The sound of sirens roaring through the streets made her immediately arrive at her destination. Esher's car just followed. Her thoughts were frantic, and she said many prayers quietly so that the victim would not be too severely injured. When she found someone passing quickly in front of her car, there was nothing she could do but press the brakes as hard as possible.

It was so strong that the squeak made so loud was heard by her, and a thump made her shiver suddenly. This time, she couldn't lose control again. Esther, Following the fast motion of the red and white striped car, was her focus.

She had to say many thanks to the few passersby, so she immediately alerted what action to take. Well, even if she has to deal with the police later. But at least she didn't run away from responsibility. And she is not drunk or under the influence of drugs. That's the most important.

It's all Dion's fault!

Damn that guy! It has caused heartache and also caused problems because it made her concentration disturbed. Ah, she should have accepted Melody's hand to take her. Base! How stupid she is! Regret even feels useless, right?

She settled. The matter with the police was resolved the next day. When the victim's family arrived, they did not allow Esher to go away from them. The police just wanted testimony from Esher the next day. Esher was grateful for the leniency it had given her. She couldn't imagine having to ask this and that in her current state.

"So you hit my son, huh?"

Esher was entirely unprepared to face her shoulder when she was suddenly hit by a handbag belonging to a middle-aged woman who looked like a frog in her eyes. Esher immediately apologized to God for mocking the woman's face, who was now staring at her fiercely. Esher just grimaced and nodded slowly in response.

At first, the family who came was only a man in an official suit who looked calm. The victim's wallet and small bag were handed over, and somehow, Esher didn't know what to do except for a brief introduction from her. Esher tried to remember her name if she was not mistaken... Bobby. Bobby Rennes. Yes, that's his name.

Bobby said that she didn't have to worry too much. At most, his cousin was just a concussion. Crazy, right? How could he be so relaxed? The trauma is terrible! Not only limited to abrasions and can be covered by plaster. Is not it? Esher shuddered when Bobby said that.

That's not much.

It was even more strange when she met a middle-aged woman who was reluctant to introduce herself, but Esher could guess that the victim's mother was wearing a bright red kebaya complete with a bun and eye-catching makeup. It was a beautiful woman who looked like that, and only, this was a hospital. Has this mother finished attending the event?

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to."

"Sorry, you say? If you can't drive, say so!"

Esher swallowed hard. She can drive. Getting a license named SIM is not a straightforward way for her. She volunteered back and forth to get the card. She chose to purse his lips. Her mother once said that there was no need to argue too much if she was in the wrong position. Answer as necessary instead of prolonging the problem like now.

"I don't want to know! You have to take responsibility for my son!"

Esher nodded. Indeed, that was what she had made up her mind about since she accidentally bumped into someone two hours ago. She didn't even remember that she should be in the boarding house right now; wash her face, eat dinner, pray, and sleep well because tomorrow would be a long day.

"Watch out if you run away from responsibility. Where's your ID card?"

"What do you do, ma'am?" Esher frowned in confusion.

"Make a guarantee that you don't run. As well as ATM cards, credit cards, driver's licenses, everything!"

"Hah?"

"Ma, don't be too much."

The voice coincided with Esher's surprise at the woman's request. As a guarantee, does she has to take out all the contents of her wallet? When Esher turned her head, the middle-aged man who looked still dashing approached them. Her smile was kind in contrast to the snorting woman turning her face away from Esher.

"What's your name?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Esher, sir." Esher smiled as much as she could, even though she was sure she shouldn't be smiling in the current situation.

"The doctor hasn't come out just to give me some information about my son, Esther?"

Esher's shoulders suddenly slumped. She was waiting anxiously and anxiously about the condition of the victim. "Not yet, sir."

The man who asked the questioner nodded briefly and approached the chatty woman earlier—rubbing the shoulder affectionately. Esher had heard a whisper from the man, maybe to calm her down. "Just be patient, Mom."

"Yeah, but it's still worrying, Pa."

The rest of Esher no longer heard their conversation. She prefers to sit on one of the available benches there. The hospital atmosphere was so tense for her. Maybe because she was shocked by what happened, Esther erased all the tension.

