and hands still shaking Syafa ventured out of the car. Than it becomes a time rage.

“Iya Mas, I'm definitely in charge.” Syafa's voice was trembling with fear.

“The victim must be immediately rushed to the hospital, his condition is severe,” said one more young man approached Syafa.

“How, Mbak?” ask the man in red.

“Bring to my car only, Mas! I'll take him to the hospital.”

A body covered in blood with unconscious conditions was immediately put in the car. Syafa hurried away from the scene to the hospital. He immediately took the man he hit to one of the top hospitals in the area.

Anxiety, fear that is what Syafa is feeling right now. He was afraid that the man he hit did not survive. Syafa sat in front of the ICU room alone while waiting for her papa to come there.

“Patient family,” call a nurse who came out with a doctor from the ICU room.

Syafa quickly stood up “I'm in charge of her, sister!” Syafa. "How is he doing, Doctor?" ask Syafa to the doctor who still wears special clothes after surgery.

"We'd better talk in my room. There are a few things I will say about the victims. You hit the victim?" The doctor stared at Syafa.

Shafa looks scared. He could only nod slowly in response.

"I'll take responsibility for everything, Doc! including the cost and all treatment of the victim. I just can't find his family yet. There's no identity there."

"Let's talk about this in my room!" Take the doctor and then step out of the ICU room where Afkar is in it.

Shafa followed the doctor's steps.

"The victim had a deep wound that was quite heavy. The medical equipment here is incomplete and inadequate for the injured patient. His leg was broken, while his head suffered a fairly hard impact. I suspect there's brain damage and fluid clumping in his brain as a result of that impact." The doctor paused his words.

“Please give your best to him, Doctor!" Shafa looked increasingly anxious as his hands continued to tremble.

"Do it quickly, Doctor! I want him to survive."

At the scene of the accident

After the accident. The Birumarket shopkeeper was confused to find that the victim of the accident was a man who left his cell phone in his shop.

Travel drivers who wait in the Gasoline Park also follow Afkar because it is too long to wait. The driver was not aware that the accident that occurred across the street was one of his passengers. He walked to the Birumart store.

"There was an accident, sir?" Ask the parking attendant in front of the store.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Where's the victim?" The driver asked again while circulating his eyes looking at the situation around. People have left the scene.

"The victim was immediately taken to the same hospital that crashed."

"Oh." Without asking much more travel drivers directly into the store. He circulated his gaze, looking for the figure of Afkar in there.

"Where the hell, people! Don't know what else awaits him!" gerutu the travel driver. "I'm spending it with a cashier, deh. He knows it once." The driver approached the guarding shop.

“Sorry, Ma'am. Is there a guy who bought pulses not here? wear Red clothes, people are high in white, saucy dah,” asked the driver, because he remembered Afkar asked the driver to wait a while to buy a pulse in this place.

“Iya sir there, this phone is still in me! His wallet was missing, so he made this phone a guarantee. He's gonna get his wallet in the car. But just as Mas was about to cross over, he was hit by a car, sir! It just happened. The same man was taken to the hospital. You know the guy?” The shopkeeper asked the driver back.

“I don't know, Ma'am! only he uses my travel services to go home, and where the luggage is still in the car again. Here aja his phone, later let me return to the pickup address earlier,” pinta Travel driver while thrusting a hand about to take the phone belonging to Afkar.

“Pay first, Sir! It was not paid, so his phone was left here.”

The driver patted his own seat.

“Sue is really, so I pay for the groceries," he grumbled. "How much in total?”

“Ninety thousand, Sir!”

“Anjir... Great too, sue me today!Here, Ma'am!” The driver pays the shopkeeper. “Fate .. fate, new also start narik, 'already ngegelosor aja tuh duit.” While walking back to Pom Bensim Pak driver grumbled a little.

The driver did not want the other passengers to wait too long. He stuffed Afkar's phone into a backpack and separated Afkar's luggage in the back of the trunk, the plan was to deliver Afkar's luggage to where he had picked up. or to the place of booking a bench in the service of a travel car provider.

“Kasian also tuh people, have not met his family even hit by a disaster, May be all right, boy,” said Mr. Driver back to continue his journey.

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