Not the Riding Prince

Raining

"Where's the situation, Doc?" ask the doctor who checked my condition. I who was lying on the bed just a glance steal a look at him. There is regret, fear and shame. Mix it into one.

"Did he suffer violence? I always ask him, but he doesn't answer. The wound on his stomach is like a kick or punch."

She's looking. I could see from her eyes that were so curious.

"Just take it, Doc." He just left.

"You better explain now." The soft doctor was suddenly already at the side.

"Just be surprised." I'm annoyed at him.

"Why is your body full of wounds? if it's not the KDRT, are you fighting with thugs? or you're a real thug, or–"

"Rebtedness." The doctor was silent with his mouth still open. "I was chased by deptcollectors, my gambling-loving father owed me a lot, and I had to pay it all off." I sighed. "Every time they charge, they'll torture me when I don't give them money."

I saw the doctor not blinking at all. I don't know what he's thinking. I'll get off the bed immediately. Just leave the doctor who is still glued.

Perhaps, for those from the upper class like the Doctor and the President, it would feel strange to see a poor human like me being battered just because of the money! uh! isn't there someone out there who has to die for money?

My work time is one hour left. I used the time to clean the cups and cutlery of the former employee's lunch.

Sometimes, I have to be quiet for a while when this stomach hurts again.

"Yes aampuun .. why must the desk suck everything?" my grunt caresses my stomach.

When I finished, I sat down with a cup of coffee. Waiting for time to return to work.

Why does the office feel crowded? Not usually.

I'm out of my lair. Go to the lobby and see what happens.

Uh! it's still a lot of people. Outside the rain.

Not felt, the time to go home from work is more than an hour. Inevitably I had to rain towards the stop. I can't wait until night.

The road for us lowly employees, has a special road. In back. The passageway leading to the parking lot for the elites. Yeah, their parking lot wasn't in front. They don't let their cars get sun or rain. Ruak–idanya.

I saw the rain so heavy. For a minute I walked under it, it must have been soaking wet. Inevitably I had to go home, even though it was raining so hard.

Tidiidda.

"Doctor?" I said as soon as the door opened and saw the person behind the wheel.

"Come, comein!" among the noise of the rain.

I doubt. Do I really have to go inside? but what do people say when they see this?

I stepped up as I saw another car behind him.

The president?

He looked at me sharply. I always and always froze when I looked at the man.

Come on dong, feet. Why is it so heavy.

Tiddidddd.

The doctor's horn came back to surprise me. Fortunately ... with that the chain at my feet immediately detached and I was able to take a step immediately.

"Thank you, Doc."

"Call me Evan outside the office."

"Eum, okay."

"Where do you live? I'll drive you home safe."

I'm turning. Honestly, I'm overwhelmed. But I also felt astonished. Why would he do this for me, would he feel sorry for me after knowing my life story?

"Don't stare like that. I'm so groggy at seeing a pretty girl."

Uh! what did he say? why is this face like it's in front of a campfire? hotter.

Dr. Evan. 32 years.

To Be continued