
"Tolooong... tolooong.." cried the Moon. He ran fast when it was past the houses of the people. Because Udin was getting closer. Initially, it was away but because the Moon fell, it was caught by Komaruddin.
"Where are you going! The moon?!' udin sarcasm. Holding the Moon's hand.
"Tolooong..." The moon is back.
The residents who happened to hear the screams of the Moon, flocked towards the direction of the sound because the rain had begun to subside.
"Month... Udin... Why are you guys?" ask a man wearing a sarong and a skullcap.
"Sir Umar, help me, sir. Udin wanted to abuse, "the moon fight tugged at his hand that Udin was clutching.
"Harassment?" ask sir Umar not believe, the whole village knows, if the Moon and Udin are friends.
"What is true, the Moon says, Udin?! Answer Udin?!" snapped at Umar, approaching Udin.
Udin quietly mute his eyes, clinging to the left right looking for a gap to escape because the residents have surrounded.
"Let Go of the Moon, Udin! Or, we'll all beat you up!" said Mr. Umar, pointing to Udin who was confused. Udin quickly took off the Moon's hand.
"Month... Is it true? What are you saying?" cut a young man dressed in neat cocoa, with a turban wrapped around his neck looking dignified.
"I dare swear Brother Abu," replied the Moon staring at Abu. Abu alim man one of those who loves the Moon. He was the son of Umar.
"We take it to the village hall, let it be in the congregation there" Abu said.
"Truly," exclaimed the citizens.
"Moon? Why aren't you, son?" At the same time Fatimah came to embrace the Moon in a wet dress.
"Mothers... Mom why are you here?" Moon surprised.
"That's not important, now say what's up?" fatimah looked at her daughter carefully.
The moon just shook. Actually want to tell his mother but certainly not here.
Finally Mr. Umar told what Udin would do to the Moon. Fatimah looked at Udin with a murderous look.
When the people turned their eyes towards Fatimah. Udin was intent on escaping but Abu Bakr quickly held Udin's arm.
Plaque.
"Braven, you're Din! All this time you I considered your own child, but this is your reply! Huh uh?! fatimah's hand floated to Udin's cheek.
"Already Ms. Fatimah, let Udin be brought to the village hall, we think later what punishment will be given to this brash man," Mr. Umar quits.
People dragged Umar to the village hall.
"Month, Miss Fatimah, let us deliver" Abu said.
"No need, son, let us walk, "reject Fatimah.
"Right is what Abu, Ma'am, said" added Mr. Umar.
"Thank you Mr. Umar, for his help, but I want to take a bike in front of the district, so I can shake Mom," replied the Moon.
"Well then, you just wait here for the Moon, let me get it,"
Without waiting for the Moon's answer, Abu took the bike with his motorcycle. Shortly thereafter he returned.
The moon was scratching its bike in the darkness only illuminated by a flashlight by Fatimah who was piggybacking behind.
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At Jakarta's largest hospital, a 47-year-old mother was crying. He invites his son to speak even if his son hears or not. Because the beloved son has not been aware of critical for a week.
"Wake up baby... Mother misses you son," she shrunk her tears with a tissue. Two months of not meeting the child is certainly very longing. But fate said another, when he met his son was dying.
She is Maya Mama Bumantara. Of course the helpless man was Tara.
That afternoon the bus drove by while the students were enthusiastically singing. But it is different from Bumantara. He leaned against the seat closing his eyes, thinking about his wife.
It was hard to part with her first love month. The woman who was able to shake her heart when she first looked into the eyes.
Tara repeatedly breathed in tightness. Even though he was gone only for seven days and will return but why is it so torturous.
The shadow of the Moon as he stayed crying in his arms as if to haunt his mind.
"Dip, you want some candy?" asked Keke whose position was sitting behind Tara, suddenly standing beside thrusting the black-wrapped candy. Candy withholds sleepiness.
Tara just raised a hand of the rejection code.
"Gw wants to" said Ananta, who was sitting next to Tara.
"Buy yourself!" sukul Keke then sat back in the back seat. He is upset at Tara's refusal.
But suddenly the bus speeding above average makes passengers immediately scream because it hit the back of the seat in front of him.
"Tara, you think there's something weird?" ask Ananta.
"Yes, why is this car winding? Fortunately the streets were quiet," Tara and Ananta immediately stood up.
The longer the bus goes out of control. Make the students scream.
While in front. The driver and the kernet stiffened. "How's this? the brakes seemed to be blong," said the driver, trying to be as minimal as possible to control the car but it turned out that the brakes were completely blong.
"Pak Seno, wasn't the bus checked into the workshop before leaving?" ask kernet.
"Already, it's all good Man, but why is the brake blong like this?" The driver asked. The bus is getting out of control.
"Sir Seno.. awaaasss..."
Braaakk!!!"
Screaming kernet for the last time. The driver slammed the steering wheel to the left to avoid the car that was driving from the front.
Accidents cannot be avoided. The bus ran over a shop on the side of a closed road.
Malang cannot be denied lucky cannot be achieved. The bus is upside down. Blood flowed from the door, and the broken glass left only pieces.
"Nguing.. nguing.. nguing.." The patrol car came to the scene.
People around you watched the incident.
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The hospital in area A. All the victims of the accident were immediately rushed there. Police immediately contacted the campus in Jakarta where the victims were attending.
The bus has a capacity of 60 and there are about 40 students/students who ride the bus, only about 10 people who still survive. They are still critical.
The cries of the parents of the victims were heartbreaking. Most of them brought their sons home already in a lifeless state.
"Create..." Maya screeches when she reaches the hospital still in area A. Of course a small hospital. Equipment is inadequate.
"Why so far, son," Maya hugs the body of her son who is still lying in the check room. It's completely ruined.
"Oh my God..." The bisma is not strong enough to see the IGD room lined up with patients while the deceased have been brought to the morgue.
"Pa... Dipta's still alive, Pa. Yeah, Pa..." Maya who initially hugged her son immediately stood up. Shaking Bisma's still unmoved arm. It felt like his feet were stiff to move looking at his son who was covered in wounds on the body, and was only helped with makeshift equipment.
"Prophe Ma," replied Bhishma, the cold man was just one word.
The next day, Pradipta Bumantara was immediately brought back to Jakarta by a plane rented by Bisma.
Flashback.
Seriate.