PRETTY TEACHER WHO JUTEK
Asti Has an Accident
“If in Yogya Asti still dare to ride his motorcycle, Eyang!”
“But even so, be careful. Yogya City is already crowded. Not like the years before. Many immigrants from other places moved here. Especially retirees who want to live more calm and peaceful.” said Eyang Kakung.
“Iya Nak now Yogya is very crowded, just try your way to the city there at night. No events are very crowded. The road is full of vehicles. Sidewalks, parks and cafes are full of people walking, hanging out or kulineran while enjoying the night of Yogya” City
“So now entertainment and places to visit are many huh Eyang? Not bored then Asti spent the holidays here” Asti said excited.
“Iya Nak, you must be at home here. Plus now Yogya City is a student city. Lots of students or students from outside the region come here to study. Art children or regional children usually always hold their own traditional and cultural entertainment events”
“Many now..Last months Eyang Kakung and Eyang Putri still sometimes walk there in the afternoon. Now the body is easily tired so mostly at home. Hence it should remain day-careful huh, son!” said Princess Eyang again.
“Ya Eyang, Asti must be careful” Asti replied. “If Asti applies to become a lecturer here, how does Eyang agree not?” asti said again teasing the Princess.
“Iya can be Nak, so Eyang Kakung and Eyang Putri are not lonely anymore if there is you here” said Eyang happily.
“Hehe... Asti just joking Eyang” Asti replied with a small laugh.
“You are fond of Eyang temptain yes.”
“Hehe yes already Eyang, Asti want to move his motorcycle first in the front yard huh? to heat his machine”
The existence of a duck motorcycle is enough to provide entertainment for Asti for several days in the city of Yogyakarta. He can go to the house of his cousins without the headache of having to travel by public transportation or online motorcycle taxi.
He can go sightseeing to Maioboro, to Solo street, go to the performances of campus children which certainly have a lot of culinary or snacks there, relax at your favorite cafes in Yogya or just go in and out of the alley to see the situation of Yogya City more familiarly.
Especially in the afternoon where the weather is no longer hot by the hot sun. And on that occasion, he always took the time to buy something as souvenirs for the two who were waiting at home.
Like that afternoon, Asti back around on his motorbike down the small streets that are not too crowded to find fresh air and a different view. It was necessary for him because such simple activities, can slightly treat the loneliness that for many days like strangling him.
Really, he had never experienced such a state, to the point that the ratio often could not be invited to work together again.
That was the case, that afternoon after buying some of his favorite snacks. For snacks while watching television later tonight with Eyang Kakung and Eyeang Putri, Asti rides a motorcycle casually.
Driving casually like this is something that is difficult for vehicle drivers in Jakarta. But despite his circumstances, he was not vigilant and cautious. For who knows if there are small children running out of small alleys, or there are cats that suddenly cross. That kind of thing happens a lot around that place.
But it is true that people say that poor cannot be rejected and lucky cannot be achieved. Although Asti rode his motorcycle calmly. Suddenly from the seemingly deserted fork appeared a car driven at high speed unexpectedly appeared from the left side of Asti.
Moreover, there are no previous signs like honking a horn, for example. So as a result Asti did not have time to brake his motorcycle. Collisions are inevitable.
At first Asti was still conscious and could see the driver of the car stopping his vehicle. The driver of the car went down and then ran towards him. Also some people who re-establish their motorcycles, some take their shoes that slammed away from his feet.
I don't know what else. All that Asti felt at that time was just confused, this incident happened like an instant. Asti mesara was scared. She felt something was wrong with her feet. It feels like pain. And his head is a little dizzy.
Bad guesses overlapped in his head. Did I have a broken bone? Was there a part of my leg that was torn off? thought frightened. And did I have a concussion? Then how severe is the damage to the person's car and how severe is the damage to the motorcycle Eyangnya?
Asti wanted to cry out loud. But he did not dare to move, fearing that his bodily movements would aggravate the situation. Hence he could only widen his eyes and let the crowd surround him.
But because his feelings are mixed between fear, shock, pain and shame. Asti cannot stand lingering on asphalt. So he finally had to move his body to get up from that place. But because the movement caused tremendous pain, both in his legs and in his head, he was suffocated.
At that time one of the men who was crowding Asti, asked that people not surround the girl and told her to disperse.
“This is not a spectacle,” he said. “Ayo, disperse. Babaaarrr!”
“But I want to help, Mr Ilham!” said a teenager nearby.
“Good, Son!” sahut the man called Mr. Ilham. “Yang lainya disperse. We'll take these traffic victims to the hospital as soon as possible. Please Nak Har, bring her bag”
“I will take him to the hospital with my car, Sir!” The driver of the car that collided with Asti's motorcycle offered himself. “I'm responsible for it”
“That's great, Dik. Well, let's lift this Mbak into your car!” sahut Pak Ilham. “I will take her. And Nak Har, please have his Mbak motorbike inserted into my house to be safe”
After arranging everything, Mr. Ilham who seems to include the local community leader invited people to lift Asti into the car.
“I... I want to be taken to which hospital?” Asti asked in a panicked voice.
“Tenlah Mbak” said Mr. Ilham who is fatherly. “Send everything to us. Trust me, everything will be in order and fine”
“But..”.
“About the cost, I will bear, Dik!” the driver said. “I was wrong. To be honest, I was having problems at home and I rushed out of the house with an angry and chaotic feeling. I shouldn't have brought it all the way.”.
“Already Dik, let's lift this Mbak together!” Mr. Ilham mediates. “Other routes, can be discussed later”
Seriate…