Terror Waiting Factory
Tragedies

"You got sick feet, Feb?"Hesty watched Febry who was twitching his ankle.

"Lumayan, but g is terrible."

"I'm sorry, because of me you're sick," Hesty felt bad.

"No papa, Hes. You fell too, must have been sick."

"Fine is it." Hesty resumed her work in front of the computer. Work hours passed two hours ago, and soon will be Maghrib.

Hesty looked to tidy up her desk to get ready to go home, as did Febry.

Febry's phone rang, his face sparkling as he read the caller's name. He wanted to speak immediately but realized there was still Hesty beside him.

"Assalamualaikum, are you home?" Baritone from there.

"Waalaikumsallam, no sir, uh mas." Febry glanced at Hesty who was eavesdropping on her conversation.

"Cock tumben call mas?"

Febry just laughed a little because he was afraid of being caught by Hesty, if the one who called him at this time was Mr. Ardi.

"Your feet hurt so much, Feb? If it hurts so much, let me drive you home, you put your bike in the office."

"No papa, you can still, Hes."

"really? I was first."

Febry nodded in agreement. Febry also rushed to get ready to go home.

"Why you?" Mr. Ardi who heard their conversation from behind the phone was curious.

"So we slipped down with the sir, the rich left leg I sprained" said Febry while walking out of the office with a limp step.

"Couldn't you? Do you keep going home by yourself? Why did I go to Hesty by car? Motorcycle you let in the office."

"No sir, ngerepotin. Is this gonna turn the phone off or what?"

"I'm just on the phone, you're wearing a headset too, right?"

"Yes." Yeah." Febry then turned on his motorbike, his left leg was very painful because of Hesty's body when they fell earlier.

"So long really active g sir?"

"Yes, yesterday hp had a problem, so g can ngabarin you. Kengen huh?"

"Eeengga, it's just hard to do the work," said Febry, when in fact he was very curious and felt lonely because Mr. Ardi had no news at all.

From the office to Febry's house, it took almost an hour. While passing through a fairly quiet street, Febry saw someone who wanted to cross the street. Surprised, Febry then braked suddenly his motorbike, his sick leg was not strong enough to withstand the load and make the motor he was riding slippage tires then hit the sidewalk of the road.

(Bruuukkkkkkkkk)

"Yetoooo." Febry shouted, before he fell and lost consciousness.

****

"Alhmdulillah you are conscious." Mother stroked the head of her daughter who was already awake.

Slowly Febry opened his eyes, his father, mother and sister were nearby. The look of an anxious face was reflected.

"Ouch." Febry complained, when he noticed his wrist on the bandage.

"Don't move much first, your hands are torn, finished in sewing, five stitches," explained the mother.

"Yahhh, not smooth anymore. Ntar could not use a tank top," complained Febry, then got a small pinch from his mother.

"Huss, you've just had it all," said the mother. As for the father, just shake his head because he saw his daughter's hand.

"Tonight you're in the hospital first, tomorrow morning you can go home." Bright mother, while tidying up her child's blanket. Febry just nodded his head, Karen he himself still felt pain in his hands and body.

Febry grabbed his cell phone lying next to his body. The screen looked cracked and could not be turned on.

***

While lying in the room, Febry looked busy looking at the face with the small glass in his hand. He looked closely at his face, whether there were any injuries from the incident last night.

He was grateful that there were only small scratches on his head. But his right hand had to be sewn and his leg still felt pain to make him walk with his legs limped.

"Feb. There's a guest."

"Who, Ma?" Febry was curious because he had just returned from the hospital had already arrived guests.

With a limp step Febry walked into the living room. His pupils were rounded in surprise with the guests coming.

"Sir Ardi?"

"Aren't you papa? Can you walk?" Mr. Ardi intends to help Febry but the girl conditions it with his hand if he can.

"Lohh, you shouldn't go home on Sunday, why did you go home today?"

"Where I want to go home, you're in a gini accident," Mr. Ardi watched Febry closely. There was a bandage on the hand of the girl in his heart, and Febry's face looked slightly swollen and pale.

"Just good it's just this."

"Goddess..Heleh, that was also yesterday crying," said the mother who appeared from the kitchen while bringing drinks and some snacks.

"Mom, not."

"You're half conscious, melek whimpering in pain. Tomorrow afternoon we massage first let you eat."

"Tomorrow let me give you the incandescent Mom." Mr. Ardi offered, and was assented by the mother.

Febry still can't believe if Mr. Ardi came home early just because he was worried about him.