NOT SITI NURBAYA

Sejahtera Clinic

The man in the hat moved the woman's belongings to the edge of the mattress. Then he sat down. He watched the woman.

'Beautiful girls too. Like a good boy' inwardly

Ddrr.. Ddrr.. Ddrr..

Ddrr.. Ddrr.. Ddrr..

Ddrr.. Ddrr.. Ddrr..

The vibrations in the cell phone resuscitate him in daydreams. In the way the phone came from the woman's bag.

He saw the woman's cell phone screen inscribed with the name 'Mother' spiked with a heart mark in his writing.

"Assalamualaikum "greet the voice of the woman across there

"Waalaikumsalam" the man replied tremblingly

"You who? This is my son's phone" the mother immediately railed with questions upon hearing the man's voice

"Sorry mom, I helped my mom. Mother's son is now again in the prosperous clinic" not finished the man said the woman across there was hysterical

"Yes Allah.. Why child?" ask her while crying

"It's okay mom. Just shock."

"I'm there now" then turn off the phone.

Shortly thereafter

"Sshhh.." as soon as the woman's eyes grimaced. His body was in all pain, especially the part of his legs was very painful that he felt.

"Are you awake?" ketus the man.

"Sorry, who is it? Why am I here." holding his head. He was still gathering his consciousness

"Huh? Where's my hood?" panicked and then closed her hair.

"You don't remember ramming my car into a dent! And you trouble me with fainting! And you need to remember I'm not your om! It's as if you're calling me om!" her hardness

The woman was scared. His chest pounded.

"Sorry a, a.. I just lost control. The road is slippery, just want my motorcycle brakes suddenly even slip" he replied honestly

"Later I replace the loss a" he continued in a voice holding back tears.

"I'm sorry a" she regretted

The man was silent. Not saying anymore. He was quite sorry to see the pale woman in front of him.

"A, may I ask you to get me my veil" because she still feels pain to wake up. His head still feels dizzy.

"It's wrong. Tell me" the man grumbled

The woman was silent while still covering her hair.

"Nih" proffered her veil

"Thank you a. I'm sorry for the trouble" he said, taking the veil from the man.

The woman covered her head with a veil of origin. Then he tried to sit down. The man was silent while playing his cell phone.

"Yeah... Tasyaaa. "suddenly a mother came crying followed by her husband.

"Mother." broke the woman's cry that she was holding back from earlier. They hugged.

"You brought my son here?" ask the middle-aged man

"Yes sir" he answered briefly

"You hit my son" the mother sniffled

"Not ma'am, I'm the one who broke it" replied the woman named Tasya.

"Naaack.. This gleeful mother. Oh my God, thank God you are okay. O Allah.. Very happy mother" he said later

"Thank you, son. Sorry to be bothered. I'm sorry to accuse you too" said the man in the hat

"It's okay ma'am" he replied again briefly

"Your motor is okay? Later the father replace the damage" continued Tasya's father

"The car dents Well. Got hit by Tasya" Tasya replied with regret.

"You're carrying a motorbike while you sleep, what? Can make people's car dents and get into the clinic" his father cornered Tasya.

"Well, it's yeah. The important thing is not why his son" Mother Tasya defended.

Tasya remained silent. She felt even more guilty for making her parents worry too.