The Traces of Destiny
Garin's Prayers

When Raka and Saras left the school after a tutoring session, Garin was leaning on his car, but this time he barely saw Saras as Raka came running to give him a hug.

After going through their usual habitual routine - exchanging stories about work and school, and so on - Raka got into the car without being asked. Not long after Saras appeared and approached him, Garin was seen away.

"Thinking of how to keep citizens safe, Mr Camat? You look like you're trying to save the world" he said casually.

Garin shook his head. "Hehhe wasn't too, just a little busy."

"I can see that."

Actually, Garin's day wasn't too bad. Until finally he had to face Saras. Earlier in the car, he had been praying little along the way for him to forget how ridiculous he sounded a few days ago, after the game.

"How is Raka today?" ask him, hold those thoughts.

"Raka had a great day. Tomorrow I'll give him some workbooks that seem to be very helpful. I'll mark the page for you."

"Okay" he said briefly. When Saras smiled at her, she shifted from one leg to the other, thinking how beautiful the woman looked.

And what Saras might think of him.

Garin forced both his hands into his pocket.

"I'm happy to be in the game" Saras said later.

"I am too." Timpal Garin's.

"Raka asked if I would come again to watch him compete. You don't mind, do you?"

"Neither at all," said Garin. "But I don't know what time he plays. His schedule was stuck in the fridge."

Saras looked at him carefully, wondering why the man suddenly looked so far away. "If you'd rather I didn't go, just say it."

"Oh no, this is fine" he said. "If Raka asks you to come and watch, then of course you should come. If you want to, of course."

"Are you sure?" Ask Saras.

"Yes. I'll tell you tomorrow what time the game is." Then, before he could stop her, he added, "In addition, I want you to go there as well."

Garin did not expect to say it. But there's no doubt he wants to say it. But here, he again spoke out for a long time without control...

"You want to?" ask Saras again.

Garin gulped. "Yes," he said, trying hard not to ruin everything now.

Saras smiles. Inside him, he felt joy.

"Then I'll be there, for sure. There's one thing, however..."

"What's that?" Garin asked.

Saras looked into his eyes. "Did you remember when you asked me about the fan?"

With the word 'wind fan', all the feelings he felt over the weekend suddenly came back, almost like he had a blow to the stomach.

"Yes?" garin said carefully.

"I have free time on Friday night, if you're still interested."

It only takes a moment for those words to connect.

"I'm interested" he said, smiling widely.

He almost jumped as high as his car because he was happy.

After saying goodbye with a smile, Garin managed to catch up with Raka into the car and sat behind the wheel properly and correctly.

The car engine is turned on and....

BRAK...!

"OPPPPP! OOPPAPP!!! YAAHOO!" squealing Mr. Somad while running, the school security guard who was the parking attendant while holding his head which began to feel throbbing suddenly.

"Hey, you all right, champ?

"I'm okay, Dad," said Raka looking calm.

Garin hugged his son and quickly got out of the car.

When he turned around, he found Saras standing with one hand covering her own mouth. Garin closed his eyes, praying for a moment that Tarnow's famous magician was there at the time and clapped three times, so what Prok.. Prok.. Prok...

When Garin opened his eyes again, he still saw Saras standing in the same place. Instantly his chest felt tight and his breathing slowed down.

"Bapaaaak, Iuhama ieu teh pakkk.., quarrel" exclaimed frantically Mr. Somad with a pale face and heart palpitations.

(translate each one yes.)

Garin flinched and immediately walked hurriedly towards the back of his vehicle to see what damage he had made.

"I'm sorry, sir, not intentionally.... It was a little daydreaming" Garin said with an awkward grimace.

"God, Mr. Camat ieu tea, selpi first oruh Pak... Later let me just get rid of the garbage cans" Mr. Somad exclaimed in excitement. He immediately took out his favorite Somay brand phone from his pants pocket.

"Hayu Mr. Camat, his smile... Ciiiss!"

Then Mr. Somad checked the shots. Because according to Mr. Somad his smile was less wide at the first thumbs up, they again tried to take the second and third photos. And the photo session ended after the twelfth shot. "Punten, Mr. Camat.. Permission, I sent to WA mak in his hela village' sir. Meni casep pisan ieu tea"

"Please, Sir."

A few minutes later Mr. Somad was finished with a garbage can stuck in the rear bumper of Garin's car.

After thanking him and tucking some of the hero's money into Somad's hand, Garin rushed into the car. He was grateful that Mr. Tarnow had succeeded in eliminating Saras from his presence so that he could breathe normally again.

"Did Dad wreck our car?" raka asked as Garin again managed to sit well behind the wheel.

"Hmm, just a slight scuff," Garin shrugged both of his shoulders.

"It's a shame, even though I want a new car," said Raka with a lethargic face.

Garin stared in disbelief at the little man beside him, then shook his head in resignation.

Cars drove slowly splitting the crowd in the afternoon, Gajakarta never really experienced traffic jams on the highway, but the afternoon was always more crowded than other hours.

"What do you want us to eat for tonight?" garin asked breaking the silence.

"I want the sweet," said Raka.

"Cake?"

"No, it's meat."

"Bistics?"

"Not, but food can't whisper the message."

"Huh? Is there such food?"

"Snoot."

"What!?"

"Sheeched!"

Garin stepped on the brake pedal and pulled over. " What do you want me to yell at?" He asked as he looked to the left and right side of the road quickly.

Raka shook her head slowly. Putting on a concerned face for his father. "Beef Teriaki, I hope you understand soon."

"Aaaa..," Garin gaped and nodded. "All right."

Garin gets back on the wheel and drives to find the right restaurant. While continuing to think and remember again if there is a prayer today that slipped and made God misunderstand.