IT'S ME YOU HURT
Ziva's accident

For some reason all day long, my feelings were not calm. My heart was like a crumple, making me want to cry. But this pain is not as usual.

My God, how long am I gonna get out of this mess? Countless times I have told myself to be a strong person! I don't want to linger immersed in this kind of feeling. I want to be happy, God. But why do I always feel this pain!?

It's not easy to forget the household trip, which I thought was only once in my lifetime. I am not as mighty a woman as in the novels that today are wounded, tomorrow cured of all the pain and betrayal.

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Finished delivering passengers to a complex, I continued to run my motor out the other side of the road while waiting for the new order to enter. While passing through the grave, I saw two men. One was well-dressed, and the other was probably a tomb keeper or a passing farmer. It looks like the Father who is dressed simply is having trouble hugging the other Father who wears neat clothes.

I slowed down the speed of my bike, to see the situation of the two fathers, and it turned out that the other father was screaming for help. I immediately pulled my bike over and ran towards the middle of the tomb where the two fathers were.

"Please! Help me!" Shouted the father who was dressed modestly.

"Sir, what's going on?" I was surprised to see the condition of the other father.

"Mbak, please mbak. This guy seems to have a heart attack! He was fine, but suddenly his body trembled, and almost lost consciousness."

I see this Father still speaking but his voice is less clear as if he was rumbling, his body was shaking, sweating coldly, and his heart was pounding. If I don't get it wrong, it looks like this father has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) or post-traumatic stress disorder. Judging by his condition, and the circumstances in which we are. Looks like this is the grave of a very important person to this person. I once had a friend who suffered from this disease because of the trauma of seeing the death of his girlfriend who died from being hit by a car in front of his eyes. The situation is exactly the same with this Father when in certain conditions.

"Sir?" I asked in a slightly loud voice while holding his shoulder.

"Sir, can you hear my voice?! Take a deep breath, sir. Then throw it out by mouth!" I led this Father to do it a few times, until he looked a little calm. I found out from my friend, this method can be a first aid for patients with PTSD in addition to taking anti-depressant drugs.

He wanted to stand up, but his legs were not strong.it seemed like his condition had not been fully stable yet. Me and the other Father took the initiative to help get this Father to his car.

"Surely you can drive a car well at this point?" I asked, as this Father got into his car and sat on the steering wheel.

I'm not sure he can, seeing the condition of this father who is still weak his face just looks pale, and it looks like he can not drive a car properly, he could have an accident. It seems like he needs medical attention right now.

"Is there a family, or someone nearby who can be contacted to come here sir?" It was like thinking a little long.

"Hmm, it seems like my current assistant is far away from this place. It took him two hours to get here" he replied in a weak voice.

"Can you drive?" This man asked me back.

"Can-can be sir. But..."

I can drive and I have a SIM. But I'm not sure I can drive this fancy car. This man handed Mercy's car keys to me. My God, how do I drive this fancy car. I just got in a car like this for the first time. Car mas Angga is a luxury car, but still far below this car. There's not even a porsneleng lever here. Oh my God, how do I run this car?

Fortunately I did not lose my mind, I immediately opened youtube to see how to use this luxury car. Fortunately, in the ten-minute video, everything was explained in a way that was very easy to understand even though I only saw it for two minutes, I accelerated only in parts that I did not understand.

I was finally able to drive this luxury car smoothly without a hitch. I parked my bike in a cottage near the tomb. Hopefully nothing unwanted happens, hopefully my bike is safe until I pick it up later. Right now it's the only bike that gives me a job.

[Tok, my disease is recurring again.]

[Now it's a little better.]

[We're heading to Harapan Kita Hospital right now.]

[Ok. We'll meet there.] I heard the Father behind me talking on the phone, still in his frail condition.

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Arriving at the hospital, a male doctor in his early forties was waiting for us with a wheelchair. I saw on his shirt the name of dr. Joints. After sitting in a wheelchair, the doctor pushed the wheelchair into the hospital.

I parked this Mercy car in the hospital parking lot. After that look for a doctor named Rendi earlier in the place I saw him enter. After meeting, I handed over the keys to the father's car and told the location where I parked the car.

Doctor Rendi, ask my name. I also told him my name. But when he asked for my phone number, I didn't give it. He said he would call me to give some compensation money as a sign of gratitude for helping him. Of course I refuse. I sincerely helped my father. There is no hope of getting anything in return, for helping people who look rich. I then decided to pick up the motorbike I parked in the tomb.

Before searching for an online motorcycle, I looked at the clock. It was three in the afternoon. I'd like to contact Angga to ask about Ziva's situation. But I hesitated to contact Angga mas, because our status is no longer husband and wife. He even has a new wife. Don't let my phone make a misunderstanding between them.

Ahhh, but I keep thinking with Ziva. What is my son doing right now?! I need to call my son.

Just now I want to call Mas Angga, suddenly there is a call coming in from Mas Angga number. How fortuitous. I lifted it straight away.

[Hello Mas, how's Ziva? What is he doing now, Mom?] I could not hide my happy smile when I got word from Mas Angga.

But suddenly my smile immediately disappeared, when I heard the answer from Angga mas.

[Na... Ziva, Ziva's accident!] Mas Angga said with a trembling voice.

Degh!!!!

[Accident? Mas Ziva means my daughter was in an accident?! How could Mas?] I asked while shouting a little.

I can no longer control myself. I'm so fucking upset! My heart aches to receive news from Mas Angga.

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[Ziva fell from the window, hit his head on a flower pot and suffered an injury to his head, we are currently waiting for the operation at Harapan Kita Hospital] said Mas Angga.

My feet immediately limp when I hear the words of Angga. Like not having the veins and joints to support my body. I immediately fell on the floor. Unknowingly my tears fell.

Oh my God, what else is this? My son was in an accident and is currently in surgery?!