
I don't know what happens when I open my eyes like someone waking up from sleep, but why I sleep in the toilet .How long have I been in the bus toilet, when I opened the toilet there were many people crying, some moaning in pain, some were lying on the floor of the bus with a lot of blood.
Astaghfirullah said in my heart when I saw the half-destroyed bus body, I walked out of the back door of the bus near the toilet. People seem to be helping each other.
"Quick out the smell of gasoline afraid the bus will explode" said a voice from inside the bus,
"The survivors we put out first while waiting for help to come" shouted one of the fathers. Plus the drizzling atmosphere, I sat leaning on the back of the bus remembering what really happened, but I couldn't remember anything.
"Sir, one of the victims should not take shelter "say the mother who approached me, she let me walk. "While waiting for an ambulance and assistance for evacuation, all the survivors are gathered here."Said the mother "This is mom's house?" my many. "This is the village hall" he replied.
"What really happened ?" my many. "Actually I do not know for sure, just earlier eyewitnesses said the driver was tight with wet and damaged road conditions made the driver lost control of Kinga hit a cliff before hitting a tree, and then the driver lost control, up to 4 benches in front were crushed by a large tree" said the mother.
"Sorry, do you know my name? What's my name ?"my many. "Astaghfirullah neng ,neme poho ngaran nu sarua neng scarecrow ?" (neng forgot, by his own name) asked mother That's who I don't understand what to say.
"Why mom?" ask a man of my age. "Si neng forgot the rich memories in soap opera ".
"Yes, you should help the neng clean the blood in the temple and forehead and check the other head area what is injured" said the father. After she helped me clean my wounds, she gave me a bottle of water and a loaf of bread. The starving me immediately spent the drinking water and bread he gave. I'm just sitting there and watching people running around helping each other with the victims of the bus accident I've been in, even ambulances have come and brought them one by one I who was tired of waiting even fell asleep with a sitting position leaning against the wall
"Neng woke up, neng ko fell asleep here instead of joining the group back to the city,?" ask the mother who helped me. "I did not know I fell asleep after being full of bread and drinking the gift of my mother. I seem to miss them "my words are shrewd.
"Yes already for tonight neng sleep at home Mother come on, introduce the name of Desi's mother "saynya. After arriving at her house the mother introduced me to her husband named Mang Jaja. Tonight I slept in Mang Jaja and Ibu Desi's house in a room that she said was their only child's room who was wandering into the city for college and study.
I keep remembering what happened, who am I really ? until I fall asleep.
"Well, do you remember who remembers ?" mrs Desy asked me which I answered with a headband. "If to Jakarta it takes 2-3 hours if smooth and bring a private vehicle. We'd better check it to the puskesmas near here "say pak Jaja."Well sir "answer me. Finished breakfast with delivered a couple I was taken to the puskesmas by public transport, a journey taken about 30 minutes.
After being examined the doctor suggested that I be taken to a large hospital, during the examination the doctor also found there were several impact wounds on the head until the doctor gave me pain medication.
"Can I recover doc,?"my many. "Can therefore you should report the same police so that in between to the city so that you also get adequate medical care."
"But I don't know where to go my identity there's just this old-fashioned cell phone in the jacket pocket and about 355 thousand dollars" I said.
"Traumatic amnesia occurs due to injury to the head caused by an accident, impact, blow or fall from a height. The memory lost will depend on how the trauma or damage to the area of the brain is experienced. This type of amnesia can cause temporary or permanent memory loss.
Posttraumatic amnesia is a condition in which a person loses memory due to a severe head injury. One of them is having an accident that results in injury to the head area. People with this condition will usually experience a short loss of consciousness or coma" explained the doctor by reading a thick book in his drawer.
"When I first realized I was in the bus toilet and when I came out of the toilet I saw people helping each other get out of the bus."
"Keep sitting behind the bus ?"said the mother I nodded my head. "At that time the ambulance and medical team had not come, from the time of the medical team accident and ambulance came about 3 hours because the rain flushed resulting in late arrival of medical teams and ambulances " say Mr. Jaja."You mean you were unconscious ?" ask doctor. "It could be doc" I replied."This is my introduction to the hospital if you want to check your condition to the city" said the doctor.
"All the affidavits if he's an accident victim, let's see the police can help him" said Mr. Jaja, "there's such a rich thing ?"ask the doctor while laughing.
"Doctor can buy a cell phone baby no, I need a fee to go to the dock city!" my spoken. The doctor took out his wallet and took out some red money. "I only have 650 carry it, hopefully useful "say the doctor.
"I received Doc, thank you. But my mobile phone is up to the doctor to sell or want in what , I also free battery abis I also no tool to charge the battery "sayku.
"So you want to go now ?"ask Miss Desy. "Yes ma'am, can I wear this mother's clothes ?"my many.
"Take care" said Mr. Jaja and Ms. Desy.
They drove me to the terminal and handed me a paper that read wherever I had to stop and what's next to get to the city. Without bringing anything just the clothes attached and money from the doctor 650 thousand and 355 thousand from my pocket I went home, but I do not know where to go home. I can only pray and ask Allah SWT for help, my Lord to be given the ease to arrive at the destination safely, which is my purpose I do not know.
"University of Sultan Ageng Tirtayasa (UNTIRTA), Serang" shouted the bus conductor, I rushed down.
'From the Rectorate Building - UNTIRTA, Serang majored in Trans Citra Raya, Tangerang' writing that I read on the paper given by Pak Jaja.
I rushed to find the bus in question, "If the Trans Citra Raya bus, Tangerang there is a clock at most an hour, again,this ride can also drop at the Citra gate instead of at the Trans Citra Raya Terminal, Tangerang, how do you want to?" said the man I asked, "Alright no papa" said me, than I later mugu here see the faces of the people who are here , mendingan I ride this aja deh.
I sat down with a grandmother who was about 60 years old, because I had been asleep for a long time. "Neng, he woke up "the grandmother who was sitting next to me. " Where's this from mom?" my many.
"It's Kalideres terminal, neng" he said, making me glare at him. "Whataaa?"I said stammering, ahhh why I can fall asleep I messed up my hair. "Neng stray ?" ask him which I answered nod." Yes already neng follow grandma aja yuk" he said, because my mind is chaotic ahkirnya I follow the grandmother to his home.