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Hit-and-run

After the meeting, Pearl returned through her daily routine. Pearls live their days with always vigor, and are tireless. Every two o'clock in the morning, he wakes up to pray at night, then at half-time three, he goes to the market to start his work, until seven in the morning. After that he went to college, for college whose time is uncertain. Sometimes only half a day, sometimes even in the afternoon. An enterprising child pearl, she is a budikmisi student, at a state university in a town quite far from her hometown. He took the faculty of education, precisely the PGPAUD program.

That night, Mutiara had finished doing her job in the form of PPT which she would present tomorrow morning. He has prepared all the material ingredients carefully, because tomorrow morning he must be a percentage at the first hour, with the lecturer who is the most delicious killer.

"Alhamdulillah, done. Okay, tomorrow I'm ready for the presentation, bismillah, hopefully the results are satisfactory. I'm sure, at least my grades later, won't disappoint." muttered Pearl as she imagined herself standing before her friends who would be judged by the eagle-eyed killer lecturer.

"Hm. if ngingetin the eagle's eyes, so whistle this is mental. But, for the sake of maintaining this scholarship, I have to be brave, have to be able to, must be maximal" he said again while holding tightly to his hardfile paper.

In addition to preparing material materials, she also prepared appropriate clothes for the percentage tomorrow morning, ranging from skirts, tunics and hijab. Then he took a break, to welcome tomorrow.

As usual, Mutiara came home from the market at seven in the morning, and went back to his boarding house first to bathe and change clothes, after dabbling with the daily staples of the kitchen.

He was ready to leave, exactly eight in the morning, although the lecture entrance hour was nine, but it had become Pearl's principle if he wanted to make a presentation he should be able to leave early.

"Bismillah tawakaltu 'alallahi laahaula walaquwwata illabillah" he said while his favorite motorcycle nyeyater.

Pearl also did his motorcycle through the road usually, but he remembered something. His gasoline was already depleted, which he had to go to the gas station first, despite having to pass another road. He also decided to pass through a deserted road, in the area behind ellite housing in his city, so as not to get stuck in traffic.

Ciii, brush....

Suddenly there was an accident, right in front of him, but still far from his reach, a big motor that had overtaken him, grazing a middle-aged mother. However, when Pearl was aware of the incident, the big motor was immediately speeding away leaving the helpless mothers. Pearl increased the speed of the motor, with the intention of chasing the motor that had hit the mother, but when he reached the place where the poor mother lay full of blood, Pearl undo diti to pursue something unreachable. He preferred to stop his motorbike at any place, helping the poor mother, because the road was quiet, there were only a few people around the street who ran towards the victim hit and run in front of him. The pearl immediately grabbed the victim's head.

"Astaghfirullah's. Ma'am, God, there is so much blood. Help me!!! Help!!!" scream Pearl.

Some residents around swarmed him, but did not dare to take action.

"Sir, please find a car to take this mother to the house" said Pearl panicked.

"Well" said one of the residents, who immediately stood looking for help.

While panicking, suddenly a white avansa car passed the road, which was then blocked by residents who had tried to find a car.

"Sir, sir. Justjust please. There was a hit-and-run victim" the father said.

"Innalallahi. Yes sir. Please lift it to my car. It just so happens that I also work at RSUD" said the man who owns the car.

"Sir, there's a car. Let us lift mbak." said the fathers of the surrounding residents.

"Good sir. Thank you." said Pearl still in her panic. The clothes are no longer ignored, if some point exposed to blood stains from the victim.

As Pearl follows the victim who is lifted towards the car,

"Tiara?" greet someone whose voice is familiar to Pearls. He turned to the source of the voice.

"Mas Dzen?" The pearls looked surprised.

"This, who's Tiara?" dzen asked the hit-and-run victim.

"I don't know the mas. This was me passing by, this mother was hit by a big motorbike, but that crashed directly away, no responsibility." explained Mutiara.

"Astaghfirullah's. Yes, now you come with me. You take care of this mother." said Dzen as he walked towards the wheel.

"But I brought a motorcycle mas" said Mutiara.

"Yes" said Pearl.

"Let the bike in my shop mbak, I secure it" said the father who had stopped the car.

"Oh, yes sir. Thanks sir. I put my bike on" said Mutiara.

"Yes" replied the father.

The pearl sat in the passenger seat hugging the victim's body. Dzen was driving at a pretty decent speed, to get to the location immediately.

"Tiara, isn't his blood?" ask Dzen.

"A lot of mas. I clean it with my knife" said Pearl.

"On the back there is a medicine box, you can take a bandage there to cover the wound, so that the blood does not come out continuously" said Dzen directed.

"Yes, um." Mutiarapun follow Dzen's orders.

"Mas, a little spiffy huh" said Pearl.

"Yes. Did he faint?" ask Dzen.

"Yes, it was right at the location, just wait for the car" said Mutiara.

"okkey. Just be patient."

Dzen also called the hospital to prepare a place for the patient he brought. then Dzen drove his car, until he reached RSUD.

Arriving at the location, Mutiara took the victim to the IGD room.

"Tiara, you wait here first yes, until there is a family of victims who come" said Dzen.

"Yes" said Pearl.

Dzen immediately entered the IGD room and put on his doctor's suit. While Pearl outside was questioned by the nurse registration section.

"Sorry, what's the patient's name?" ask officer.

"I don't know sus. I was just a person who happened to pass by, and helped her" Pearl said.

"Oh, fine. Any patient belongings taken? Like an identification? Let us call his family." asked the officer again.

"Well, I don't know either. Yesterday, right in the car I was looking for identification marks, but there was no sus" said Mutiara.

"Oh, yes well, I can't wait there, thank you" said the registrar was friendly.

"Yes" replied Pearl.

As he sat down, the new Pearl realized that this morning he had a percentage. He looked at the wall clock attached to the IGD room. It's 8:45, and then he's looking for his bag, he just realized, that his bag containing presentation material is all in his car Dzen. Likewise with his cell phone, so he can not contact his friends on campus.