Drain Separator
Saras Maulida Brosman's

Saras seemed to hurry and packed some books into his bag, and rushed out of the room and visited his mother who was having breakfast.

Mama Ainun, Ainun Ansari is a specialist in one of the famous hospitals in the city. Papa Isman, Isman Amirullah Brosman is a Rector at the State University in their City as well.

Saras Maulida is the only daughter of Isman and Ainun. Saras is a very beautiful girl, with straight black hair, fair yellow skin and two dimples that add to her beauty. The tall slender posture inherited from his father, as well as the beauty he had inherited from his mother. It is natural that he became the target of the adamites, especially with his gentle, motherly and graceful nature.

This morning, Saras wore a long black skirt with cream-colored tops, heels that matched the skirt she was wearing. The girl looks elegant and feminine, because her beauty seems - if any clothes she wears always look right and suitable for her.

Good morning, pah! he said, pulling up a chair for him to sit down.

Good mornin. Ainun and Isman answered simultaneously.

What breakfast would you like? Do you want fried rice or bread? Ask Ainun who was already holding the plate for Saras.

Saras shook his head. "Hhmmm. I think Saras breakfast with bread. "

Wh why? Ainun scrunched his forehead. Isman, who was eating his breakfast, looked up and stared at Saras.

"Saras buru-buru mah, fearing that the fried rice breakfast, Saras will be late to campus". He said then grabbed the bread in front of him and smeared it with his favorite srika slai. Ainun then put back the plate he had taken for Saras which he was about to fill with fried rice.

What's the business in the campus, Ras? Isman asked while scooping the fried rice into his mouth.

Today there is an exhibition activity held by our faculty, this is also for the promotion of our majors. Perhaps with this event, many are interested in majoring in education. Moreover, Saras was elected as the chairman of the event. Saras does not feel good with children if they arrive there too late.

Isman nodded in understanding, he would certainly understand because he was a Rector. Saras is indeed an outstanding student in his campus, currently Saras majored in education. Though Ainun really wanted his only daughter to follow his steps to become a doctor. But somehow Saras really wanted to be a teacher. Ainun did not impose his will on Saras, nor did Isman. They fully believed in the decision and the path chosen by their daughter.

Eat quietly, do not rush, you will choke. Isman.

Saras nodded - nodding his head, then looking towards the clock that was coiled around his wrist. Now the time has shown at 06.45 am, while he must arrive at the campus hall 07.30. He widened his eyes as he stood up from his chair. Saras devoured the remaining bread quickly and grabbed the glass of milk that Ainun had prepared, then gulped it down with no rest.

Mah, Dad. Saras leaving well? He walked across the dining table to bake and kiss Ainun and Isman's hands. Then he walked in hasty steps from the dining table.

Should you be in between papah, Saras? Isn't it faster than having to wait for the angkot, not to mention the number of passengers who go up and down. You can - you'll be late. Ainun cried out to Saras who had sailed away.

Saras then turned his body which was at the door of the house. "No need to mah, pity papah later must be far - far turn around and papa can also be late to campus if you have to drive me." His leg then ran away.

Ainun and Isman shook their heads while sighing at their daughter who had always felt that she would be damning to them.

Saras was deliberately not studying at the University whose papa led. He prefers to study at another University and live more independently even though he was born from a fairly well-to-do family, more - more he is an only child of his parents. After all, the direction of the University is different from the University of his father. For this reason Saras always refused if asked by his father to drive him. He didn't want to trouble his papa. From the beginning he always tried to be more independent and do something without having to bother his parents.

Saras is also more comfortable riding angkot, let alone this angkot has become his lasting from he is still a High School. Coincidentally the direction of the school was still the same as the direction of the campus. Though in his home there is a car that Isman deliberately bought for the transportation of his only puppet princess. Even Saras is also good at driving it but he is reluctant to take it and prefers to ride the angkot.

Good morning, non Saras? Said Didit who was dismissing his angkot.

Good morning sir! Saras replied as he ascended into the angkot. He sat right behind Didit. Seemed in the angkot is almost full by school children.

Sir, Saras today there is activity in the campus, Saras must arrive there before the hour. 07.30.

Ready non Saras. Answer Didit.

Didit who already understood the meaning of Saras' speech immediately planted gas to deliver loyal customers on time.

After arriving in front of the campus gate, Saras came down from the angkot and gave his fare to Mr. Didit.

"This sir, thank you for taking Saras on time." He smiled widely.

Didit widened his eyes looking at the money given by Saras. "Non, this is a lot of. even this can already cost non Saras for the next two weeks."

"Take it sir, Saras knows you need more money now" Saras replied sincerely.

"Thank you so much non, non Saras always help me. I could not repay all the kindness that non-Saras had given me. " Didit's eyes were glazed with glass when he remembered Saras' help to him.

Saras smiled and entered the campus. Didit is again requires the cost of treatment for his wife who is sick - sick. Therefore, Saras always gave more money to Didit. After Saras entered the campus area, Didit plugged his gas back to take his passengers.

Saras ran towards the Hall because he was afraid of being late, but suddenly there was a red sport bike that flashed to make himself fall due to being hit.

Bruugggg...

Gosh darn.. Wawat!!! The man panicked.

Auh.. Saras grimaced in pain, seeing his elbow and his right knee hurt and bleeding.

Hey you got eyes, right? when you don't see any vehicles passing by. You want to kill yourself, anyways kill yourself. Suicide in a tall building or begged there. It's a good thing you weren't seriously hurt, otherwise I would be blamed for your carelessness. The man was upset.

Hearing the man's ravings, Saras looked up and looked at the man with a sad face enduring the pain. He admitted that this was indeed his mistake that was not heart-hearted.

Yes, ma. I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. The answer is brick. Then he tried to endure the pain in his leg and swiftly stood up and picked up his book which was scattered.

Daren or the impactor man was surprised to see the girl in pain in front of him. Because Daren immediately fell in love when he saw the face of the girl who was very beautiful. He was not even able to say a word after the beautiful girl he accidentally hit apologized to him. His eyes widened looking at the girl, his face flushed red but covered by the head protection he was wearing.

Saras shook his head, he looked confused to see the man who hit him arrived - suddenly silent stiff for no reason. Considering he was hunting, he stood up and grabbed his bag that was still lying beside him with full pain. Then he sauntered away leaving the strange man who had hit him with a limp step without any words.