The Setra Backhouse
CHAPTER 33. I AM HERA, MY ORIGIN IS FROM MEDAN

I was holding the wheel, while Sumadi was busy looking for the data of the woman in the back seat in a fainting state, from the small bag carried by the fainted woman.

“Eh No name is not Herawati, but Hera Rahmadani c*k” said Sumadi while looking at the card of the woman who was fainting

“Lha was there Herawati name what is Di?”

“That was earlier from the member card of the reading park.. uh maybe like a kind of library that No”.

“Wakakak may have a friend of her whose name is Herawati No, maybe Hera Rahmadani this minjem library card to either minjem apa” book

I parked the car at the entrance…..

“Single accident victims on IB pak” road, Sumadi replied in the administration after we input the victim named Herawati into the ER

“Sorry sir. Does BP*S not apply to accident victims?”ask Sumadi

“BP*S bear for single accident financing pak” replied the hospital attendant

The woman, who is likely a student or worker from the city of Medan, had begun to wake up, she was not seriously injured, just a temple and a few abrasions on her wrist.

Sumadi and I are still waiting for the woman who is still in the ER, even though she is already human. A doctor came out to us after an examination.

“Victim's condition is fine sir. He fainted probably due to a fall and stumbled on the sidewalk, but for now, the results of the examination while he was fine Pak” said the doctor who examined Hera

“Let's take my fathers to the victim, maybe one or two hours this victim is allowed to go home after he rest for a while here”

“You'll No, I'll just wait here. If he is healthy, we take him to his place of residence, we will take care of his vehicle

“Iya Di, later I talk to the woman it”

When me and the doctor were already in the ER room, it turned out that the mother whose name was Hera was sitting in the gurney of patients in the ER room.

“Mother if still dizzy do not sit down first. This is the father who saved the mother and brought the mother here” said the doctor who was with me.

“Mbak, I'm Paino, I brought mbak here, and the motorcycle mbak safe, we entrust to the expedition office which is next to the position mbak last accident single”

The woman or better we call Mbak Hera said a lot of thanks, and she already felt healthy. He asked to be escorted home, to his brother's house, where he had been living.

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“Call me Hera sir, I am from Medan, I am here working in my brother's company”

“Oh we think it's a student…. It turned out to work yes mbak”

“Iya sir...”

“Oh yes.... bag and all the equipment are there, but I did not find the phone mbak Hera”

“Iya sir, it was Hera on the way home, because Hera's phone missed the pack, Hera felt that the rear wheel was a bit deflated, but Hera thought there would be no problem pak”

The woman who asked to be called Hera was allowed to go home with a bandage on her head. But if he feels dizzy and nauseous, he should come to this hospital again.

Now that we're in the car, we drive Hera to where she lives here.

The woman who wears this hijab is pretty enough for her age. Not too high and not too full, just right to see.

Her parents are from Java, but since she was a teenager the family moved to Medan, but it turns out that the fate of Hera should be stranded here, because she had to work in a company owned by her brother.

He also said he lived with his brother. Instead of costing, he said here expensive if you have to spend, different from outside the island, costing cheap.

“Eh sir Sumadi and Pak Paino, I can ask for your mobile number?” ask Hera in the back seat of the car

“Mbak Hera understands Javanese or regional language mbak?” ask Sumadi

“Both I understand sir, even three regional languages I understand...

“Eh that road in front of it later turn left yes sir...” said Hera.

“Oh yes mbak Hera, this is the phone number that can be contacted at the place where we leave the motor mbak Hera” said Sumadi

“Iya sir thank you. I say many thanks for saving me and taking me to the hospital”

“These fathers will be here until when, and here stay at which hotel?”

“We don't know if we are here until when mbak, depending on the completion of our work mbak heheheh, we stay at hotel C mbak”

“Tomorrow afternoon I want to go to the hotel where you stay, tomorrow afternoon father is at the hotel right?”

“Insyaallah noon tomorrow we are at the hotel mbak Hera”

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“Hehehe already this afternoon Di, we continue to take a walk aja yuk, enjoy the night in this city”

“Iya No, it feels happy and relieved also yes can save people kayak mbak Hera it No”

We continued to K beach after driving Hera to where she lived, she stayed at her brother's house, and she worked with her brother as well.

At first glance I had asked the business field where he worked, but he did not want to answer specifically. He just said serving delivery of goods abroad for foreign buyers who buy goods from here.

“Wah if I still work in freight forwarding, I can cooperate with mbak Hera No hehehe” said Sumadi

“Lho you can actually also work with him Di, yes only as a realtor aja kan”

“Wah nek just makelaran I males No, full plunge accompany guests from outside to hunt for the goods he was looking for it more fun”

It did not feel we were close to the beach K, the situation here was night, there was no sunset anymore, but at least could walk on the beach, than could not at all.

“Well no papa ya Di, than not here at all. We park here”

I'm looking for a nice place to sit around, a place a little away from the hustle and bustle of music and a beachside cafe.

Tonight Sumadi and I sat on the sand of the beach facing towards the sea. There was a sense of calm and how when the sea breeze hit my face, let alone hear the sound of waves pounding.

I don't know how comfortable it feels to be here, even at night. But it might feel better to be here at night than during a hot day.

We were sitting on the sand of the beach, in this calm state I didn't know I felt anything warm inside me, like there was energy from the veins heading in all directions.

Uh not energy anyway. But it feels like something is moving, it's just a slow movement from the middle and spread throughout my body it feels a bit warm.

I continued to enjoy the wind, the smell of the sea and the sound of the waves crashing at night, we sat facing south, to the south sea.

I idly saw Sumadi who from just now was just silent….

Sumadi is sleeping. He lay on the sand and closed his eyes. I think Sumadi is also enjoying what nature presents this K beach to us.

Like there is energy coming with the wind and waves, every time there is a gust of wind and waves coming, I feel something warm in my body.

Like someone was getting in or getting absorbed by my body, like as if I was feeling an extra energy, or something. Anyway it feels different.