LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 142

That morning the label van, stopping to refuel at one of the refueling stations, before driving Anang to the event held in the city.

"I'll go to the toilet first! You're not coming down?" santi asked, who was already standing at the door of the van, which was already open, and was getting ready to get off the vehicle.

Anang who had just woken up from his sleep, then came down from the van, while half-running after Santi who had walked away.

Santi walked to one side outside the building, while Anang who almost followed Santi, immediately stopped Santi steps, until it stopped suddenly.

"Here for the girls! But for men, it's right over there!" said Santi.

Santi pointed at the signboard hanging on the wall, above Anang's head.

Anang then turned around, and walked towards the direction that Santi pointed.

Her bladder full, had to be emptied, all washing her face even if it was just that.

After all, usually Anang take a shower and clean up, later when they are already at the event venue.

When Anang came out of the man's toilet, Anang looked around, but Santi was nowhere to be seen, while their van was done refueling, and waiting not far from the refueling device.

Anang who suspected that Santi had returned to the van, then began to walk to the vehicle.

With a distance still quite far from the parked van, a loud impact sound, sound deafening Anang, in the silence of that morning.

Whether there was a problem, a four-wheeled vehicle, which Anang had seen, was walking into the refueling area, instead of slowing down the speed of the vehicle, even increasing its speed suddenly.

The semi-truck car, crashing into the back of the van, moved slightly forward from where it started.

Half-run, Anang headed to where their van was parked.

Anang is worried, just in case something happens with Santi who may have been in the van.

Hurriedly Anang opened the door of the van, while searching for Santi's whereabouts in it, regardless of the van driver who was busy outside, checking for damage to the vehicle.

Anang was still panicking, got out of the van, and saw Santi standing, staring at the back of their vehicle.

Without warning, Anang hugged Santi tightly.

"I thought you were in there earlier." said Anang slowly.

"Hm... I was still in the toilet" said Santi.

Anang took off his embrace from Santi, then came to see their ride.

The damage is pretty bad.

The back of the van, until the distressed dent goes deep enough.

Anang saw the car that hit, also suffered severe damage.

The vehicle's engine hood was lifted, with the front severely shuffled, and it emitted white smoke from the engine part, which billowed into the air.

The person driving the car got out of the car slowly.

Anang saw the driver of the car, an elderly man seemed to stagger, with blood flowing from his temple.

Quickly, Anang approached the old man, and helped him sit near the refueling device.

Santi also approached the man, and spoke to him.

"Say, he stepped on the pedal wrong." chirped Santi, who helped wipe the blood on the face of the old man.

Santi then spoke to one of the people, who was standing near them.

"I've asked people to call the emergency number" Santi said.

"If you have to age like this, there is no need to drive yourself," continued Santi, while still wiping the blood on the man's face, using a tissue sheet.

Anang who held the man, so as not to fall, and could remain seated, only fell silent to hear Santi's words.

Wasn't there any family who could help us?

Or is this old man stubborn enough to drive himself?

Not long after, the sound of siren ambulance echoed from a distance, as Anang and Santi were still guarding the old man.

When the man was put into the ambulance, Anang and Santi went to the van driver, who was waiting for them.

Santi is seen talking to the driver for a while, then invites Anang back into the van.

"Come on! We have to go now! You'll be late for the event!" said Santi, while pulling Anang's hand.

Their vehicle then walked away, from the refueling site.

"There is no age limit for driving?" ask Anang.

"lack of knowing... It's just that, when I came here the first time, it was also confused, seeing people who were old like that, still driving on the street," said Santi.

"If said one of my friends, here is indeed most of his children are not too willing, or do not have time to pay attention to his parents," continued Santi.

"Can't you?" asked Anang astonished.

"Can! The average child will be out of the house, then live apart from his parents at the age of nine dozen years, since they entered college," said Santi.

"But they can't check on their parents at all?" asked Anang who was still curious.

Santi looked at Anang fixedly, with a flat face.

"You can't match the custom in our country." said Santi while pinning Anang's nose, on the sidelines of both fingers.

"If here, people who are elderly, even most are put into nursing homes, and instead of living with their children again,"

Anang was confused by Santi's words.

"So since he got out of the house, his children have no responsibility to look after their parents anymore?" ask Anang.

"Yes! His parents also can not force to live with his children, even though they want, unless his children invite them to live together" said Santi.

It is appropriate, if like the old man who despite his old age, still have to drive his own vehicle.

Anang shook his head.

"Didn't his kids feel sorry for his parents?!" chirps Anang.

"Don't think too much...!" sahut Santi's.

"The first time I lived in this country, I was confused...

I often see in the news, if there are parents who died in his house, without anyone knowing, to the point that the corpse has rotted," he continued.

"There was even one of my acquaintances when I was in college, who found the body of his mother living in the bones...

Because he never checked his condition, citing busy college while working," said Santi again.

Not play.

It feels though busy working or whatever it is, it is still not natural to not find out the news of parents themselves.

"That's a habit for people here?" ask Anang.

Santi took a long breath.

"Darling...! I didn't know it was a habit or a nggaknya, just because of the frequency of such events, so I no longer feel surprised," said Santi, then hugged Anang tightly.

"Hopefully, our children will not be like that." continued Santi, then laughed.