SECOND MAHLIGAI
Chapter 4 - Broken this is my leg!
A week passed without any strange events like before. Sasi's boxed rice orders began to run well and produce enough. Not in vain - the struggle that drained his strength enough. But with the results that can add to his savings make Sasi very excited. While Aslan who always gives support for the mother makes Sasi never daunted to keep trying and trying.
Today Aslan, who is on school holidays, chose to play bicycle with his friends after this morning finished helping his mother in the kitchen. Sasi who offers Aslan to play at one of the tourist attractions in the middle of the city there refused under the pretext that later will make Sasi tired. Because even though today Sasi holiday still works to earn sustenance as an online motorcycle taxi driver.
“Lan, we play it all the way to the village next to yuk!” bring your friends.
“Ngapain far - far anyway?” ask Aslan.
“Mumpung holiday, all playing on the river there loh!”
Aslan who never played up to the neighboring village thought. Not do not want but he is afraid if too long to play to forget the time and forget the responsibility.
“Piye Lan?” ask his friends.
“Ya wes, come on! but ojo adoh - adoh yo!” (yes already, come on but don't get far ya!”)
“OK!” said friends - excited.
The bike that his mother bought a year ago is slowly following the rhythm of the friends in front of him. The wind blew quite hard, the rice fields were wide open in front of the children - the children made them laugh - forgetting for a moment their fatigue with their routine at school.
Hordes of children aged 8 to 10 years old arrived in an alley into a different village. But before really turning perfectly a car grazed one of the children of the gang.
“Brak”
The bike crashed even dented on its front.
“Yes Allah, Candra!” pekik friends - his friends include Aslan.
They get off their bikes and scatter to help Candra who screams in pain due to a cut on her leg.
The car that accidentally nudged it also stopped its speed. However, for a long time the driver and passengers did not immediately go down. Aslan who was quite furious with the car owner who was slow in being responsible walked a little hasty and banged on the car glass.
“Woi, Sir! out!” aslan exclaimed with great courage.
The driver and passengers lowered the windshield and got out of the car.
“Why?” ask the dashing guy with the appearance of a big boss.
“For so long the descent that my friend helped bring it to the hospital!” aslan.
The innocent man walked towards where the child he was dragging was still lying on the side of the road. People who passed by have also stopped seeing the accident.
The man with his sharp eyes looked around, looking as citizens began to gather one after another. Because it did not want to happen a commotion the man immediately asked the driver to lift the child to be taken to the hospital just with a blink of an eye.
“One of kalia, come with me!” her door.
Aslan who did not think twice if helping people immediately handed his bicycle to one of his friends to take home. While he got into the back seat along with Candra.
“Heart - heart, Lan!” pekik friends - his friends.
“If until 1 o'clock I do not go home do not forget to tell my mother,” Aslan said nod by them.
“Sick Lan, tugel koyo e sikil ku iki!” candra yelled excessively while continuing to groan in pain.
“Hus, ngawur! nak tugel we ora iso ngene iki formke, balungmu wes udar.”
“Emange rope, udar,” Aslan laughed hearing Candra still able to respond to his words in jest.
The man in front was silent - still laughing little heard the babble of the children in the back seat. Had god given just one might have been as great as they were.
“It's here, papah your friend there!” tell that tall and very handsome guy.
“Yeah, Om! Obviously, Om loh car is wrong because it runs too far with such speed. Don't see if the streets in the area are narrow. If Om wants to slip yes kira - kira dong, do not eat shoulder road,” said Aslan did not want to be blamed.
“Hah!”
The man breathed. With a heavy heart the man got out of the car and carried Candra into the ER. His pride is hurt only because of the talk of 8-year-old children who unknowingly teach about how to drive. Even if you want to be blamed why not the new driver who was hired. Why should he.
“What is this, Sir?” ask the doctor who works in the ER.
“Terempet car, he said he broke his leg,” he said without the slightest anxiety.
“Om, don't say so dong!” aslan and Candra's chirping together made the ER doctor close his mouth and hold a laugh.
“Ya already, put it to sleep here only.”
The doctor opened one of the curtains that contained a gurney to put the patient.
The man who owned the luxury car laid Candra with a heart because he saw the intimidating look of Aslan.
“Ya I have checked and clean the wound first yes, Brother same Master can wait outside,” said the doctor.
“Lan, I ojo left!” exciting Candra.
“Ngak what - what, later if here it even bothers,” said the doctor.
“Kui, rungokno!” aslan. Candra who immediately wanted this done finally chose according to be able to quickly return home.
Aslan and the master were out waiting outside the ER room. Aslan who was not so fond of talking to strangers was silent to make the man next to her look in wonder. He who thought Aslan would still grumble instead found the boy sitting like a rock.
Because they do not want to be like hostile people when they do not know each other, the man chose to open a chat.
“What's your name?” tanyakanya. Aslan looked over extending his hand.
The man also welcomed Aslan's hand, “My name is Aslan Agam Mahardika, and Om?”
“Mahardika?” his mind.
“Name Om..”
“Pak, you were called by Doctor.”
The man who had not had the chance to tell his name went into the ER room on the ekori by Aslan behind him.
The blinds opened slowly and the finished Candra was treated.
“How, Doc?” ask the man.
“Nothing is severe, but it may be due to a torn wound as well as the bruising is quite severe it takes a few days for this Sister to rest. Later the Doctor prescribes medicine and Doctor's letter to rest at home first, yes.”
The doctor smiled looking towards Candra and Aslan.
“If you can mail it a week yes, Doc.”
“Enak a week, to make you not school,” sela Aslan makes Candra blush her lips.
While the three adults who were there shook their heads to see the useless debate of the two boys.
