Replacement Ribs

9. Accident

"You're too presumptuous to open Elita's closet."

Kirana. He thought Tristan wouldn't discuss the matter the other day. About him who took Elita's clothes for Silvia. But it turns out he was wrong. Tristan only postponed it because he was sick. If not driven by humanity that is too excessive, especially Tristan is her husband, Kirana would have let the man lie in bed a few days ago.

Right now Kirana is like a thief being judged by the owner of the house. His tongue was faintly looking at Tristan who was staring sharply full of anger. Enough patience has been tested. Tristan could never appreciate it.

"Do you think Silvia has more right to go into the room and pick up the clothes in the closet itself? Because this is her sister's closet?" Kirana replied to Tristan fiercely.

"I am your wife. While her? He's nobody here. His status in this house is the tantenya Mentari. And that doesn't mean he's free to do anything in this house."

"Don't try to hunt me down. I'm more entitled to determine who can touch my wife's things."

Kirana was stunned again. If for Tristan his wife was just a dead Elita, perhaps Kirana was only considered as the caretaker of Mentari. It would be painful if it were so.

As hard as Kirana's heart expels the tightness that squeezes her chest cavity.

"If you really think Silvia is more entitled in this house, why don't you just marry the woman a long time ago?!"

Before the sparks started, Kirana grabbed her bag and walked out of the room. The morning begins with a fight is not a good thing. His job is to deal with small children who need extraordinary patience. He does not want his quarrel with Tristan to make his mind chaotic and will impact on his teaching spirit.

Kirana took three boxes of supplies in the closet and put the sandwiches she had made into each box. For her, Mentari and another one for her husband. Even when her heart ached due to Tristan's attitude, kirana still thought about her husband's stomach. Unfortunately his sincerity never got the slightest attention. Especially the award from Tristan. Kirana never even heard her husband thank you or help. A simple sentence that would certainly make Kirana smile heard it.

"We have breakfast at school, dear" Kirana told Mentari who was ready to sit at the dinner table.

"Why, Mother?"

"It's okay. Mother there's something to do at school."

Mentari nodded in understanding.

Kirana also put two boxes of supplies in the bag. There was one box left lying on the table. He didn't care if Tristan would take him or not. After all, the man rarely eats processed hands Kirana if not for Mentari who whines for the company of food.

The helmet and seat belt were prepared by Kirana to keep Mentari from falling. The journey to school is far. Kirana does not want to risk Mentari getting tired on the road or neglect to hold on to her.

Tristan's steps were heard coming down the stairs as Kirana was wearing Mentari's jacket.

"The breakfast is in the lunch box, Mas." Kirana said without looking.

After the jacket is neatly attached, Kirana tells Mentari to say goodbye to her father. This has been the number of times Kirana invites Mentari to go on a motorcycle. The location of offices and schools that are opposite directions sometimes do not allow Tristan to always take them. Although Tristan often reminds them to take a taxi, but his little daughter prefers to ride a motorcycle. A new thing she never felt before getting to know Kirana.

"Yes good motorbike, Mother," said Mentari one day.

Mentari waved her hand after saying goodbye to her father. Kirana, deliberately ignoring her husband by holding Mentari's hand without saying a word. His frustration is still mounting. Tristan's attitude is becoming more and more. The high wall that Kirana thought she could tear down was still solidly confining the two. Tristan's plays are sometimes very natural. Until Kirana is difficult to distinguish Tristan is playing or indeed has changed. And his words in the room made Kirana realize that Tristan is indeed difficult to touch.

Kirana asks Mentari to hold on before doing the bike. With an average speed, they paved the streets that were already quite crowded even though the new clock pointed at the number of half seven. Earlier than the usual hours they leave.

Time and again Kirana had to return her focus to the path as her mind drifted back. He was determined to leave all his problems at home but failed. The shadow of Tristan who judged him this morning and also the series of events when Silvia was at home again turned around.

Ciiiits! BRACKET!

Kirana is late pulling the brakes when a car speeds up from the opposite direction..His body fell and fell into the street.

"Start!" Only that name was in his mind until it was spoken on his lips.

Kirana tried to stand up but seemed to have sprained her legs. Some people came closer to help them.

"Sir, help my son!" kirana's screams because Mentari was sandwiched between her body and the path of Mentari's Cry made her panic even more.

Kirana no longer thinks about the fate of the bike..He also does not care about the car that had nudged the body of the motor. The car ran away with the owner. All he had in mind was the salvation of the Mentari. There is a big responsibility that he carries over the princess.

A kind person drove them to the hospital. The wounds on his body need treatment. Mentari also experienced blisters in several parts of his body.

Although both wounded, Kirana tried to calm Mentari who was still in shock. The child has not stopped crying, perhaps also because it is holding the pain due to the wound.

"Sorry, I can't wait until it's over because I have to get to the office."

"Oh yes. It's okay, Mum. Thank you so much for helping us. Sorry to bother you."

"It's okay. It just so happens that I was passing by. For motorcycle business will be taken care of my friend. You can ask for his phone number to confirm that it's fixed later."

Kirana also called out a series of numbers. And also his name when the man in the white shirt asked him.

"Previously sorry later the number I give to a friend who will fix the bike Mbak Kirana."

Seeing from the man's attitude, Kirana did not mind. Very polite man. Kiana is very sure her circle of friendship is also a good person.

"Yes, no problem. If you can know your name?" ask Kirana.

"I'm Daniel."

The man then said goodbye. Leaving Kirana and Mentari in the IGD room. Kirana was relieved that their injuries were not too severe. Just a few blisters on the hands and feet. But for Mentari, the wound was something that was a stone to him. Seeing her skin peel off made her cringe.

Kirana doesn't know how to thank a man named Daniel. The man not only helped get her to the hospital. Even all the costs of Kirana's hospital were already borne by him. Even when he got out of the hospital, the man also ordered a taxi to go home. Kirana only hoped that one day she could meet the man to thank him. Since he didn't keep the man's contact number it didn't cross his mind to exchange phone numbers.

"Mother, sick!" Since just crying, Mentari just complained of pain on the way home.

"Yes, Honey. The pain was not long. It'll heal, okay." Kirana clings to Mentari to be calmer.

Kirana's getting upset. How he should account for what happened with Mentari to Tristan. The fear grew even more gripping as taxis began to enter their compound.

With a limp step, Kirana took Mentari. The metalic black sedan car was still parked neatly in the carport showing the owner had not yet left for the office. For a moment Kirana stopped in front of the gate. Gathering the courage to face Tristan.