Trapped in Love Sikumbang Night

Part_36 Traditional Massage

"The accident, Neng. He said it was a motorbike stamp," Bi Lisa replied in a panic.

"Geez, how's it going, Bi?" ask Dara a little pity.

"Ga tau, Neng. That word was ngabarin. Still taken care of by the crashing ma," explained Bi Lisa.

"You're home, yeah. Let me catch Mang Tomang first!" order Arkan while riding the duck bike that Bi Lisa brought earlier.

"Be careful, Jun!"

"Yes, don't go anywhere without my permission!"

"Okay, at most Bi Lisa's house."

Pretty quickly Arkan rode his motorcycle, he arrived at the Market. Arkan saw many people crowding the side of the road.

Arkan immediately checked and saw Mang Tomang sprawled. There is even a dispute between residents demanding the responsibility of the motor driver.

"I don't want to know if you have to treat Mr. Tomang immediately, see his leg is badly injured!" amuk Pak Dimun pointed at Mr. Tomang's feet. Possibly a broken bone.

Mr. Dimun one of the residents of Pak Tomang's contract. Because of the kindness of Mr. Tomang all the occupants of the contract are so reluctant.

"Yes, yeah. But I have no problem having money, sir. It must have cost quite a lot what else my son is dying in the hospital," replied the man.

"Eat the tea maneh if you bring the motor slowly. Can bahayaken batur mon lives keskitu mah (Everything if you take a motor slowly can endanger the lives of others then that's the way)." Oceh is another.

The man cried bitterly, He rested at the feet of Mang Tomang. "I'm sorry, sir. I was in a hurry to hear my son had a seizure in the hospital. I beg for mercy, Father. I was thinking about my daughter's expenses" said the man, clenching his hands.

Arkan was sliced to see it, He could not bear the father's sorrow. But he could not have defended because the Father had wounded Mang Tomang.

Mang Tomang still grimaced holding his leg. It is likely that his leg suffered a fracture due to a slight shift from its place.

"No need, just take me to the masseuse. The village here still believes the same traditional medicine, Jun," Mang Tomang replied.

"Yes, let's go. Just take care of your daughter. After that we talk about it carefully," said Arkan did not want the problem to increase runyam.

"Ehk, but don't run away. You still have to be responsible. Where is your motor letter and ID as collateral?" pinta Pak Dimun nyalang while glaring sharply.

The man took what Mr. Dimun asked from the trunk of his motorbike. "This, sir," said the man handed it all over without thinking again.

Mr. Dimun nodded.

"You live in the village next door apparently, Okay you just bring the ID card who knows it is important but the motor letter will return after our business is finished," said Mr. Dimun.

"Good, Sir. Thanks."

That guy left them. The thought of being upset makes it add to the burden of trouble.

While Mang Tomang brought Arkan and Mr. Dimun to a traditional incandescent. That's where Mang Tomang got his handling.

The clement!

The sound of Mang Tomang's bones sounded loud in a loud pull by the masseuse.

"Yes...!" Mang Tomang screamed. It must have been very painful.

Arkan simply clenched his teeth, horrified to see what was in front of his eyes.

Does it not aggravate the condition of Mang Tomang's legs?...