Accident

"This must be the old man's plan so that his mistress can live securely. Or could it be that cheap woman? She seduced your daddy! Oh my God, we missed Dion!"

Various prejudices appear in the heads of the mother and child. They accuse Savira of being the culprit of the big problem they are currently experiencing. They don't seem to realize that all of this is the fruit of the tree that he planted himself.

"You have to marry Savira, that's the only way so we don't fall into poverty," Regina said while touching Dion's shoulders.

"Until whenever Dion will not marry that cheap woman!" Dion shouted as he brushed off Regina's hands.

The man quickly stood up and walked out of the living room.

"Where are you going, Dion? This problem isn't over yet!" Regina shouted.

"Dion doesn't want to marry Savira. POINT!" he said then left his mother alone.

"Dion stop!"

"Dion!"

Dion continued walking regardless of his mother's call. He was getting bored and sick of his crazy requests to marry his father's future wife.

"Savira, you never heard what I said, and now you disturb my comfort. You have chosen the wrong opponent!" muttered Dion with his feet continuing to walk.

Dion's four-wheeled vehicle sped away from the luxurious house without happiness. A waving wind pushed the 29-year-old man to a nightclub.

Dion sat while enjoying the alcoholic drinks served on the table. Disco music sounds clear to the ear. But Dion seemed to be immersed in a different dimension of space. The image of sitting side by side with Savira in the aisle danced in my eyes.

BRAAK!!

"You bastard, Ra!" Dion cursed while pounding the table.

"Jeez Dion, what's wrong with you?" asked a woman who suddenly sat beside Dion.

"Julia... Honey... You are here," Dion said then hugged the body of the woman beside him.

"Why are you here, honey?" she asked.

"You should be at home, bro! You're still in a state of mourning. It's not appropriate for a son who inherits a well-known company to wander around when his father has just been buried," said Kris.

"Shut up, you! I don't want to go home!" For a moment, Kris's mouth fell silent. He chose to lean on the couch. Lazy to argue with Julia's lover.

"Honey, I'll take you to the bar, okay," said Julia.

"I don't want to go home, I don't want to marry Savira," Dion joked. Julia and Kris looked at each other, a big question mark in Dion's best friend and boyfriend's heart.

"I'm your girlfriend, Dion. What the hell do you want to marry someone else!" Julia grumbled then pushed Dion's body so he lay down on the couch.

They are currently in the VIP room. The room where Julia, Kris, and Dion often drink together.

"I... I don't...."

Kring...

Before Dion could explain, his cell phone rang again. The man reached for a flat object that was in his trouser pocket. Regina's name was displayed on the screen.

"Who, Dion? Your lover!" accused Julia with wide eyes.

"No, Mommy called."

"Don't lie, okay, you must be cheating behind my back. Admit it!"

"It's up to you to believe it or not. I have a headache, don't add more problems to my life."

Dion put his phone on the table. His behavior infuriated Julia even more. It didn't take long for the phone to sing again, again from the same number.

Julia glanced at Dion, her hand quickly took her lover's cell phone. The suspicion that had been present faded in an instant.

"Your mother, Dion."

Julia gave the cellphone after sliding the cellphone image up. Dion lazily pressed a flat object to his right ear.

"What? Dion said he didn't want to, right!"

"Hurry home, Dion! Or you will be poor forever!"

"What!" Eyes that had been closed suddenly opened wide. Dion quickly stood up and walked outside. The effect of drinking too much makes Dion's steps stagger.

"Want me to take you, honey?" she offered.

"I can do it myself," Dion said and walked away again.

The white-skinned man walked while holding onto the wall and chair. Occasionally he almost bumped into a waiter or a passer-by.

"Walk with your eyes, wow!" Shouted a man who had just been nudged by Dion.

Without saying sorry Dion continued to walk out of the club.

Inside the VIP room, Julia fell silent. Dion's words kept ringing in his ears.

"Do you know who Savira is, Kris?" asked Julia, staring intently at the clear mantle of the man next to her.

"As far as I remember, Savira is the name of Dion's future stepmother."

"What!"

Dion's four-wheeled vehicle drove at moderate speed. Occasionally he had to stop because he felt an increasingly throbbing head. After getting better enough, Dion returned to running his car.

A truck was traveling at high speed from the opposite direction. Dion's slightly medium vehicle made the truck accidentally hit Dion's car. The sudden friction knocked Dion's car off balance.

BRUUG

Dion's car hit a utility pole, the impact was strong enough to knock the man unconscious.

People flock to the crash site. Forming a circular pattern surrounded Dion's car.

"It can't be opened, the person has fainted inside!" shouted someone, looking from the window.

People started busy opening car doors that were locked from the inside. But no one can open it.

The sound of police cars rang in my ears. One by one people stepped aside to make way for the police officers.

One policeman tried to open the car door using a screwdriver. It took ten minutes for the car door to open.

"Move! Move!" shouted a policeman while carrying Dion's body and laying him on a gurney in the typical hospital car.

The sound of sirens swept away the vehicle in front of the ambulance. The ambulance drove at high speed towards the nearest hospital.

Savira sat pensively on the chair in front of the doctor's table. The emergency room was quiet because there were no patients, you know, the clock was already showing midnight. Only emergency patients come in the middle of the night like this.

"You are not hungry, Ra?" asked Bram, the doctor on duty who was sitting right in front of him.

The woman with the blue hijab was silent, Bram's question was like a gust of wind that made her sleep even deeper. His mind drifted to think of Purnawan who had just been buried today.

Savira lowered her head, not feeling grain by grain falling down the woman's cheek. The image of being together with Purnawan flashed again as if toying with the heart of this woman who still likes to be alone.

Bram shook his head when he saw his subordinate's behavior. A corner of his heart pinched as he watched Savira cry. But the other corner of his heart laughed happily. Purnawan's death made the move to win Savira's heart wide open.

Bram slowly stood up and walked closer to his idol.

"Savira, are you okay?"

Savira was startled when a hand touched her shoulder. Thinking too much about Purnawan made him unable to focus on his surroundings.

"Y-yes, Doc," the woman stammered.

Savira quickly wiped away the traces of tears that stuck to her cheeks.

"Sorry, Doc. I...." Savira suddenly became silent, she didn't know what to answer.