Last Trust
episode 9

still pov Lutfi

I had just locked the door of my room when my mother suddenly knocked on the door in a hurried tone, I opened the door, and her normally calm face, looked anxious.

" Kiddo, immediately after Mr. Tarjo at the health center, he hit the girls" he said in a panic.

My eyes opened after hearing my mother's words.

Without saying another word I turned around and immediately picked up my jacket as well as my motor contact.

" Don't get emotional, son,.....! " the message to me, but I didn't hear it completely, it was because my hasty steps wanted to get to the health center immediately, I'm not out of thought, I'm not out of thought,

" can the old man usually see no one?"

"do not-don't he sleepy?, all night is not wrong schedule Pak Tarjo watch patrol in his village!"

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" ck...why go to work if sleepy, nyusahin.." decakku upset, while speeding towards the puskesmas.

Not until half an hour, I had parked my motorcycle _and immediately met Mr. Tarjo, _who was in front of the room "registration and administration" puskesmas . while sitting down and bowed sluggishly, he said, The old man seemed uninspired, yes.this is the first time for him_ to experience this work disaster, for 20 years working with our family, it is not usual for him to drive to hit people, it is not unusual for him to drive to hit people, because as far as I am and very sure, Mr. Tarjo his people are always careful in doing his work.

"Ehm..I doubt, do not be wrong not Tarjo sir, but his victim. "was terbesit thought by me of it.

" Den Lutfi, "sapanya, standing up as I walked forward towards her.

" What happened sir? " my question then, I want to know the story directly from the mouth of Mr. Tarjo.

" I don't see if there is a motorcycle turn, all happened so quickly, but the father had sounded the horn before, it seems the biker was in a hurry, suddenly appeared in front of the father's car. " tell Mr. Tarjo to explain this incident.

I saw the look of fear and anxiety on his old face, his wrinkled skin wrinkled a bit deeply. Maybe he was worried, afraid if what happened to his victims, for example, until he died.

" But he's not bad, is he? " i asked about the state of the victim, inevitably ended up a little affected and felt a sense of worry too.

"...ah. But.. however, he who accompanies the car is not the one who rides the motorcycle." I just bathe, because I do not want to blame him, who may not be entirely at fault in the event of this accident.

Mr. Tarjo just kept quiet, like a daze, this old man.ah.why did I become sensitive to him already 5 years ago and this is the first time I feel pity for him.

I remember how you used to scold him, because you never managed to pick me up.

" Relax sir, will I take care of it, now where are the victims? " so I continued, trying to make Mr. Tarjo unencumbered, as I patted slowly the back of the old man who has devoted his life 20 years in our family.

" It's right there Den"his index finger and his face point to the patient's room, which will arrive just by swinging his legs a little turn from where we are. I immediately visited the room ,and Mr. Tarjo followed in my footsteps behind me, but it turned out that the room was empty.

" you know, you can, the girl fainted, just half an hour ago Den, "he shouted, it was clear that Mr. Tarjo was surprised, let alone me , seeing the patient's room empty, there was not a single patient there.

As soon as I took the initiative to run towards the entrance, intending to chase after him, perhaps the victim could be met before far away, at least I wanted to see how severe the wound was, and also apologize for this incident, he said, because I want everything to be done without leaving a mark, however, we must be responsible if there is anything with the victim.

I managed to see him, but late to meet him, the patient had just sped out through the gate.the figure of the hijab woman, drove quite fast riding a motorcycle.

Sontak,

" He's a girl sir? "my words, asked spontaneously, with a feeling of arrogance and wonder,

"what's that girl doing, isn't she in any pain? " my mind is mixed, between admiration and emotion.

" Yes..". "followed by Mr. Tarjo who was late to understand, he seemed to be astonished by the reality that he saw now.

" Why he did not just die, sir, brandal tuh chick, belagu" caci maki me because it was so upset.

" HUzz... " Pak Tarjo broke me because of the words I said.

