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Meeting a Foreign Man

During the blazing afternoon, Flora finished teaching at the Elementary School near where she lived, she was so happy after teaching a little child who she thought was so cute and funny, she said, but his steps came to a halt when he saw someone lying helplessly at the patrol post.

"Hey you're fine, '" said Flora kindly as she met a stranger so badly with her injuries.

The young man did not reply, finally Flora ventured to ask for help from the surrounding residents.

"Please, someone is hurt" Flora shouted at everyone there.

"There's what Miss Flora is," said one resident who is now not far from the post patrol.

"Sir, may I ask for help, there is a wounded man at the patrol station, can take him to the nearest clinic," a 21-year-old girl told a resident.

A male citizen approached the body of the person Flora was referring to.

"Sorry, ma'am, I don't want to help this guy, he's always troublemaking with his motorcycle genk and troubling the people around here" said the middle-aged man, who declined Flora's request.

"But he needs help, sir."

"I'm sorry, Miss Flora we can't" one of the other residents said in an angry tone.

Because there is no other choice, either, Flora eventually brought a young man dressed in a white T-shirt with a black sleeveless jeans jacket and torn jeans to a nearby clinic despite being hobbled by her weight and height higher up the young man.

Arriving at the clinic, Flora threw the young man down on the bed, the doctor examined Shean's condition lying unconscious.

"Bu Flora, her injuries are not so serious she can be outpatient at home," the middle-aged woman's doctor said kindly.

"Alhamdulillah, if he's not okay."

Flora's redeeming the medicine for the stranger she met earlier.

He returned to the young man again, the girl who was apprenticed in an Elementary School near his house inevitably had to take him home to treat the wounds of the young man who needed his help.

Arriving at home, he knocked on the door politely, said his greetings and knocked on the door three times.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am, sir," greeted the girl in a soft voice.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said the middle-aged woman as she opened the door for her daughter.

"Who are you carrying, son!" said the middle-aged woman in a surprised tone.

"Later Rara explained it to Mother, but let us enter first, Mom."

Flora begged her mother who was standing at the doorway thinking.

For a moment the middle-aged woman wearing the long hijab stood up, then she gasped when she heard the heavy voice that was behind her body.

"Grandfather?" said Mother Flora with a trembling tone.

"Why are you, ma'am, is your face pale are you sick?" the middle-aged man asked his wife.

"No-no, sir, but....."

The middle-aged woman's eye rotation looked outside the doorway. There his daughter was picking up someone who did not seem to be in good shape.

"Son! Who's she?" ask Mr. Grace to his only daughter.

"Later Rara explained the same Father and Mother, but help Rara first, sir. His weight is the same Rara is not a draw.

Overwhelmed Flora almost fell to the side, but the middle-aged man she had always respected was helping her.

"Thank you, sir."

They went inside the house and laid the young man down on the long sofa of the living room.

Flora finally tells her about herself when she meets the young stranger.

The small family discussed how the fate of their family now, because after all the views of others to the simple family will be different later.

"Then what should Rara do, sir. Rara also couldn't just leave people injured. It is also because of the Father's teaching to always help people in trouble" Flora explained in a soft tone.

"Nothing, Son. Your actions are correct, so we wait for the young man to recover and he can return to his house" said the middle-aged man gently.

A second later, the young man saved by Flora was awakened.

"Where is gue?" said the young man while looking all over the house.

"You're at our house, son. But my daughter accidentally found you in an unconscious patrol post" the middle-aged man told the young man, whom they did not know by name.

"Thank you for your help, I might have died if no one had helped me at that time."

"No problem, son. It's all the fate of the Creator, you meet our daughter as well as destiny" the middle-aged man said to the unnamed young man.

"Gue sniffed, Mom, my parents are busy working, they are........."

The young man paused his words, reluctant to tell the stranger the problem.

"It's okay, son. Are you still in school or are you working?" ask Mr. Grace again in a friendly tone.

"Gue is still in college, sir, last semester," said the young man who had not yet mentioned his name.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir. Rara, excuse me, make a drink for you" said the hijab girl to her father.

"Yes, Son. You make warm tea for our guests."

Rara immediately went to the kitchen to make a drink.

Both of Flora's parents were still prying information on the young man before her.

"Whose name are you, son?" ask Ms. Flora who came to ask questions.

"My name is Shane, Mom."

"Where is Shane going to sleep tonight? While your condition is like this?" the middle-aged woman's friendly question was to Shane.

"Gue's gonna call a friend first, Mom, maybe they can help to pick me up here" Shane told Flora's parents.

The young man searched where his cell phone was, but did not find the flat object in his pants pocket.

His face began to look panicked, as his wallet was also not in his pants pocket.

"Why, Son?" ask Mr. Grace gently.

"My phone and my money don't exist, sir" Shane said with a panicked face.

Mr. Grace breathed heavily.

"If no one can help you get home, just sleep here first, son. It's also not good to go out the night with such injured conditions," prevented Mr. Grace when he saw Shane was about to go looking for his cellphone and wallet.

"But my phone and my money fell somewhere, sir?" sahut the real handsome young man with the fair complexion was in a soft tone.

"Give it all up to God, son. He will not give a hard test to his servant, try to be sincere, maybe something will happen later with the destiny that He has determined," said Mr. Grace to Shane.

The young man could only look down, he was ashamed to be in the middle of a family that was obedient to religion.

It was not long before Flora appeared with drinks for her two parents and the young man she had helped before.

"Sir, Mom, and you, this is the warm tea, drink it first so that the energy can recover" said Flora was friendly.

"Thank you for helping me and taking me for treatment."

Shane looked so eerily with Flora who kept her face down when she regained consciousness.

"Sir, Ma'am, Rara said to the room first yes, Rara wants to study to get good grades, tomorrow there is an afternoon exam on campus," explained Flora who asked permission from her parents.

"Yes, but before that please clean the room next to yours for Nak Shane's sleep tonight" the householder's friendly request told his daughter.

"Yes, sir."

Flora disappeared behind the walls of the living room and dining room. Mr. Grace again had a warm conversation with the young man who looked so lacking in affection.

"The daughter is still in college, but she was wearing a teaching uniform, right?" the young man asked, looking curious.

"Yes he was still in college in the fourth semester, while at college he was interning at an elementary school near here, his intention was to seek God's pleasure and his bonus he got friends, knowledge, and also his own income," the middle-aged man's light was on Shane.

Shane is increasingly embarrassed, he who is less grateful for all the facilities given by his father and mother and the pocket money that never runs out, can only complain and be angry with his parents.

"Son Shane's sister, if you're still sick, get some rest in the room, let's take you to the room" the middle-aged man asked Shane.

Shane is so comfortable with the simple house in front of him, unlike the magnificent house that always makes the mood less good and the dirty apartment.

Arriving at the door of the room, Pak Rahmat opened a door for the young man.

"Sorry little room, son. May your sleep be comfortable and the medicine was stored on the nightstand ya."

"Okay, sir, thank you."

Shane went in and broke down his body that was still in pain.

"Where are my wallets and cell phones?" the monologue Shane was thinking about the existence of an important object of his.

The young man was reminded of something and he clenched his hand in fury.

"Well then, you're asking for a sweet gift from me," the young man's monologue punched the wind with emotion.