Proof of Love

Chapter 4's

That afternoon we went back to the city . Because the sanu only one day off .when on the way there is a little problem, by the time we will stop at the motor workshop to change the oil has not had time to enter the workshop area arrived there was a motor speeding from the direction of our rear and bruukkk...it was an accident rather we were hit from the back until we bounced away.

" sickness san "fight me on my sanu my eyes have reddened to hold the cry so sick her and my body is also trembling because of shock.

" you're okay, is anyone hurt, where's sick?" tanya sanu streak when approaching me .

Yes we fell her apart far away and immediately ran towards me without caring about her wound as if she were more severely injured.

" my leg hurts ... Hik..hik, where are my sandals ?" finally out also my cry already sore feet slippers lost pants torn due to friction alspal, complete already my suffering.

"don't cry, let me find you. Let's go there let me carry "sangu said, then I was carried to the house that has a workshop .after driving me back to the place to solve this problem, holding the person who hit us accountable.

And the guy keeps blaming us.Our surgical doesn't stop in the middle of the road ,we stopped by the roadside right in front of the workshop and it stopped not suddenly just that we had not trun from the motor.

Fortunately, who had a workshop explained to people, if we were not wrong, we stopped long enough not suddenly so the person who hit wanted responsibility.

" san how many people are giving the cost .just not enough for the same motorbike pay the masseur.?" I asked while grimacing withstanding the pain when the sanu had come.

" enough ...because the motor is not too badly damaged and we and we are not too severe his injuries are just blisters and chirps only right " sanu replied while examining the wound on my leg.

"yes even though it is not bad still I msih tauma see that my hands are still trembling" I said while showing my hands.

" no need to apologize this is not your fault., This is a disaster "my word so that sanu is not sad anymore.

" we call the masseur only yes while the motorbike is in real let the sprain disappear and not hurt tomorrow" said Sanu pleading.

After being persuaded I finally agreed sanu call a masseur .actually I do not like it when sorted because it must be painful .but sanu than tomorrow sick at work is better now anyway his pain will not be long .if not followed then the skit will last a long time that's how sanu persuade me.

It turns out that the house of the masseur is not far just a few houses just pantesan cepet came his.

" who was it that wanted to be sorted ?" ask the aunt of the masseur while looking at me and to the sanu alternately.

" my boyfriend used to be bi , I'm so easy "sane answer relaxed.

" uhh..kamu just first and you're new me or I'm not so nih." threatened me on sanu .

I had to be there to give up than I didn't .

" huu.ya already but I'm running out you are straight yes, don't much reason "sane said while sighing.