Esher was nauseous, smelling the smell of medicine also seemed to be in this place. A liter of disinfectant was poured. She heard the sound of life support devices that seemed very close to his sitting position. In addition, an aura of celibate despair was imprinted as she accidentally stared at one of the spaces where a group of people had appeared, pushing a gurney.

She was filled with anxiety to the highest degree. What if the victim he hit did not survive? What will happen next? Oh, Lord! She couldn't imagine that! She chose to stand as if a cup of black coffee without sugar could ease her evil thoughts. Hopefully.

***

"How come?"

Esher immediately took the phone away when she heard the hysterical scream from her sticky friend. It was nearing midnight, but Esher couldn't get over her anxiety. She sat in the cafeteria corner, ordering what was on her mind. A cup of black coffee without sugar. She finally chose to contact Melody. Her best friend must know what happened to her.

Maybe the friend has a solution or something. She needs someone to talk to. At least until she got the news that the victim was conscious and in good condition. Esher had doubts that Melody was already surfing in dreamland, but not. As soon as the first ringing tone sounded, Melody immediately picked up.

Esher briefly told her what had happened to her. That's what he remembered.

"You must be daydreaming! Where are you now? What about the person you hit? Are you injured or not? How did you get to the hospital?" On the other end, Melody asked without pause.

The woman was at a loss as to what to say. Everything Melody asked was still like a dream to him. She couldn't even remember how she got here. What's in her head now is that the victim immediately regained consciousness, and the doctor was able to give some comforting news. Maybe after that, he can collect the scattered memory left behind.

"I don't know, Di. I'm so frantic," sobbed Esher. He couldn't stand it in the end.

"Yes, I'm following, okay?"

"No need. It is late. Don't come here tomorrow, okay? My friend."

"Okay. Remember, you do not take reckless action. You're just sitting in the canteen first, however. The important thing is that you take a break, even if it's for a while. It's not okay for you to drive to the boarding house."

"Yes."

"Don't be okay with that!"

"Yeah." Esher rolled her eyes lazily but slowly wiped the tears that had fallen from her eyes. Melody's chatter made her relax a little. Maybe Melody's chatty voice is just what she needs right now.

"T-Rex!"

Esher laughed. "I'll go back to the action room first, okay? Who knows? Already aware. Help prayer, yes. I hope people don't get seriously injured." He drank the rest of the coffee like drinking plain water. "Don't let me go to court. I'm horrified, Dy."

"Yeah, I'll help pray from here."

After paying for a cup of coffee earlier, he rushed to the original place. Along the way to get there, he said many prayers. He could have chosen to return to the boarding house and wait for news. But he couldn't act like that. She was afraid. If only it happened to him or one of his family members and just left. Who doesn't know?

Arriving there, the two people were still faithfully waiting there. It seems the victim is a favorite child. The evidence is not there for a second they both leave the child. A hint of jealousy haunted him, but she still gave thanks. Even though her parents are no longer complete, Mom pours out her love for him. Even her sister, Disti.

It was more than enough.

"I thought you ran away," said the middle-aged woman sarcastically.

Esher just smiled a little in response. "No, ma'am. I am still here."

"You have to!"

"Mom," warned the middle-aged man earlier.

They were both like heaven and earth. Esher thought so. One is calm and friendly, while the other is fiery and tends to be dismissive with a cynical attitude. Experience in dealing with various types of customers made Esher begin to analyze how to deal with both of them.

"Pa, Noel is our only child. What if why? I don't know how bad the wound is. Later, what will it be if Mommy's amazingly handsome child is disabled, scratched, or something? Who will take responsibility if not this girl?"

Esher gaped at all the words that came out just now. Is this the mother seriously saying that? Oh, Lord! How can you think like that? While remembering this was a hospital and it felt unethical to do so, Esher just smiled. Esther wants to laugh also only up to the throat. She didn't want to do anything wrong. Maybe no longer a bag that will approach his shoulder. It could be the bun worn by the mother that was thrown on her wrinkled face.