Merely Protector

Chapters 2. Citizen Protest

A week passed, Angga really did not remember anything. In fact, he did not know what happened that resulted in him getting there.

Silvi was disappointed with Angga's situation. The planned hospital costs will be entirely passed on to the man, now they are the ones who bear.

"We are ready to go home" Silvi said, inserting clothes with a slightly faded color into the bag.

That's what Angga has been wearing all this time. Because he has no clothes at all, Budi gave some of his clothes. Fortunately, everything fit on the man's body even though it was a little tight.

"Go home to your house?" ask Angga.

"Where else are you going?"

Short conversations have become a habit. Silent nature Silvi and Angga who are unable to melt the atmosphere is the cause of all that. In fact, the doctor asked to multiply the interaction so that the man quickly got his memory back. However, how else, that is their nature and cannot be changed.

Today Angga was discharged from the hospital at Budi's request. The doctor approved it after seeing the man's development so good. However, he reminded the two to routinely bring the young man to walking therapy because the legs still need a lot of attention. Same with his amnesia.

"Silvi, let's go home" said Budi. He was suddenly behind Silvi unconsciously.

My face looks very relieved. The money they both collected, was enough to pay for the hospital fees. Both of them sincerely do this because they are principled that God will replace them.

Help Angga to move into a wheelchair. All three said goodbye to the patient and family who were still there. By taxi, they headed to Budi's house.

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The green rice field stretches are dancing, as if welcoming the arrival of Angga. The eyes cannot let go of a soothing sight. All the burdens of the mind flew, carried away by the gust of wind that afternoon.

"Come, we're going down!" Silvi reached out her hand towards Angga.

With the help of the girl, Angga immediately got out of the car. He was sitting in a wheelchair that had been provided before. A broken left leg made him helpless.

Some residents peeked out of each other's homes when they came. There are also those who are clearly paying attention. Meanwhile, the nearest neighbor was enthusiastic, greeting and asking for news.

Silvi kindly responded to the greeting while pushing the wheelchair inside the house. The hospitality was very visible among the neighbors. A typical sight seen in the countryside.

"Have you arrived?" ask Ayu. He came from behind the house.

Narrow room in front of the eyes of Angga, with two long wooden chairs squeezing the table. A vase with red flowers decorated on it. Sunlight infiltrating through the cracks of the wooden wall is lighting on bright days. He scanned every corner of the room.

"This is our home, small, but comfortable. For a while, you stay here until you remember everything" said Budi. He hopes Angga does not question the condition of his house.

"Thank you, sir." Angga nodded his head.

"Silvi, take her to the room so she can rest!" budi's Order.

Slowly Silvi pushed the Angga wheelchair to enter the three-by-three-meter room. Wooden beds with cotton mattresses are seen in the corner of the room. White sheets seemed to envelop on it neatly.

The goose grimaces as the left foot treads the floor. Pain with extreme pain as if breaking back his bones. As a tough guy, he was trying to hold back all that sense. His past may be more painful than what he is feeling right now.

"Thank you."

Silvi was shocked to hear Angga's words. After a few days together, for the first time the word was heard. It is not that he has helped the man and must get an award even if only a thank you, but at least two words can appreciate the effort done. Surely he would be very happy to hear it.

Justright. A smile was painted on Silvi's sweet face. His heart was happy even though it only got a thank you from the man. Flowers seemed to fill the recesses of the heart, really fragrant as fragrant as it smelled to the soul. He's never felt it before.

"Together." Silvi sat next to Angga.

For some reason right now his mind was only filled with that young man. Maybe just a feeling of admiration for a handsome face that never existed in the village. However, not only that, he was very curious about the background and previous life of Angga. So, the only way is to help the memory of the past quickly return.

Angga stared at every corner of the room, the roof really looks short for men with a height of 181 inches. Cots are also only as wide as the body, unable to move, surely the head and feet will touch the ends.

"Ehm!" Silvi tries to get Angga's attention and succeeds. "What are your plans tomorrow?"

Angga thought to answer Silvi's question. It's really very difficult it seems because a lot of things are not supportive, especially the legs. He can't go anywhere if he's still in a wheelchair. The first step to take is to focus on healing the feet.

When Angga started to open his mouth to answer Silvi's question, there was a noise from the front. Whether the commotion what happened, it did not sound clear from there because it was blocked by one room, even though he had tried to focus.

"Wait a minute! Let me see first." Silvi got up from her seat, then stepped towards the door of the room. Suddenly, someone appeared from there.

"You're still here, Silvi?" ask Budi.

The girl simply lowered her head, not daring to answer. Fear immediately overwhelms the mind. He knew for sure the father would be angry because he was alone with a man, especially in the room. However, a surprising thing happened, Silvi was actually pulled to get closer to Angga.

"Sir RT came here because it does not accept that you are here, Nak Angga," said Budi after successfully sitting down.

The two young men frowned, curious about the underlying reason. Budi explanation is only short, the norm in society is their reference. Yes, foreign youth should not stay at home residents have that girl at home, fearing that something unwanted will happen.

"Keep, how, sir?" Silvi looked at the father with her own eyes. I don't know why he was sad to hear the news.

"If you still want Angga here, they say, you should get married."

Silvi opened her eyes wide, unprepared if it happened because it was not Angga who was believed to be coming. Meanwhile, the young man lowered his head. He felt the trials falling on him.

It's so hard a decision to make right now. Angga's background is not yet known to make him worried, maybe the young man was already married. If he marries the child, then what is the future? However, behind all these things, humanity always covers his heart.

"Sorry, Silvi." He looked at the child, then turned to the man next to him. "Son Angga. It's up to you to agree on whether you can, but everything has to be decided."

Seriate.