The Imperfect Eve
Kart (34)
Arsen's Roll Roice-type car driven by Cansu darted quickly, redeeming the streets of Bandung.
Just moments ago, Cansu was caught in a long traffic jam, according to information he received from other riders, there has been an accident involving a two-wheeler with a car that lost control at a red light.
The event is very dear, but want how else, sometimes the disaster comes without being invited what else is planned, all humans can do is tawakkal hopefully the trials that come after each other can add to faith.
Cansu stopped the car he was driving for more than thirty minutes right in front of a minimalist house with a two-story building. There is also a cake shop that looks crowded next to the house with two floors. A middle-aged woman was seen serving shoppers, she thrust a small bag bearing the words Cansu bakery. Without needing to ask again, Arsen already knew that Cansu was taking her to the girl's house. Arsen smiled, he felt special.
Before getting off the car Cansu hurriedly put on his long sleeves, the girl looked worried. He looks scared. Her slender body looked tense.
"This is your house, why do you look worried?" Arsen ventured to ask even though in his heart he knew Cansu would not answer his question willingly.
"The woman..." Cansu pointed towards the middle-aged woman who was smiling facing her customers.
"She's my mother, I'm afraid she's worried that she's looking at my arm that's still wrapped in bandages. To be honest, I want to open it. Unfortunately I couldn't do that when I found out his wound was gonna get infected." Cansu's great-grandson without daring to look at Arsen.
Tin.tin.Tinz.
Cansu honked, he also opened the car glass until it was clear his beautiful face in front of Mang Alik who was in charge of guarding the guard post.
"God willing, is this really non-Cansu?" Mang Alik showed a surprised face considering that the nonanya had never come home since the last three months.
"Ba-good non. Good news, it feels like a dream to meet non-Cansu." Said Mang Alik again, a dozen years of working in the Cansu family made the middle-aged man know his nona soul well. When compared with the Arsenes, Abigail's wealth is nothing.
"Tumben masi bakery is open, is there an important event today?"
"Yes, non. Mr. Mamat, who lives in the next complex, whose son goes to school with non-Cansu, his son is married. Today's Mother flooding the orderan." Mang Alik.
"Alhamdulillah." Cansu said briefly, her beautiful face showing off a smile.
"Oh my goodness, non. Sorry, being happy to meet non Cansu Mamang so forget to open the gate." Celoteh Mang Alik who was greeted by a smile from Cansu.
After opening the gate, Alik's gaze was unintentionally fixed on Arsen who had been sitting quietly since.
"Health?" Cansu pointed at Arsen, staring at Mang Alik's curious face made Cansu guess that the middle-aged man was very curious.
"He's the son of a patient I'm dealing with, he happens to have business in Bandung. So I forced to come with him." Cansu explained in detail, he did not want the slightest misunderstanding to occur.
"Come, come in." Cansu asks Arsen to enter the house. Their arrival was warmly welcomed by family members. Mehek, Mas Bram, Cansu's father immediately greeted at the front door.
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