The Heart of Old Menjakaka
61. Just like the guy
The image of following Steven was not without reason, it was because he felt curious about someone named Safira. How is the person and how is the interaction between Steven and the woman.
Want to ask Steven it feels free, the man will definitely not be completely honest.
However, on the way, the occasional staring at the car window was struck by a middle-aged man sitting on the asphalt, the man's left leg covered in blood.
The image of feeling sorry immediately shouted at the taxi driver to stop his car.
"Stop the car, sir!" citra Letah.
"Say tell me to chase the front car, miss?" ask the driver who hesitated to stop for fear of missing Steven's black car.
"It's okay, just stop." Image undoes his intention to pursue Steven, because for him, helping someone is much more important now.
After the car stopped, Citra immediately came down to the man and before long many people approached him as well.
"Mr ... Ah I mean Grandpa, Grandpa why is this? How can I get hurt?" The image crouched down then looked at the left leg of the man wearing the black material pants. It turned out that the blisters and not just the legs but the two elbows were also bleeding.
The man who Citra called Grandpa then raised his chin and their views immediately met. The image looked a little shocked as it looked at his face.
Although there are many wrinkles, it is undeniable that the old man is really handsome. And when examined more deeply, it turns out at first glance he looks like Steven. It's just an old version.
"Father of a handsome." Direct image rectifies his grandfather's call, because according to him—called Father also he still deserves.
"Yes, Miss. Opa just clasped the motor." The man called himself opa, self-conscious if he spoke to a boy who might be his age.
"Miss please help this Father, pity him." A foreign man spoke to Citra, but the girl had not blinked at the injured man. Both of his cheeks look blushing. "Miss! Miss can you please?!"
A slow pat on the left shoulder Citra made him jerk in shock, he immediately realized his initial intention of getting out of the car. To help that man.
The image nodded quickly. "Can, Mr. Ganteng come with me." The image immediately stood up, then opened the back door of the taxi car. Then some residents who had been crying helped the old man to get into the car.
The taxi was headed to the nearest hospital.
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"Miss, thank you for helping Opa" the man said as he sat in a wheelchair. His legs and arms were bandaged by a doctor.
"Together, sir." The image smiled, he pushed the wheelchair out of the hospital to the parking lot.
"Why don't you have to come with Miss again, Opa just want to take a taxi." The man shook his head when he saw that Citra had already opened the door for him to enter. The car was an online taxi that Image deliberately ordered for them to go home together.
"It's okay, we're belligerent again." Smiling image. Then the taxi driver helped the man get into the car, his wheelchair folded and put into the trunk.
The man immediately told the driver his home address.
"Oh yes, how did you happen to be able to run a motorcycle? And what was Dad doing?" ask Citra who is sitting next to the man. I don't know why he became so curious and felt like he wanted to get to know the man better. In fact, they had only met for the first time. But there is a sense of comfort when sitting with him.
"Miss call Opa. Opa is old because of this."
"How old is he?"
"67 years."
"Oh really?" The image covered his lips, as he felt both shocked and unexpected. "I think Opa's still 50. Opa is also very handsome."
"Today a grandfather was praised as a child." The man immediately laughs, funny with the behavior of Citra even though it looks a little more.
"Opa's car broke down on the road earlier, continued on the Opa street telephone assistant Opa. But it has not been lifted .. hapenya even snatched," explained the man.
The image was silent for a moment, he had seen there was indeed a car at the scene. It's just that he doesn't know if the car belongs to that guy.
"But thank God Opa is okay. Oh yeah, we haven't met, my name is Citra. Who's opa?" The image extended its hand then was immediately warmly welcomed by the man.
"Consider, just call Angga."
"Opa's name is cool, just like the guy."
"Your name is also beautiful, just like the man." Angga smiled then stroked Citra's hair for a while. "I'm sorry if it's not polite." Soon he pulled his hand.
"It's okay." Sweet smiling image.
"Sometimes, yeah. Opa if you see a girl so remember the same Opa child, Cit."
"Well, do you still have a girl?"
"Not, but daughter-in-law. Opa is looking for a daughter-in-law for Opa's youngest child, she is old but not married yet. Matchmaking has not been confirmed, ask to find yourself the same. Can't."
"What age is Opa's child until it's old?"
"How much ...." Angga scratched his head hair while remembering, he himself sometimes forgot the age of his son. "It may have been 30 more. Are you married or not?"
"I—“
"It's here, sir," the driver interrupted as he stopped his car in front of the gate of the cream-colored luxury house. He went down and was followed by Citra.
The front guard of the house immediately opened the gate and approached Angga who was already sitting in a wheelchair.
"Mother why? How can this be?" ask her with a worried face.
"Let me tell you." Angga turned to Citra who was standing looking at the house. Instantly he remembered Danu's house and felt longed to go there. "Come in, Cit. Opa will introduce you to Opa's wife" he asked.
Before long there was a ringing sound of incoming calls on the Citra phone and it was from Steven.
"I'm going home first, Opa. Opa, I hope he recovers soon." The image kissed the back of the man's hand and then smiled. Not yet Angga replied, Citra has been hunted to go on a car ride.
"Hello, Om," Citra said as the call was raised.
"What are you again?" steven asked in a soft and somewhat seductive voice.
"Again what?" The image repeats the word because it thinks it is strange. Steven doesn't usually ask that.
"You must have just finished the first class, right? So now what are you?"
"Oh, I'm in the cafeteria again, snack," he replied lying.
"Later tonight we'll stay at the hotel, Cit. I booked a room, ", Steven said.
"Well stay at the hotel, Om? What's the apartment, Om?"
"It's okay, sometimes we stay at the hotel."
...No why-why or there's nothing 😏...