Ooh… No, what happened to
Arman?! I started to cry. Does he need any more treatment than the usual minor injuries?! How stupid am I not to feel or realize the tragedy of the bus skidding earlier?
Staggering while jogging down unfamiliar streets, I tried to find the person I love. Where is the location of the Puskesmas which is said to be the closest? Every now and then I wipe the small granules that come out of the corners of my eyes, hoping to find him soon in good condition.
Let people's eyes think what, seeing a girl who walks alone clutching her hand and shedding tears, walking as if she doesn't know where to go, someone looks at her with pity. Some are ordinary and some don't care, so let me just not know them.
"Miss, why are you crying? Where are you going? Let me take you." A man stopped his motorbike while greeting me.
"Thank you, Sir, it's okay, I'm close, indeed I went back and forth along the road for a distance just looking for a dropped wallet. I cried because of its valuable contents," I said.
How could I accept his invitation, the person is a stranger I don't know, a little lying doesn't matter right? After all, why am I telling the truth? Who is he anyway? I just avoid things I don't want them to happen.
"Oh, yes, Miss, I hope to find you? But if you are on the streets like this, it usually disappears quickly, Miss. Excuse me," he continued as he started to drive his motorbike, then walked away.
I gave a nod and then I continued my search. I had to go even faster because I was worried when I was on my way there. What I'm afraid is that Arman has been delivered to the bus location by the residents, it's not funny if it crosses without me knowing, but I have made sure that everyone who passes by I pay attention so that I don't miss the figure he.
From a distance, I saw a place where I had been looking for a long time, a place that said Puskesmas (clinic). How excited I was to find what I was looking for, I rushed in. I asked the medic sitting in the front room.
"Miss, was there a bus victim down here named Arman?" I asked the officer.
"Arman Wijaya Putra?" said the officer, then
I nodded excitedly.
"Sis, who is Arman?" The officer continued to ask another question, "I am ... his girlfriend, Miss. We are going to Surabaya. We work there," I answered simply and firmly.
"Go straight to the ER, Sis." After saying thank you, immediately I half ran to find the ER in question. Why ER? Was Arman seriously injured? How could I not notice? What kind of girlfriend am I? After the pursuit has stopped, I turned my head to look for the patient whose face I was looking for. I said hello and entered the ER while saying I wanted to meet a patient named Arman.
Arman was right lying down with his eyes closed. The head that was wrapped in bandages seemed to prove his head was not okay.
I rushed to him. I spontaneously covered my mouth with one hand, shook my head and was still crying seeing him like this,
"Arman ...." I called stroking his hand up to his shoulder.
"Arman ... please listen to me. Are you okay?" Now turn my hand to stroke his cheek.
"Arman, you can hear me." Now I bring my lips closer to his ear.
I saw that there was already a response from him, blinking trying to open his eyes, with his eyes still narrowed, maybe because of the wound on his head. Those eyes managed to find my figure who was standing beside him.
Spontaneously I bend my knees, I bring my face lower so that there is no distance from his face.
"What happened? I'm sorry, I don't feel anything? To know it all happened like this?" I said filled with anxiety. He tried to move his hand, then landed on my cheek. I closed my eyes because he touched my cheek, then I gently took his hand on my cheek with mine too.
He coded me as if he was about to say something, I lowered my head closer to his face.
"Yes, I was suddenly thrown quickly, I don't know what's wrong? My head hit the iron handrail of the seat next to us. Everyone screamed and scattered, Nez. I want to grab you. Worried about your condition. Are you okay? But This head is very dizzy and my vision looks dark and dizzy, suddenly people have been holding hands while bleeding, so I can't do anything, Nez. My wound was finally stitched up and treated at this health center.
"The story was told to me when it happened. I was still crying trying to stroke his chest and was really sad about this incident. Why did it happen to him? The person I love. I gently held the bandaged wound. I know there are a lot of officers going in and out, but My love for Arman, made me unable to want to kiss his lips. I did it quickly but gently so that no one would see. Then he smiled at me, "Wait a moment, I will wake up. Inez, can you ask the doctor about my prescription? and we take it to the pharmacy together," he said.
I smiled in relief. He's still safe and
his condition has improved. I nodded and rushed to immediately do what Arman asked, I immediately took a prescription, then I slowly helped wake Arman and we went to the Pharmacy room to redeem the medicine that had been given.
"Inez? Who drove you?" he asked in surpri
"I just walked alone. I panicked when I realized that you were not beside me when I was woken up by the bus Kenel. I was so stupid, I could fall asleep in such a precarious situation and didn't know you were hurt like this."
I immediately hugged him and I breathed a sigh of relief because his condition was still okay. My worries vanished because I saw a smile was etched on his face.
"Don't worry. Thank God I'm fine. Nez, we can take a lesson, this incident is a small warning for us." he added guessing.
"What reprimand?!" I said that I didn't understand.
"Our journey ... This incident ... Because you left without permission and without the pleasure of your parents, right? Let's try to think about it without the blessing of your parents, let alone your mother who is worried about you," he advised me.
"So, you know what? Even though something like this happened, we must still be grateful," he continued, looking at me seriously, while I looked confused while frowning. Grateful how?! Such a heart-fluttering incident?"
"Yes, Nez, even though the bus skidded, but we can still meet, you're okay, I'm also only injured like this. Now just imagine, who can guarantee that the bus was going through more than that? Maybe we can't meet again, right? Could one of us go?.
Even though we must be separated by circumstances for now. We must remain grateful because we are separated in bonds. The bond between me and you alone, can still see and meet the people we love, it becomes a happiness even though we can't have it, rather than being separated by death we will never be able to meet again. Likewise for you, never blame fate. Moreover, our bond is small compared to the bond between children and parents. Our parents are bonds from God Almighty to us," how mature Arman lectured me.