Monster Labile

Accident

I now live with three of them at home. Me, my sister and my grandmother. Every there is something, of course, only I can be relied upon, for example, shopping. This fasting month we spend more food because my grandmother can not cook a lot in a short time. Ah~ sorry I can't cook, but if I want to study seriously I can. The problem is just that I need space, I don't need anyone to comment, whoever he is.

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In the afternoon after shopping at the ramadan market, I stopped by to buy coconut ice. Suddenly a loud noise was heard near the post office.

The accident? ask me myself.

"my mom put my food here first huh? I think there was an accident"

"oh yeah, my goodness"

I rushed there. As expected, two motorcyclists have collided. The old man and the other one might be my brother's age. Kok can get into a collision even though the road is quite wide. Probably because of care.

I saw the old man crawling slowly to the side of the road. Before I helped him the old man suddenly vomited blood. There was a lot of blood that he spewed. I was silent to analyze the damage to his body. A little nauseous seeing a scene like this the first time.

Be aware! help him!

But how?

The old man moved again slowly and sat down.

Ahhh.. Not many people came to help. While the other one sits leaning against the fence of the post office yard. Expressing the pain. Pretending? then it's better to ignore it. The old man must be helped first.

But how!? other people are busy discussing finding acquaintances or if someone has a car to take the victim to the hospital.

Why wait for the car!?

I ran away to pick up the vehicle and went back to the scene and approached the victim to lure him to the hospital by riding in my vehicle. But he refused it.

I know for sure it hurts to ride a motorcycle but the situation is worrying. Please don't die.

There's nothing I can do. The father just sat down to maintain a sitting position. Maybe it was a hard bump on the stomach that made him vomit blood. There's nothing I can do. If there is healing as expected.

Car through!

We asked to stop by and help the victim but unfortunately he was indifferent. Crazy, fasting month there are only people like that. What if we were victims, should we help?

Hope came..

The company bus passed by and wanted to stop the victim. Alhamdulillahot.

But I dare not lift the victim into the bus because from here alone I have felt the pain of him. It makes me weak.

Truck drivers who happened to pass by helped lift the victim and accompanied him to the hospital. The other truck driver and residents gathered to interrogate the other victim. He could stand up apparently.

Me and some guys cleaned up the scene. The vehicle of the father was badly damaged. He said he had just returned from the market. I took the father's batagor food and I put it near his vehicle. It was a very tough test for my father.

I was asked to clean the blood of the victim on the side of the road earlier by the residents. I'm fulfilling the request.

The blood is frozen I need a brush to clean it. Across the street was a stall that opened, where I asked for water and a brush. But the shop owner lent me his broom. Instead of using a mending brush with a broom, he said.

"wouldn't you be dirty?"

"yes, no papa"

Finished cleaning it up I don't think there's anything else I should do, I'd better go home. It's dusk. Don't forget my groceries, I took them back. Uhh. My stomach is still nauseous.

I went home and changed my pants if there was any blood still stuck and escaped my accuracy.

Gaining new lessons and experiences has increased my inspiration to act more thoroughly.

Character renewal is increasing..