Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 06's

I opened my eyes, looking at the white-walled room. There is an infusion fluid that depends. The smell of medicine was also pouring out. I don't like this mood! Why am I being brought to this place?

Last thing I heard was a bang. Accident, the bus I crashed hit a road barrier because it avoided two-wheelers who suddenly crossed.

I'm alone.

My cellphone? I lifted the pillow wrapped in white cloth. Looking for that flat object.

A doctor came in. "Mbak, don't move recklessly" he recalled.

".... I've already contacted the Mama family, it might be there soon." He gave me a cell phone, and the half-aged doctor walked away. He had pulled the window curtain, so that the view of twilight I could not see anymore.

A moment later, there was a clattering of shoes clashing against the floor.

Sure enough, that came Mas Fattah and .... Did the Doctor also contact Mas Ajmul?

I saw a very dull look on Mas Fattah's face, like coming home from work straight here. 

"Mas, don't tell Uncle Mommy, right?" 

The drizzly-haired man in a blue shirt pulled up a chair to sit on and his hand propped up my chin on my bed.

"Why are you here, Ra?" He asked slowly, eyes intensely staring at me. 

"Zira wants to ...." I'm not going on.

I'm speechless. At a glance look towards Mas Ajmul who was standing on the left side.

"I'm tired from the field, come straight here. I didn't get to change clothes. Now look at you lying like this." 

I really feel the affection of my brother. 

"Zira's fine, Mom." I grabbed a glass of water, this throat felt dry.

I just had a minor injury. Maybe tomorrow we can go out. 

Mas Fattah introduced the one who came with him. Boss' son. Ajmul Daizy's. I was confused. Name, I hid. 

Boss's son? During this time Mas Fattah worked in his papa company Mas Ajmul?

Mas Ajmul did not say anything, now even acting unfamiliar in front of Mas Fattah.

Suddenly the head feels like a swivel comedy ride. Just for a moment, then recovered. 

Mas Fattah came out for a moment, there was only me and Mas Ajmul. I immediately expressed my curiosity. Why could? He never said that Mas Fattah worked in his papa company.

Hmmm .... Means easy dong later when Mas Ajmul asked me to Pakcik because one side of his friend Mas Fattah.

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Morning time. 

Mas Fattah and I walked down the hospital corridor. Mas Fattah pushed my suitcase and put on my sling bag. 

"Mas."

"Yes?"

He rolled his eyeballs, "Later home, now again in a hurry, Ra. I'm going to work."

I started to slow down.

"But Zira wants to eat there." Point me at a diner across the street.

Mas Fattah took the car in the hospital parking lot. 

I started asking again, "Whose car, Mas?"

"The hospital employee's car I pinjem."

"Oh."

"Many questions, "thus. 

After putting the suitcase in the car he came out again, "So don't eat?" 

"So dong." I whinesan. We walked towards the restaurant I was referring to earlier. Mas Fattah's steps were very wide typical of people in a hurry. He was chasing time so as not to be late for work.

Twenty minutes, it's done. Exactly ten o'clock back on the way to his apartment.

. 

"Now this place will be ours." 

"Our own? Means sometime can dong ngajak Pakcik same Mother Come here." I followed. Ah, my brother has already harvested the results now. It is not in vain Pakcik sent Mas Fattah to school. 

"Hm ... In Shaa Allah will soon." Fattah put my suitcase in the door. "I want to go again" he said. 

"But where are the hospital employees going?"

"Edeeh, Zira .. This is my car, you don't think I can afford it, huh?"

"Not ...."

"Udah, I'm leaving for work .... Don't go anywhere!" his sweat. 

"Zira wants to see a good friend, okay, yeah."

"Just don't go anywhere!" He screamed from inside the car.

"No," I said. 

The silver car moved out of the gate where Mas Fattah lived. I stood staring at the car until it lost turning the corner.

People around us will always be good, as long as we ourselves are not behaving in a bad way. Sometimes we want good treatment, but people never do good. How can it be perfect?

Huft, until the end. When the foot enters. Welcomed with the fragrant smell of the room. The hallmark of the smell of the room Mas Fattah is the fragrance of roses. Not only here, his room in the village was so. 

Plastered some photos on the wall of the living room painted white. The picture is wearing a suit, a photo of Uncle and Mother. There was another photo of another woman whose face was so familiar, I tried to pay attention for longer. 

Me? Or just similar? Yes, it was me at High School. The look on the photo made me want to laugh.

Seriate