My Only One's

Arkhan

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Galang had just got out of the house and intended to follow up to the hospital when the car he recognized as his in-laws entered the grounds almost in the evening.

The four-wheeled vehicle stopped right in front of the terrace and the door was immediately open. And Galang gulped down his saliva as soon as Arfan went down first, followed by Dygta at the back.

Their driver got off and immediately approached the two as the other passengers reached out.

A pair of crutches were removed, then Arfan and the driver helped Arkhan out. Baru Galang approached them.

"Let me, sir" he told Arfan.

The man did not answer, but he removed his hand from the son, then retreated away.

"You why the hell is Ar? Didn't hear what I said, huh?" The man muttered.

"Don't talk about it now Brother, you'll ask again." The sister-in-law replied.

"Already done. After this, the battered brother was beaten by papa." said Galang again who successfully made the 16-year-old young man silent.

"Just here." Arfan pointed at the sofa in the living room so the two men took Arkhan there.

Then slowly they sat down and made sure the child was comfortable in his place, even though he had shouted because he felt his legs hurt unusually.

His right calf was wrapped in bandages due to severe injuries after rubbing against the asphalt. His arm sprained while controlling the handlebar of the motor he was riding, and his face slightly scuffed due to friction on the helmet that protected his head.

"Well, after this may you listen to Papa, Ar." The father made a sound after being silent for quite a while.

"Not now, my dear! Let Arkhan rest first." sergeant Dygta.

"Yes, that's right. Let him rest first, before I add the wound!" arfan was angry.

Arkhan did not answer. He only kept his mouth shut tightly because he did not have the answer to his carelessness this time.

"Huh …." Arfan mend*sah quietly, then he waltzed into his room on the second floor without saying a word.

"Rest, Ar. Or do you want to eat first?" tawar Dygta made sure his son was comfortable.

"Later Mom." Arkhan.

"Related?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"All right." Dygta was silent for a while while looking at the son.

"That's why you hear old people talking. Don't just follow your will. Thank God you're still safe, if you don't?"

Arkhan.

"We don't care about you, it's just that it's not the time yet as you say. Later, if you have, Mommy and Papa will give it to you, and let you do it according to your will. Here, just get to ride a bike, go alone again?"

"So there's a friend, Mom!" Arkhan just answered.

"Where are they going? You stayed alone when you had an accident?"

"They didn't know I was in an accident. I said, right, if you want to go back to his apartment Galang? Mama doesn't understand when I'm clear?"

"That's your own name, Ar!"

"Yes, I know!" His voice went up an octave.

"Arkhan, watch what you say to Mommy!" Arfan's voice rang out from above, making their son again silent.

"We're after this!" Galang approached after Dygta left them.

"After all, why did you even bring your own motorbike? Did you say no?"

"Just try, brother."

"Just try but up to this? What are you doing?"

"So I'm going home, brother."

~ Flashback On ~

"Go home first, huh?" Arkhan said goodbye after they reached their destination and sat around for a while.

He followed the motorbike community he had just met in the Car Free Day area on Sunday morning which then drove down the streets of Jakarta. They finally arrived at their destination as usual.

Exciting conversations take place between them, while enjoying food in an outdoor cafe so that it does not feel the time has lasted more than it should.

"Hey, Arkhan?" Someone called from behind.

"Lu get the bike now?" One of her friends at school asked. The others followed from behind.

"On Sunday only." Arkhan kept his motor down until they drove side by side.

"Kereen! Why only on Sundays?"

"The rules are that."

"There are rules for the bike on Sunday? What rule is that?" His friend laughed.

"That's."

"So everyday is still ushered driver or mom papa?" The boy scoffed.

Arkhan did not answer.

Arkhan tightened his jaw.

"If you don't dare, don't bring a motorcycle. Use the scooter! Uh, forgot. Did you bring papa's mom?" he said again, then he added speed to his bike.

"Bye spoiled child!" They laughed again and drove ahead of Arkhan.

Without a second thought the young man turned the gas to increase the speed on his motor.

Arkhan chases after his schoolmates who are already ahead. He overtook several other vehicles at a fairly high speed even though the traffic was quite crowded during the day.

His adrenaline was racing and he was happy. Especially when you can chase them all. He thought tomorrow he would be the subject of conversation among his classmates, and it felt cool.

"Still slow, spoiled child! Go after it!!" say one of those who came back before him.

Again Arkhan felt motivated to pursue. Make it again increase speed to be able to match them all.

"Hey, stop!!" Someone beside him shouted.

"Hey, Arkhan! Stop that!" Another unknown biker tried to stop.

"Arkhan!" he screamed again, but too late. The young man did not listen. 

Until finally when he was about to go back to chasing and almost able to do it, a pick up car passed at the intersection and made Arkhan stop instantly.

He pressed the handbrake and the brakes under his feet together until a squeaking sound was heard.

"Ackhan!!" shouted the man who had followed him since this morning who was staring with his own eyes, when the son of his superior suddenly fell with a motor overstretched his body, and he moved into the bottom of the pick-up.

Suddenly the traffic stopped.

"Syall!" Piere took off his helmet as he stopped, then jumped off the bike and ran to where the pick-up stopped to check and try to figure out Arkhan's state down there.

But somehow, the boy crawled out of the crush of his bike under the pick up. And Piere quickly evicted him to get away from the sidewalk on the side of the road.

"Arkhan!" The man shook his body.

He took off the helmet that was protecting his head, and made him come to his senses from shock.

"Ackhan!!" Piere shouted again until the young man finally regained his senses and stared at him.

"Are you okay?" ask the blue-eyed man.

"Umm .. I …."

Piere checked his condition. Make sure that he has injuries or something.

The man found the cloth on his jeans badly torn and blood started to flow.

"Damn!" he said, and he immediately took off his jacket.

"Push here!" Piere wrapped Arkhan's feet, and the young man obeyed his words despite being shocked.

Then he made a call with his cell phone.

"I need a team to take care of the mess, sir!" said.

"And we need an ambulance for Arkhan." 

~ Flashback Off ~

"God!! And you're asking to go home when your wounds are this bad?" Struggling with annoyance.

"I don't like hospitals. It's not bad either." Arkhan whispering.

"Not bad you said? Your legs and hands are?"

"Mommy said, thank God I'm alive." the young man chuckled.

"God! Who's this kid like?" Galang patted his sister-in-law's head.

"Gee! Don't hit!"

"You were just in an accident, and your attitude is like this?" The storm got upset.

"Oh yeah, it was just as I got under the car, it felt like a haze. I think I want to run that. My heart wants to be broken. Haha."

"Good God!"

"But the Ijo looks like it's broken? It is …."

"Don't think about the bike! Think of yourself!" Struggling with feelings of anxiety. He did not expect his sister-in-law to be like this, even though he was already scared to death.

Especially if you remember the father-in-law who will soon make calculations with him.

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