Then I sighed, realizing the mistake,

" I'm sorry, sir,... "

" Istighfar Den's... "

I looked at Mr. Tarjo, I found it difficult to take Tarjo's advice to say what he said "Istighfar"

" Already sir, do not need to be discussed" I said, because I was lazy to continue it, which could have been the end of telling me to repent, this is what... tired of all that" my mind that now worsens my mood that was already bad.

" Yet you haven't paid Den" replied Mr. Tarjo a little awkward.

I immediately took my wallet out of the back pocket of the jeans I was wearing, and took out one ATM card . I went to see the administration officer behind this puskesmas service room.

I talked a little with the officer, asking how bad the wound was, so that the victim could just run away.

" It's not bad enough sir, but it looks like the wound on his leg is quite serious if not treated immediately earlier"

" Why can you just run away, why is the security here weak?, is there no security guard?" I say a spicy word that criticizes the security of this puskesmas, I intentionally and indeed I do not like.

The two officers were silent, looking at me, their faces reddened. Bodoamat I don't care, I'm not afraid.wisdom here needs criticism.

" It just so happens that the security guard is on leave today, we apologize for our negligence" replied one officer with a stern face.

how strong is the victim, is she a girl, right? " ask a little chatty, because of my curiosity.

" We really couldn't have expected that to happen, sorry for our carelessness" the clerk politely apologized to me, the important thing is that the business is done now.Bathin I feel relieved about this.

I just passed by when I got my ATM card back.

" Go home, sir, the problem is over! " i told Mr. Tarjo to go home.

" Tell me mom, don't think "then I'll start driving my bike.

" Good Den" replied Mr. Tarjo, then the old man got into our catering car.

" Aden did not come home " shouted Mr. Tarjo when I drove the bike in the opposite direction to him.

" To the campus "I answered lightly in passing.

*****

pov Hyla's

"It felt like my head was so dizzy, was I able to drive up to campus." I moaned when I had just traveled half the way from the puskesmas to campus, feeling pain all over my body now_ due to the accident earlier. Supposedly, I was still in the health center just now, but.I don't want to skip college, anyways this task is hard for me to do, I do, I don't want to get a D value until I'm late to collect it. I ..still with my stubbornness....

I forced myself to stay strong and strong, I tried to hold on, until I finally arrived safely at the college. Although after my first lecture hour was over, I immediately went to the campus health care unit, I felt I could not bear with the dizziness and pain in my ankle, did I sprained?...

" Hyla... Why are you?, "Rizky, my friend from school who also went to college and took the same subjects as me_ asked when I took the bag .

I did not answer the question, because this dizziness in my head was so very stabbing to me, as if.....

***

"don't you hold that trust!"...

it was as if the voice was screaming to remind me, a message from my guidance teacher at that time. Then another voice resounded loudly afterward, replacing the voice of my guide I heard earlier. The voice was filled with sadness as well as regret, his tone whimpering pleading with me.

" Please Mr. Son,...You are sad here, please save your son.... "

Ah. is this not a voice that has disturbed me every night, why, why, why this voice yells again at me. when these two days the voice no longer bothers me, the voice of Mr. Burhan... siska's mother's husband has died.

I darted looking for the source of the sound, my heart pounded very hard and tight, sweat suddenly sprung up in an instant wetted all over my body, I was afraid but I also wanted to meet him, he said, I want to be frank that I will not be able to carry out his trust, yes.

I ran I was looking for her figure, but I couldn't find her anywhere..

" sir... Mr. . , where are you. I'm sorry sir, I failed... I am ... I am afraid of my father.... "

My tears are now pouring down, I feel sad and guilty, but I don't know what way I have to persuade his son to migrate to pray for his parents, willing to serve to make him calm in his grave.

Suddenly appeared before me, the person who had been making me desperate, and guilty, making me weak as if only faced with her I was helpless, helpless, it was as if those eyes had killed me.

"Hey....!! " the voice of this barithon....

I realized and immediately faced the figure that became a scourge for me...

" Lutfi? "..

(connect)