Not my Man
Terrifying News
Amidst the thunder and thunder, Nindy again asked in a soft voice.
"Babe, where are we going?"
"You have to take responsibility for this incident" he said, glancing at his wife.
"You mean?" Looks very confused about the woman, "don't you tell me you want to hand me over to the police?" he nodded with anxiety.
"We're looking for the man to the nearest hospital, we're giving his family understanding. If necessary we give allowance for this event," said Hardy firmly.
This man is known to be very responsible, let alone this small and trivial thing he did it wholeheartedly never he ignored the rights and obligations he had to do. It is either at home or in the office where he works.
Range Rover drove very fast to defend the crowds of the streets, every hospital they entered to look for the whereabouts of Azmi—people who were hit by the wife.
"Our 3 hospitals are approaching, but the person you hit doesn't exist. What if he—" Hardy hangs his words out of worry.
Nindy looks dumbfounded. In that fear, Nindy cried again. First, he was obviously afraid if something bad happened to that person. If that happens, Nindy will be haunted by regret for the rest of her life.
"Darling, I don't want to go to jail." He repeated that sentence over and over again.
If Nindy's hair could talk, maybe it would scream.
Rain was still falling in the sky along with a rumble that seemed to silence Nindy's terrified scream.
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Behind a warm blanket, in a place of yellowish light from a sleeping lamp stuck to the wall. Rahma pegged the bright faces of her husband and children on a photograph they took 2 years ago.
the woman saw the faces of three people who were very meaningful in her life, suddenly from her eye fertilizers flowed clear details.the details soaked her cheeks and hijab, she said, I don't know why she cried that obviously the woman was very dear to the man who had accompanied her 22 years.
Unintentionally his eyeballs rolled upwards staring at the wall clock that had shown at 23:38 his mind was clashing against a very heavy rain, he thought maybe his husband and son were still sheltering to avoid the rain tonight.
However, his heart felt unsettled. Thoughts may be positive, but the heart feels different. Frightened, frightened in prejudice, Rahma got out of bed to perform the night prayers she used to do. In prayer he asked for the safety of his husband and his eldest son, not to forget also he pleaded for ease in passing the trials of life.
After finishing with her prayer Rahma again laid her body on the top of the salt bed, while chanting the woman's prayer glanced at the face of her son who had been asleep since last afternoon. The face of the boy was very similar to his father, you could say that the young version of Azmi had a minimal smile.
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Another case with Muezza, the girl has been sitting very long in front of the cafe. So faithful he waited for his father to come to pick him up, but it had been almost an hour that he waited for no sign of his father coming from these two directions. His phone did not ring, his heart was shrouded in fear because it looked very quiet in that place.
The path of Imam Bonjol is getting quieter, the cold caused by heavy rain that has been replaced with drizzle makes the pain.
"Did you forget to pick me up? But that's impossible, how could he forget about me?" he said he denied any inattention tonight, but in reality it was past midnight that the old man who became his first love had not come.
"How am I going to get home?" ask in the silence of the night.
As he was desperate and angry about this, a Moto Guzzi V7 III Stone drove up and stopped right next to him.
"Why haven't you come home yet?" ask Alun who is still wearing a helmet.
"My dad hasn't picked me up, boss." Muezza clasped tightly on the strap of his bag.
"Come, up! I'll take you in," Alun ordered while taking off his leather jacket.
There was no reason to reject Alun's intention and inevitably Muezza accepted the offer. Although embarrassed, the girl looked shady.
"Whose number is this?" whispered while continuing to stare at the screen of his phone.
The familiar pitch of Muezza's ringtone snatched the flat object from his sister's best friend's hand.
"Yes, good night. What's up, Ma'am?" The man listened to the caller's explanation on the other end of the phone.
Highlight his eyes look very serious and plus his raised eyebrows add to Muezza's curiosity.
"Who?" muezza asked curiously, but Alun did not answer even he turned his gaze away.
That upset Muezza, "Who called me!" he snapped his feet.
"Let me tell you. Now you go up first!" alun after explaining.
Moto Guzzi V7 III Stone motorbike drove at high speed, Muezza who was afraid could only tighten his arms without protesting to Alun. As usual Alun showed the rich flat face of wooden plains.
Muezza who initially closed his eyes now opened his eyelids wide just to examine the road that passed by Alun.
Where are you going to take me? This is not the way to my house. Don't tell me he wants to do something weird?
Still struggling in prejudice, Alun called Muezza while loosening his motor gas.
"I ask you who are strong to face this ordeal. God willing, God will help us" Alun said, glancing at Muezza from the rear-view mirror.
Am I not wrong? He said 'Allah, insyaallah'? He's not Christian. Inner Muezza in dumbbells.
"Mue, you're beating me up, aren't you?" Alun stroked the back of Muezza's hand on his sixpack stomach.
"Huh, what's a Bang?" muezza asked with her head looking up at Alun's face from the side.
"Forget over! Hold on tight!" alun orders and once again touches the back of Muezza's hand very gently.
At the intersection of Alun turn right and further forward the motor, arriving at the destination. Alun stopped the bike and opened the helmet Muezza was wearing.
Very gently treat Alun tonight, lovingly he led Muezza into the hospital. The girl seemed confused by her visit to Yunita Husada hospital.
"Why don't we come here, Bang?" Muezza looked at the handsome face of Alun.
"Your father had an accident, Mue." The narrative of the Alun made Muezza stop his steps.
Of course the man stopped and looked at the poor girl who was behind.
"Why did you stop? We need to get to your dad!" the word Alun awakened Muezza from his subconscious.
"What do you mean?"
Without a sound her tears fell apart without pause. Highlights Muezza's eyes look empty, with tears that endlessly the girl walked up to a nurse standing in the ER room.
"Sorry, was there an accident victim named Azmi Abdullah?" muezza asked softly, occasionally the girl rubbed her cheeks alternately.
"Patients have just been moved in the ICU. Big brother walk straight until it turns, then turn right next to the Cempaka room is the ICU room." The young nurse gave us a clue.
The voice that he had been holding back from earlier was now heard and his sobs broke as Alun embraced his shoulders.