Life, matchmaking and patience
Memory at the bus stop
Reynan Gunanto, that's my name. A soldier in the rank of captain. I'm still 27 years old. With a sturdy body, height of 180cm, and clean white even though I was always assigned at home and abroad.
The father of a businessman in the field of property and furniture, Gunanto Darmawan. Her name is Meyriska Damayanti. He is a Principal at one of Kanak Kanak Park in Jakarta.
That day, I just drove mom to her school, accidentally this eye just kept staring at her.
Yes she is, a High School girl. At a young age, I really cannot say with words. "This eye, is it not wrong that I saw the angel of heaven??" (took me to blink my eyes many times).
"In this blind morning??" I ask as if I can't believe it. Her face was so beautiful, radiant white, clean and soothing as the morning sun.
From a distance I saw her smiling cheerfully greeting the people she passed along the road to the bus stop right in front of me.
He, a figure I don't know his name yet helped an old Grandpa push a cart while pampered which was hard for Grandpa at his old age.
Not only that, he was happy to help the SD children cross the road. "Ah. That smile makes me diabetic" I said smilingly.
Actually my soul and eyes refused to leave this rare sight. But what to say is the task has been called. Soon I'll see mom for a break.
"Mom, Reynan go first, Assalamu'alaikum", I say hello to my mother while kissing the back of her hand.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, son. Be careful, Ndak need to speed up the drive!!", ask mom.
"Oke Ma'am", I said immediately rushed towards the parked car in front of the school.
BRAKKKKKC... The sound so loud surprised me.
Soon I ran out. What a shock and disbelief he had with what had just happened.
"Astaghfirullah, my God, Inalillahi.", that's all that came out of my mouth. The girl, lying covered in blood on the highway hugging a young boy. This leg is limp, can not move anywhere and these eyes, just fixated on looking from a distance with an empty mind. Five minutes during that time I kept staring at him with a blank mind.
"Om Om, excuse me Om, sorry Om, can you please take care of this little brother for a moment?", he asked managed to restore my consciousness instantly.
He took the boy's hand and gave it to me. Unable to say and unable to resist as if my body was hypnotized just by following all her wishes. He ran away leaving us like he was in a hurry.
As if hypnotized by his smile, I forgot to ask him about his condition, when I saw fresh blood coming out of his hands covered in his white uniform. "Is she okay??", I asked guess.
"Oh yes deck, Om until no ngeh you are here, already, cup cup do not cry anymore!!, we wait for your mama there ya !!", I said to calm him down while pointing towards the bus stop just across the street.
Not long after we sat at the stop, her mother came. "Mama.", he said while running happily hugging his mother.
"Sorry, I forgot that my son is still here" the mother said guiltlessly.
"Next time, don't leave the child alone Mom, let alone this side of the highway. Even though the morning is still quiet, the car even increases its speed, thankfully it did not hit" I said ketus.
"Ihhhh.masnya more handsome dech if again angry, make me more love, I like" said the mother seductively.
Without ba bi bu I left them to the car parked in front of the school mom.
"Ganjen very mother mother, do not want to age times," I grumbled annoyed.
Just 5 minutes I drove the car, these eyes were presented with an unexpected sight "Ohh Gosh.", I cried in disbelief.
The girl in her long skirt tried to jump the school fence right behind the security guard post.
"This child. What if he falls??", I thought.
It didn't take me long to get to him.
" Deck... deck... hurry down!!!", I shouted.
"God... Om soldier before", his screech turned to me in shame.
"Are my eyes myopic??" he said, blinking his eyes many times still in disbelief.
"Why is Om Om here, gawatt??!!" he said it made me smile wryly.
"This girl. What a rare and unique girl" I muttered with a meaningful smile.
