That Barbarian girl is my wife
The Unexpected Meeting

A young man was trying to avoid the mob raging at him.

"Please, forgive me. I didn't take the wallet. Believe me!!" he said while clenching his palms asking for mercy on the people who gang up on him.

"Alaaahh .., which one wants to ngaku," chirped one of the residents who helped gang up on him.

"Yes, where there is a badger who ngaku, cih," said another while spitting.

"But it's true. I'm not the culprit," the young man tried to release the grip of the citizens who were holding it.

"You're glaring, you. That's what you're in hand. Obviously this mom's wallet is in your hands. Still bad," the man accused again.

"But it's true, sir, I'm not the culprit. I was on my way, and suddenly from my front there was someone who ran away while giving me this wallet. I'm also confused as to why that person did this" explained the young man.

"Alaaah, you must be one of the conspirators, right?! Why don't I, deh," accuse the person in green clothes of trying to advocate.

"Udaaahh, mending us thud aja he let kapok."

"Absolutely, Sir! I beg you not! Ma'am, if this belongs to mom, this is my return. But really, Mom, it's not me who snatched Mom's wallet. Are you sure I took this wallet?!" ask the young man to the mother who claimed her wallet was snatched.

"I'm, honestly I'm not sure. It was a little dark, so I didn't recognize the person's features, "I'm the mom in the glamour outfit.

"Udah, we're just stirring, let people know the taste," the stove of the man in green clothes again.

"Amuu ..."

"Yes, let me know how he feels" said another.

Buk up! Bukk!!

"Aauukh ..., geez, please stop! I'm not the culprit" the young man screamed as his stomach got a bump from one of the residents who was beating him.

"What is this storm?! This is how you judge citizens without clear evidence?!" ask someone who just got out of his fancy car.

The clothes with the black suit he was wearing showed his authority.

"Stop hitting or you guys I report to the police for braving the vigilante," the black-clothed person said firmly.

Residents immediately stopped beating the young man as soon as they heard the sentence of the man in black.

"Hey, Youth! Is it true that these people are saying, if you've stolen this mother's purse??" tanyanya firmly while pointing at the residents and the mother.

"No, Sir! Abstinence for me to take people's goods by stealing or picking. Although I was poor, but my parents always educated and led me to the right path" the young man concluded after explaining his case.

His left hand rubbed the corner of his lips that were bleeding due to the anger of the citizens, while his right hand he stretched out to return the wallet owned by the mother.

"Try me to check first, maybe something is missing or reduced" the black-clothed man ordered.

"Good, Sir!"

The mother checked her wallet carefully.

"Still intact, sir!" abugn.

"Well, the mother has admitted the contents of her wallet are still intact. Does this case still want to continue through the law, with the consequence that you are also punished for being a vigilante?!" ask the black-clothed person to the citizens who immediately shook their head quickly, afraid of being imprisoned.

"Good! Then please disperse! Let this young man go" he said again.

The residents immediately backed down regularly followed by the mother of the wallet owner.

"You all right, young man?!"

"No! Thank you for saving me, sir!" the young man replied, saluting.

"You sure it's okay? It seems like your leg is injured," said the man in black as he looked at the young man who was walking with a slight limp and withstood the pain.

"Let me drive you to the hospital. There's a fear of someone getting hurt with your leg."

"It's okay, sir, thank you!"

"Don't hesitate. Come on, let me drop off."

"But .." the young man had not yet answered, the man in black stretched out his right hand.

"I'm Signed, Sir!"

The young man who claimed to be named Ditya welcomed Bayu's hand.

"Ok, Ditya, let me take you to the hospital."

Not that he didn't want to go for treatment, but because he didn't have any money. There's actually money in his pants now. But his intention was that the money he used to pay for his semester fees next week. It's still less than a little.

If he has to seek treatment, then he will not be able to pay for his semester and that means, he must be willing to drop out of campus because he can not pay the tuition that has been in arrears for one semester.

Luckily Ditya was able to convince the administration where he went to college so that he had time leniency.

"Ditya!" call Mr. Bayu when he sees Ditya even silent where he stands.

"Eh, i-iya, sir! Me ...," she replied.

"Come, we'll go to the hospital now," asked Mr. Bayu again.

"Ba-good, Sir! Thank you for bothering to help me" said Ditya.

" All together!" said Mr. Bayu.

"Do you believe in me?!" ditya asked when both were in Pak Bayu's luxury car to the hospital.

"You mean?!"

"I mean, did you believe I was not the one who took the wallets of the mothers? What if it was really me who took the wallet?!"

"Haha ...!"

"Kok, you're laughing?"

"Are you really the one who took it?!" Mr. Bayu asked back.

"No!" answer quickly.

"Means it is not you who took it," said Mr. Bayu relaxed.

"But why do you feel so sure? I could have lied, right?!"

"That's because I believe in you, young man," said Mr. Bayu.

"Where can you trust me?"

"From your words, that it's hard for you to steal people's stuff because your parents educated you so well."

"Yes! I was born into a poor family, but my parents educated me very well. I am proud to have parents like them" Ditya replied softly.

Mr. Bayu frowned in wonder at digesting the words of the young man beside him.

"Sorry, young man! You said 'ever' to have parents like them. What do you mean, huh?! Sorry, if I interfere."

"It's okay, sir!" Ditya smiled.

"I once had a foster parent. But two years ago they died in a bus accident while they were traveling to the capital. Now I'm back orphaned because my adoptive parents have no children" explained Ditya sadly.

"I'm sorry again. Where are your real parents?!"

Ditya shook slowly.

"I don't know who my parents are. All I know since I was a child is that I lived in an orphanage. When I was ten years old, my foster parents took me home and took care of me until two years ago they left me for good."

"I'm sorry for the passing of your adoptive parents. And .. I hope you meet your real parents soon."

"Thank you!"

Ditya smiled at Mr. Bayu who was driving his car. For some reason, he can be very open with strangers, especially that person is the first time he meets unexpectedly.

***