Humaira
Chapter 3 anger

That afternoon the Cipularang toll on the vehicle. Not creeping but really stopping. Mr. Husein tried to take the left lane before it completely stopped. Mr. Hussein looks tired. But trying to stay awake. He tried to divert his fatigue by drinking mineral water and chewing sweets.

"It looks like there was an accident ... " Hussein tried to guess.

"Try to find information on the radio, sir" Mr. Gandi asked Mr. Hussein to find information about the congestion that occurred in the Cipularang toll. Mr. Husein complied with Mr. Gandi's request.

Mr. Gandhi was impatient. He was trying to find the information on the radio. A few minutes later there was information from a radio that explained there was a single accident. A truck rolled over and crossed in the middle of the road.

The view in front was blocked by several buses. The distance is not so far. Slowly the vehicle began to move forward. There is room to move forward. Mr. Aaron tried to shift forward.

Only a few meters back stopped. Mr. Gandhi went down to see the situation.

Some people got out of the car. Doing the same with Mr. Gandhi.

Not far from Mr. Husein's car, seen Syafira and his mother out of a silver car. They're heading to the side of the road. Mr. Hussein saw it. He got out of his car too. Hussein tried to approach them.

"Where are you and Shafira going?" tanyakanya.

"Eh sir Hussein. Usual nih mama, already can not stand it he said" Syafira rather shocked called Mr. Hussein. Her mother Syafira smiled shyly. He pinched Syafira's arm.

"May ...." His eyes are a bit glaring.

"Don't do it, mama's shy"

Syafira nodded, aware that she was wrong. Without saying goodbye he immediately invited his mother to find a safe location.

"Yes sir" they both headed for the bushes on the edge of the toll. The location is a bit down and slippery.

The truck that rolled over has not yet been moved. There are no officers. I don't know the driver and the conductor. No one dared to come closer. Mr. Gandhi is invisible. Mr. Husein who was still standing on the side of the car was looking for him.

Those in the car are engrossed in their own activities. Mr. Husein leaned against the left car door. His right hand held a prayer bead, reciting. The habit is always done there or no prayer beads. The tasbih was a gift from ustadz Rojali. Today it feels so long. He wants to get home soon. I don't know why he feels different today.

His eyes continue to look for the figure of Mr. Gandi. Without realizing Mr. Husein, Mr. Gandi is already standing behind him. Mr. Hussein was still looking ahead.

"See who sir?" Mr. Gsndi's voice shocked him. While Istighfar he looked back. Trying to hide his surprise with a smile.

"Finding pak Gandi" he answered briefly. His fingers kept turning the seeds of prayer beads and recitation.

They then drifted into the chatter. Occasionally Mr. Gandi soaked his throat with a mouthful of mineral water from a bottle he held.

Suddenly people screamed. Someone is crying. Many people are lying. The cars are ringsek, destroyed. Some are even full or half. Blood splattered. Mr. Aaron saw Syafira and his mother. Panicked. My mother ran to the car.

"Alhamdulillah, they survived" Mr. Husein was grateful that the Syafira family survived. It happened so suddenly. Mr. Aaron himself did not see the truck coming and hit the cars that were queuing up.

Mr. Aaron saw Syafira crying. I don't know who he's crying for. He kneels. Syafira called the name of the body that was covered with blood. Is that the papa?

Mr. Aaron tried to take a closer look. The man Syafira was crying over was wearing a casual blue T-shirt. On the man's finger was tucked in a prayer beads.