THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

A accident..

Still can't believe it. That was what the now handsome twenty-six-year-old Arjuna felt.

He deliberately went out at night from the stall to find food, but was surprised by the presence of two people he never expected.

Jaka, the cousin and Melati, the widow of the next door who had stolen his attention, are seen walking together. It was not just the two paths that made the man who was familiarly called Juna startled. But the news of the engagement that the cousin will celebrate in the near future is the most surprising news.

Honestly from inside Juna's heart, he was also interested in the shop widow next door. Besides being beautiful, the woman looks awake and independent. That's what makes Juna interested in Melati.

But unfortunately, his steps lost quickly to the cousin, Perjaka. It is undeniable that Jaka is also charming like him. And Jaka also looks more calm than Juna who sometimes like installments. He doesn't want to have to hide his feelings either. Juna did not want a civil war just because of women. Moreover, their extended family had never been involved in a very heavy sibling dispute.

During his life in this small town, Juna chose to live in a kiosk rather than join his uncle, Jaka. Juna who is usually independent feels more comfortable living alone. Moreover, the stall he had rented for two years was two-story and could be lived in.

After getting food and some snacks and drinks, Juna drove his motorbike back to the kiosk. But while on the way home, arrived at being shocked by the sound

Sraakk! Brakk!

In front of his eyes, Juna saw a motor slip and hit a wall on the side of the road. Just contact Juna and some people who saw the incident immediately rushed to intervene to help.

There was a woman who was toppled and caught by a tree on the side of the road.

"Ouch!" Scream the woman.

Luckily the woman was stuck, not carried away by a motor that was destroyed in the front due to collisions with the wall.

"Mba, what's wrong?" Ask one of the residents as soon as they see the condition of women who are grimacing.

"His feet scuffed those blisters. Mending take the hospital right away, hurry!" Say one of the other people.

"But bring what? No cars passing by?" Said another citizen.

"Wear the bike, it looks like it's just a bad foot. Good thing to wear a helmet." Say the other.

"Let me drive him. Please help the girl get on my bike. Let me take him to the hospital." Juna and some of the people who helped him seemed to agree with the man's proposal.

She carried the woman's body and sat her in the back seat and wrapped her hands around Arjuna's waist.

"Mba, can stand the pain for a second, right?" Ask Juna.

"Can, Mas." The woman replied while groaning occasionally.

After feeling ready, Juna immediately drove the woman to a hospital that was close by.

Ten minutes later Juna arrived in the IGD room. Instantly the woman was immediately greeted by several nurses and brought to one of the branches in the room and Juna followed her.

"Mba, whose name is mba? I want to register for administration." Juna asked the woman lying in front of him.

"Wulan, Mas, twenty-five years." The answer.

Juna immediately went to the registration counter. Since there are no other citizens who participate, inevitably Juna acts as his guardian Wulan.

Since then to avoid the police, residents hid the victim's motorbike in one of the residents' homes not far from the scene.

After doing various checks and handling, a few moments later the woman named Wulan was a bit quieter than before.

Luckily, there were no injuries that were too bad. Even the internal injuries were completely undetectable. Only her knees, calves and legs were seen abrasions as Wulan wore a loose, knee-length skirt.

Juna approached a woman named Wulan in her cage.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. No yes too severe, most feet tuh" replied Wulan who occasionally looks grimaced with stinging.

"Thank God, which house? Can I contact my family?" Ask Juna.

"I'm from the next town, Mas. Did you bring a bag, me?" Answer Wulan.

"What's? The bags?" Juna asked in surprise and the woman nodded.

"No. I didn't bring anything, Mba. You see, I and the other residents were panicking, so just bring Wulan back here." Juna Terang.

"Ouch! How can I contact my family, Mas?" Wulan and Juna were confused.

"How do my bikes go?" Ask Wulan again.

"What must have been destroyed in front of him, Mba. Probably still on the scene. Mba do not think too much about the motor first. Mending Mba Wulan figure out how to tell the family, Mba." Juna's.

"Yes I'm confused, Mas. My cell phone guy's in the bag. I don't remember any of my family's "Sweetnya numbers

"Geez!" Pekik Juna couldn't believe it.

"In this area, Mba no acquaintance? let me come later?" Ask Juna again.

"Nothing, Mom, this is just me on my way home" Wulan replied, further frustrating.

"Ouch! How do you contact your family, Mba? They can worry." Complain Juna.

"Yes already, Mas. I'm staying okay. Let me find a way myself." Wulan Reply.

"Okay, Mba. Don't make a shit. Look how you are, Mba. While it's also the night that I'm here as the temporary guardian in charge. If I go, can you stop? this is how you can actually go home." Said Juna who seemed increasingly frustrated

"Keep how, Mas? Everyone's all my stuff in that bag."

"Yes already. I tried asking at the scene. Who knows if your bag is safe." Juna.

"alright. Sorry, Mom." Said Wulan feeling bad.

Juna immediately got out of the hospital and rushed to the scene.

Vaaogb. After a few minutes of searching and asking. No one around saw a bag around the scene. The citizens only showed the existence of Wulan's motorbike.

Juna returned to the hospital empty-handed.

"Your bags are not found, Mba." Juna said as soon as he came back to the Wulan brangkar.

"Well? How can?" Wulan asked in surprise.

"Yes can. Many people like to take advantage of a disaster." Juna Terang.

"Keep me how?" Ask Wulan. Between panic and confusion, that was what he was feeling right now. So does Juna.

"Here you go, Mba Wulan come home to me first, how?"

"What!"

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