Rainbow for Aqila
Chapter 3: Felis Catus

The weather towards noon was quite hot, the sun's heat reached a temperature of 35 degrees Celsius, making sweat pouring profusely, but for people who are accustomed to heat like this is a common thing for them

Aqila observed the surroundings from the garden chair close to the intersection of the red light, her fingers moving on the paper making a picture of what she was seeing at the moment

As a college student majoring in fine arts, everything he saw could be an art of great value

When the lights at the crossroads turn red, it is time for the buskers and peddlers dominated by children to start singing and offering their wares

The scorching heat of the sun made their sweat run, the asphalt on the highway also heated up, as if toasting their feet that did not wear a pedestal at all

The money they earn is not much, if their trading is done even though only a little they have received with gratitude

Laughter they loose as if without burden, the spirit in them makes them able to do it, for the sake of a bite of rice to uphold a frail body, the money they get is not necessarily to make them eat with fullness but only to establish a body to pick up the sustenance that God has entrusted to them, he said, in order to pursue the dreams of those who want to be better than their present condition

Because they believe life revolves like a wheel, they believe that someday their current efforts will not be in vain

"Aqila want to buy some tissue?" the movement of Aqila's hand holding a pencil stopped hearing the voice of a six-year-old girl approaching her

"Sir Aqila wants one" The girl smiled and immediately pulled out a tissue from the plastic bag she was carrying

"His change tube is to buy school supplies" The girl smiled and nodded in excitement

"Thank you, Aqila"

This is one of the reasons Aqila sometimes choose to go to campus on foot or take public transportation, just to greet them and help as much as possible to ease the burden they bear

BRakkk

The loud noise was heard from the direction of the crossroads close to the current position of Aqila, when he saw the people start to converge and the vehicle stopped for a moment, he immediately stuffed his goods into the bag in a hurry

He approached and split the crowd of people who began to gather to see the accident that had just happened

And look there, a boy in a school uniform scouts and a head that bleeds to the ground

"Kenzo?" Aqila closed her mouth and immediately approached

"PLEASE PLEASE TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL"

Aqila felt like she wanted to shout cursing people who gathered there, they preferred to take out mobile phones to video rather than reaching out to help

"Let's get me to the hospital quickly" The man reached out his hand which Aqila nodded at

He immediately raised Kenzo's unconscious body, not caring about his dirty clothes due to blood stains that still flow from Kenzo's head

"The Bramadja hospital" he told men wearing black jackets and black masks to cover his face

The man nodded and drove his motorbike at high speed, Aqila could see the writing on the man's jacket 'Felis Catus' and the picture of a cat with beautifully embroidered fangs

Aqila racked her brain memory, a name that was very familiar to her sense of hearing, Felis Catus the scientific name of the cat

Ha

He recalled, Felis Catus is one of the gangs that are famous among students in the campus because of their bad boy attitude and good looks are considered above average

Often brawls, wild races, playboys that's their gang, but why should cats? why do they equate themselves with such cute animals?

Aqila's daydreams thinking about it stopped when their motorbike drove up to the front of the hospital

Aqila who panicked immediately carried Kenzo's body inside and it just so happened that she saw her uncle Radit walking out

"Uncle please" Aqila spoke in a panicked voice and gasped for running

"Aqila why?"

"Not Aqila, but Kenzo, quickly help him uncle"

"SUSTER GET BRANKAR READY SOON!" the orders were with the nurse there

Do not wait a long time, let alone this is an order from a respected doctor and the owner of Bramadja hospital

"Let the doctor treat it" Radit prevented Aqila's hand from entering the ER room

"But uncle..."

"No one else was allowed in except the nurses, doctors and patients" Aqila exhaled deeply and placed herself in the waiting chair in front of the room

"He who?" Radit asked and sat himself next to his niece who looked chaotic

"The orphanage"

Radit is the brother of his father, Bramadja family focuses on two fields, namely health and business, for the health sector in the hands of Radit who currently holds the title of neurologist sub-specialist, neurologist, bramadja Hospital also has about ten branches in the country

As for the business held by his father, who holds the rank of director of Bramadja company, as well as hospitals, Bramadja company also has many branches and engaged in various fields of industry such as trade, hotels, hotels, restaurants and others

"You better go home now, you're in a mess" Radit said, looking at Aqila's bloodstained appearance, that some passers-by looked at her with questionable eyes, surely they thought she was hurt

"I'm going to the parlour to tell the mother of the parlour first, for administrative expenses..."

"uncle will take care of that" Radit said

"All right, I'm going to the parlour first"

"No need" Aqila looked at the man in front of her at the moment with frowning brows

"Lo who?" They didn't know how this guy could say that

"Gue Naufal, who helped you earlier" the man's voice sounded cold to make Aqila silent for a while, it turns out that this is the head of the 'Falis Catus' gang which is often the conversation of students in various corners of the campus, starting from the canteen, bathroom, garden, field, even in the classroom when the lecturer has not arrived

"How do you know?"

"Gue knows them well, soon the mother of the parlour will get here" Aqila chose to believe in the words of this man, there was absolutely no look of lies on her face

"Well, thank you for telling him, I went home first" again and again his steps came to a halt as this man pulled the arm off his shirt

"what else?"

"I should be the one who said thanks because you already helped the boy, let me anter home"

"no need, I can find a taxi up ahead"

"Don't ngeyel, I won't take responsibility if they think you kuntilanak just rose from the grave" the man passed away leaving Aqila who was silent to digest his words, saying, he thought that cold man could not joke

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