Love Stifled By Destiny's

Hitchhiker

"Allah Allah, this life has finally been saved from the danger of abduction and fall in the river. There is no other word but gratitude that continues to be spoken in my heart. Your delight is so wonderful that I can breathe fresh air until now. Alhamdulillah ... Praise be to Allah, "my heart gives thanks.

The whole body still feels pain, until inevitably I still ride a sleep at home Mr. Ahmad has been a few weeks. Although I was able to move my legs and hands, everything had not fully recovered. My legs were always limping in limping to be able to walk, while my face was wrapped in cloth while this could not be opened, because it was still painful and painful.

Mr. Ahmad had told me that I could not go to the hospital, because there was no resident card (KTP) and not his family members, so he treated me using herbal medicine from leaves, he said, roots and plants.

The face stared blankly at Budi who was busy laughing cheerfully with his friends. He laughed cheerfully, when he won in playing marbles in front of his own house. But his friends felt so upset, because Bufi always won continuously, without giving his friend a chance to win.

"Alex!" call mr Ahmad.

Mr. Ahmad is now approaching me and we are both sitting in a chair, from bamboo woven neatly in front of the porch of their house.

"How are you doing now?" ask Ahmad

"Thank God be good, sir. Now it's a little mengingan also this," I'm shrinking my answer.

"Alhamdulillah, if it's a little good." he said again.

"Oh, yeah Alex. Forgive us for not being able to take you to the hospital" Ahmad said.

"It's okay sir, I instead say a lot of thanks to Mr. Ahmad for saving my life. And now this has been kind and still willing to keep me in your home. Thank you, sir!" sungkan.

"Together, Alex. Our fellow human beings must help one another, especially to the weak. So you don't have to hesitate to stay here. Think of it as your own home and we are your new family. We are sincere and ridho you are here, we are very fond of you here, Budi my son will have a chat friend," said Mr. Ahmad a little lecture.

"Yes sir" in short my answer.

"Alexes. That night, I accidentally fish with my friends on the edge under the river. We were so shocked when your body seemed to be staggering on the edge of the fence over the river and it turned out that your body suddenly fell into the river. When I found out, I immediately jumped into the river, to try to save you immediately" Ahmad explained on the night of the incident.

"Thank you, sir. Thankfully there was a father that night. If not helped by Mr. Ahmad, my life would no longer know how the fate of this self is now" Back said.

"Together, Alex. I love to help you, instead" he said.

"Kok, the fishing nights anyway, sir?" many wonder.

"It is precisely at night that usually many fish will be limp and will be easy to get." he explained.

"Ooh," answered the one who just found out.

"Do you not want to tell your family? Through that phone?" ask him again.

"Want in, sir! Only if I want a phone, I've forgotten their numbers, the end of my salary is gone. If the situation is fully recovered, God willing I will immediately visit them. So I ask for permission from Mr. Ahmad and his family, let me stay a little while longer until these wounds will heal, really," I said a little unwell.

"Oh .. yes, Alex. You've been unconscious for two weeks without eating or drinking. In your long sleep every minute and second, you always call out the name of a woman, Amel! Who her? Your lover's it?" ask him who surprised me.

"Does it, sir? I actually mentioned the name continuously," I asked in surprise with a plain face.

"Yes, right."

"Heheh, no sir! He's just a regular friend, not a lover!" shyly answer.

"It's really just a friend, it's a friend but it's friendly. Won't you, if it's just a friend, why don't you always just want it and keep saying his name?" said Mr. Ahmad tried to tempt me.

"He .. he .. he," I replied, not knowing what to answer.

"Mr and son Alex. Let's go in for lunch!" call bu Asih surprised us who were busy chatting.

"Budi here .. here, it's played. Cepetan get into the house, we'll have lunch soon!" the voice of the mother called her son.

"Yes mom, just a minute!" he said from a distance.

We were all sitting glazing under a mat, to eat together. The jackfruit vegetable that produces yellow fruit, and fried tofu accompanied by tomato sauce, is now accompanying us to our lunch. Although the side dish is only simple, but now it is enough to make Budi to eat food with delicious, and look steady so delicious. I'm so happy and so lucky, this life has been reunited with their families. It was the appearance of their lives, which always had a sense of joy and happiness in their families. The husband and wife in front of me right now, were jokingly chatting with each other about their daily lives, and there was only a sweet smile I could make in response to their exclamation.

"A happy step for this little family? It feels envious, hopefully someday when building a household, my life and family will be like those who always smile happily," my gut is in a heart that continues to pay attention to Mr. Ahmad's family.

"Come on Alex, add the rice. There's a lot of rice as well as vegetables!" hail the words of Asih

"Good ma'am, thank you!" my answer is timid.

I was so comfortable living here that I almost forgot about my own family. Mr. Ahmad's house is always crowded, which is never deserted by young women and children. They all asked to be taught the books and the Qur'an.

It can be said that their families have always been respected, and looked after by the surrounding community. Many mothers here give vegetables, rice, sugar, and other items, maybe a form of gratitude for teaching their children to teach. Because Mr. Ahmad's family never paid any fees for their children who teach, he taught them for free and sincere. If there are villagers who give goods to Mr. Ahmad's family, he can only thank him for all his provisions, Ahmad said when telling me.

Every Sunday Mr. Ahmad always teaches young women with martial arts, with all-black uniforms. I can now just sit watching from a distance, while they are in the spirit of training.

"Hiat .. hiat, straighten left leg kick. Hiat .. braas, right kick straighten," said the youth compact, demonstrating how to kick.

"Tighten the legs and tighten the hands," said Mr. Ahmad firmly, trying to teach his students with martial arts.

The fact that when they practice, they want to equip themselves with martial arts as well. But the truth is very disturbing my intentions, because I have not healed completely from the wound. But this self is not unyielding to immediately recover from pain so that it can learn martial arts, which is to be able to equip themselves at any time there are events that are not desirable, namely, because the trauma of not being able to fight makes this self become full of injuries, due to sadism the kidnappers yesterday who did not hesitate to continue beating against his opponent.