Life, matchmaking and patience

The Unexpected Meeting

BRACKET... BRAKKKKKC....

It just so happened that no one saw us rolling on the highway except the person who was driving the car because the road was still very quiet. "ahh. aww. sick" I whispered.

Without me noticing, the driver got out of his car and approached us. Eng... Ing... Eng.., not even asking about the situation of me and the little boy I was hugging, but he was angry. "Damn it.." - grunts. "Hey you, little boy, (while pointing at me), instead of going to school, this is letting your sister play in the streets, he said,,.. See my car get dirty!!!", "cuihh..", (while spitting next to me) he said in a furious tone and cursing disregarding my bloodied hand and left us and drove his car again.

After the departure of the driver who hit us, I let go of my embrace of the boy. "Didn't pa pa??" I grimaced with pain.

She cried instead, "Sister, brother's hand is bleeding, is it a pain??", "hiks hyks hyks", she asked as she held my cheek.

"Ndak pa pa pa deck, just a little pain (as I clenched the tips of my thumb and index finger). Later brother can treat it first and brother can check it later in the hospital.have not cried again, cup.cup", I said to calm him.

"Geek, where's your house ?? let brother deliver!!", I said as I sat at the bus stop cleaning and dressing my wounds with medicine and bandages that were in the p3k box in my bag.

(Oh yes, there must be many who wonder why I always carry a p3k box where2 in my bag. Of course, I do not expect an accident but just in case if at any time there is a need just for first aid and also the influence of my ideals who want to become a doctor he he he he).

"Silver, sorry, (while bowed lethargic). Because of the bloody brother's hand," he said regretfully.

I elus his hair, "It's not wrong Dika, this is just a disaster, already do not cry again, later brother's hands more bloody you know." I asked while teasing him.

"Let's go to your house !!" take me after covering the bloodied school uniform with a jacket.

While thinking of a way out, and because I couldn't skip school, accidentally too and Alhamdulillah, in the distance there is someone I can ask for help to take care of this child. Without a second thought, I immediately invited Dika across the road to approach the person who was none other than Om army. When viewed from anywhere Om the soldier looks handsome and perfect like my ideal type ha ha but only imaginary.

"Wish the army is done, maybe he can help me keep Dika for a while until his mama comes" I thought inwardly.

"Excuse me Om," I said gently.

The soldier was still unaware of my greeting. "Excuse me, sir," I said again.

"Yes deck, how can I help you??" her tan was smooth with a face that was still stunned in disbelief.

"Om sorry, can you please take care of this sister??" ask her.

"When his mother left him for bread and he was asked to wait at the bus stop" I said, pointing to the bus stop.

Has not been answered by Om the soldier, I release my hand to Dika and immediately give Dika's hand to Om the soldier.

In a hurry immediately I say goodbye and leave them, "sorry, om and thank you for the trouble, assalamu'alaikum".

"Da da Dika." I said to the little boy from a distance.