Simiskin And Rich Woman

apprehensive

As the saying goes, if you like women, something you do will be easy if it comes to fun for them, maybe you make money for friends, it will be a little difficult, but if for your partner you seem like a person who has a lot of money and agree to all his invitations if he invites you to a place to eat or play. Love is blind and deaf but in fact all turn to the creator thanks to his grace we can feel the pleasure even the intangible pain of the heart.

"Mary" I said in my heart, while running towards the crowd that Mr. Anton had said.

For some reason my heart immediately called the name of Mary, is that a sign?.

Maybe, indeed I am very innocent in love and a little heart involvement I consider love, stupid yes I am a poor man still dare to love a rich woman.

When I barged in the crowd, it was true that maria was lying down and the driver was already holding a wound that made maria's blood splash due to being hit by an irresponsible car.

"Let's take him to the hospital quickly" I said to solve the driver's worries.

"Come on, son" he answered.

Before long I, the driver and some other people began to lift the maria and then brought to the car that maria brought earlier, because if waiting for an ambulance might be a little long, it will be a little, the blood of Mary continues to pour. As I carried her my heart was pounding with worry and uneasiness about the maria who had run out of blood and was unconscious, when she was put in the driver's car, I quickly told him to take him to the hospital sardjito.

"Wow, the streets are crowded again .." I said.

I did not linger long immediately borrow Pak anton's motorbike and drive a car that carries maria to the quiet malioboro gang.

When it looks a bit lonely I immediately code the driver to quickly bring the car, and I live my nomro if he feels confused to the hospital sardjito.

I was daydreaming and scared, the fear confused me and decided I was lucky to go home earlier than usual.

"Sir I go home first yes" I told mr. Jono.

"Lo kok tumben cepet," replied jono who looked at me with a serious look and then agreed, maybe he understood what I felt now.

"Son," said my mother as she knocked on the door.

"Mom" answered me, hurrying to open the door for my mother.

"Why are you, son, why are the tumbens coming home at 8?"

usually I come home at 10 pm even more if the visitors are crowded malioboro.

"No papa kok ma'am" I replied, closing my eyes.

"same story mom to son" said my mother while massaging my legs.

"So it was a mishap ma'am!" my answer.

"who was the accident?" my mother asked me again.

"Maria ma'am, the transfer student from the lampung sitting next to Posa."

"it's been quiet, don't mind your friend, tomorrow go to the hospital with your other friends." my mother calmed me down.

I also began to feel calm, although there was still a little concern in my heart about the condition of Mary. But his words did calm me down in everything I feared.

"Sleeping, mother also wants to go straight to sleep," said my mother while covering my body with a blanket.

soon I heard the door close and I unconsciously fell asleep.