Milky

Part. 86

"Baim it!"

"Male!"

Brak!

"Aragh!"

Bima's motorbike hit the road barrier because it was driven by a car that drove uncontrollably from behind, making it fall and roll into the middle of the road.

"Abrahim!" jeremy Aulia pilu. His tears were flowing, Ibrahim was still lying in the middle of the road. Whimpering in pain because of the side of his foot that was pinned by the motor body.

Next to the young man's hand was scratched by the street, his skin peeling off and leaving a considerable trail of wounds. Luckily, he was wearing a helmet protecting his head from unwanted impacts. People came swarming to help him escape from the clasp of the motor body. He looked up, looking at the agitated Aulia I glanced right and left about to cross.

The passing vehicle did not allow him to step. He forced his feet to step with both hands stretched out stopping the endless pace of the vehicle.

"Mother!" Bima muttered among the hustle and bustle of humans who were shoulder to shoulder helping him. The car that hit Bima's motorbike did not wince because it was confronted by a group of young people who rode a large motorcycle like Bima's.

A colleague called the police, explaining the chronology of the incident that happened to Bima. Their partner. Coincidentally, Roy and other Bima friends were passing through the streets. They saw the fateful incident that hit Bima just now.

Roy ran towards Aulia who was walking limped as Bima who was relentlessly staring at him. He took the frail woman to where Bima evacuated residents. The motor itself was brought one of Bima's friends to the edge. For a while, the road became jammed and the vehicle snaked long enough.

Young people in Bima's motorcycle gang are quick to organize traffic while waiting for the authorities to come. The traffic broke down and the streets returned to normal. Bima closed her eyes, feeling her pained and throbbing legs.

He took a short breath, his hands clenched withstanding the intense pain next to his feet. Screaming stifled, sweat poured mixed with tears that fell. His lips folded strongly, groaning stifled.

Everyone shuddered in horror at the wound on Bima's leg that was gaping and was endlessly bleeding.

Cave cannot faint, cave must remain conscious.

His eyes twitched, Aulia's shadow with Roy looked blurry approaching.

"Mother!" His pale lips murmured to call the woman. His body is getting weak and weak. His view was getting blurry and gloomy.

"Male! You okay?" Roy's voice rubbed his eardrum. Bima palpated in the sound she heard.

"R-roy? That lu?" weak tanyanya.

"Yes, it's me" Roy replied frantically.

"Dear it! You have to be strong, son!" Aulia's voice also crammed her forest. Bima again felt the presence of the figure of the woman.

"Mother!" There was hardly a sound that he made.

"Mother here, dear .. please take my son to the hospital. You're friends, aren't you? Please take her to the hospital," Aulia's pinta with a bitter cry sounded.

Bima was almost unconscious, her petals were covered bit by bit. The longer it feels heavy.

Gua kudu keep awake, cave can not faint. No way!

The determination in his heart was so strong, but the entire joints and muscles in his body were getting weaker. Aulia's crying voice mingled with the voices of friends who kept stuffing her ears.

"You must be strong, Bima. You heard! Ambulance is heading here" said Roy's voice again with a tremble of fear that he could not stand.

The siren ambulance and the police car stopped not far from its position. The medical team deftly brought Bima into the ambulance, they gave first aid to the gaping wounds on her legs and hands. Beside the young man, Aulia was endlessly crying. His hands clasped tightly to Bima's fingers that felt weak.

His lips incessantly encouraged the unconscious young man. Bima fainted, as soon as the medical team came.

Police took the driver who was detained by Bima's friends following evidence of his car that hit the back of the poor young man's motorbike. Crowds in the streets, disbanded by the police after the body of the victim was taken ambulance to the hospital.

The suspect is a young man with a classy appearance, he had looked at Bima before the police forced him to get into the car. Prodeo is waiting there.

"Dear, hang on, kid. Don't leave Mom again. Don't go again. I'm sorry, Ibrahim, I've been selfish with you. I'm sorry," said Aulia, kissing her son's hand.

His crying never subsided, the shadow of Ibrahim who fell and disappeared again flashed. It became the biggest fear in Aulia's life until she was traumatized. Then, now that they met the fateful incident happened again.

In the back, Bima's group of friends followed the ambulance until they arrived at the hospital. Honey, they can't all go inside. With Aulia and Roy, they waited in front of the IGD room.

Unceasingly pray for the safety of their teammates even though Bima has declared herself out of the race.

"Oh Allah .. save my son. I do not want to lose her again, O God," said Aulia, covering her face with both hands.

Roy, who was sitting beside her, guaranteed Aulia a prayer. They were just like that woman, not wanting to lose a great friend like Bima.

"Patience, Mom. May Bima be okay," said Roy trying to calm Aulia who never stopped crying.

The woman's hand opened, she raised her face to look at the figure of the young man who was the same age as Bima.

"Sorry, are you my son's friends?" ask with lirih. Her wet eyes implied the sadness of her heart.

"Yes, Mom. Bima our great friend since we first made friends in High School. We don't want to lose him either" Roy replied with a serious heart.

"Yes, Mom. Bima helped us a lot, he never distinguished us as friends. All were helped, all behind him when we were in trouble," said another chimed in Roy's words.

Aulia threw a glance at the other young man, only three young men were allowed. They sat on the floor waiting to face him. Wearing the same leather jacket with the same logo.

The hijab-wearing woman smiled, nodding small in gratitude to her son's friends.

"Thank you, since you guys were there my son got help quickly. You good children, one day come to our house to eat together" said Aulia as tears fell on her cheeks.

"Thank you, Mom. Thank you very much." They also smiled, very friendly Mother Bima. It's just that Aulia is not used to calling Bima for the young man's call who is currently being treated by doctors in the room.

Silent. They were all silent, hearts incessantly praying, hoping for God's generosity to save their friend's life. Bima is more than a friend to them, he is like an advisor who will give advice when he sees things that are deviated by them.

His presence in their midst is like a gift from God deliberately sent to straighten their turning path. Thanks to this, they know God. Through the worship that Bima taught in a trained manner, pray, teach, know one by one letters from the reading of the Quran.

They looked down when the time of worship with Bima crossed the mind. Those are the calming moments in life that they once felt, when Bima became the prayer priest for them. There is a longing in the heart, a longing to re-enact the calm with his figure.

Shaking Aulia's phone to grab their attention, the woman hurriedly took the object from the pocket of the negligee she was wearing. His hand deftly shifted the green button answering the call.

"City ... Sis ....!" Aulia was unable to continue with the words, tears coming down as she heard Razka's voice from across the phone.

The man there sounded anxious, repeatedly calling his wife, but Aulia still did not reply and only heard the sound of crying.

"Come to the hospital, Ibrahim's accident."