Conditional Referral
Raka Accident

A few weeks passed, inevitably Raka also had to adapt to the separation of her parents. If usually, the morning at home first, he can feel a warm embrace from his mother and also breakfast that is often made by his mother. However, now Raka has to get used to that only her Papa greets her. For breakfast jug only Mbok Tini who make breakfast. Nevertheless, Zaid seemed to reciprocate all the time he used to spend taking care of business and became more attentive with Raka.

"Papa, tomorrow Raka there's an outing class in the park, Pa ... Papa can drive Raka, right?" ask Raka to her Papa.

"Yes, surely Raka .. should get to the park at what time?" ask Zaid.

"Hour 08.00 already have to arrive at the park yes Pa," he replied.

Zaid seemed to nod his head, "OK, alright .. tomorrow will Papa interah," he replied.

"If the pick-up can't be the same Mama ya Pa?" ask Zaid later.

Raka asked that because it had been the last two weeks, her mother never came back to see her again. As a child, maybe Raka felt confused with her mother. So Raka asked the whereabouts of her Mama to her Papa.

"Papa doesn't know, Raka. However, Papa will try to contact your Mama. If you can, Papa will come to pick up with your Mama" Zaid replied.

Little Raka nodded her head slowly, "Alright Pa," she replied.

"What time is it tomorrow?" ask Zaid again.

"Hour 11.00 Pa," replied Raka again.

At least this was Zaid's way of being able to nurture Raka. Involved in Raka's school activities, even if only limited to dropping off and picking up. In addition, in every spare time Zaid also spent by nurturing Raka. There is regret in Zaid's heart because all this time he was busy working. Although working also for his son and wife, but Zaid realized that there was a moment where his son also needed the figure of his existence.

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The next day ...

Before 08:00, Zaid was already in the car with Raka there. Deliver Raka following the Outing Class in the city park. It was only a few minutes drive away, and now they had arrived at the city park.

Zaid checked his son's bag. "This is a book, a pencil case, supplies, and water there is also Raka. Wear a hat? Just in case the weather was hot," Zaid offered his son.

But Raka shook her head, "No Pa. Not hot, Pa. .. it's in the park a lot of trees, shady," he replied.

"Yes, be careful, son .. before 11:00, Papa is here" Zaid replied.

"Yes Pa ... Mama hasn't returned a message from Papa, has she?" ask Raka again.

"Yes already, Pa ... Papa Bye!"

Zaid waved his hand at his son, and hoped that today Raka would have fun during the class outing. Zaid also left the park location, and the originally sunny weather was replaced with strong winds. Zaid who had arrived at his cafe also turned his face up and looked at the sky which suddenly darkened.

Suddenly Zaid felt his heart that was not fine, especially feeling the gusts of wind that were so strong and also rumbled. What Zaid was thinking about now was his son who was in the city park. Is there shelter for his son.

Until when Zaid was about to walk into the cafe, his phone rang and it was from his homeroom teacher Raka. Miss Puspa's there. Zaid hastily swiped the green phone icon on his phone screen.

"Yes Miss ... What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Sorry about Raka's dad? This is Raka's accident, Pa," Miss Puspa replied in a panic as well.

My God, listening to Raka accident made Zaid feel so panicked. The uneasy feeling in his heart was the answer from the phone call from his teacher Raka right now? At once Zaid could not think.

"What accident was Miss?" asked Zaid in a panic.

"With the tree, Pa. .. please come here immediately, we have also called an ambulance" replied Miss Puspa.

No need to wait long, Zaid also asked the staff in his cafe to be able to deliver him to the city park. Because, in a state of panic like this it is certain that Zaid can not think clearly.

"Farhan, please anterin me to the park," he asked his cafe worker.

"Yes, good Mr. Zaid," he replied.

Farhan could only be silent and did not ask much. Only, he was certain that his Boss was not doing well right now. Only fifteen minutes passed and now they had already reached the city park.

"Okay Han, thank you," she replied.

Zaid ran as fast as he could, he circulated his gaze and looked around for where the Playgroup children from Raka school were. While running, Zaid finally found that there was an ambulance coming and a crowd of small children there.

"Belgium ... Coral ...."

The harsh reality for Zaid, with his own eyes he saw Raka with blood on the area of his head and the little boy was carefully stretchered and put into an ambulance. A Papa, himself broken, his tears just flow. Raka's name is always he chanted, really this will be the lowest time for a Zaid Shahputr