Let God Pay The Remaining Bill

Let God Pay The Remaining Bill

The sun was so friendly as it smiled to the multitude on a school field, spreading its happiness around into blue. On the field below a scalled-off tree in autumn, there were some students chasing a round rubber enthusiastically. The ball was moved from foot to foot, dragged by somebody’s foot, and shooted by somebody else foot. The players were playing happily as it’s reflected from the sweat and smiles they brusted when they could break their enemy’s defence through. The sun which was hanging on the sky made they looked so exotic when its shine touched their tanned skin.

I was 13 years old at that time, when everything seemed so splendid in my eyes as my life was full of affection either from people surroundings me or people I loved. I was staring the guys who were on the beat to score the game while waiting for my turn. Deep in my secret ocean, refusal and pressure to join the play crumbled each other down as I had to play the game while my heart didn’t interested in at all. Honestly, I really wanted to walk out from the field and went to cafetaria where I could coddle my stomach.

“Wisnu, don’t forget to come down to the meeting this afternoon”, said my friend next to me. It was breaking the loneliness in my mind and grabbed it out of the fight.

“O Ok, what things are we going to talk about?” I asked tremblingly as my heart was beating so quick.

“I don’t know. Do you want me to find out what they are?”, asked my friend guiltily when he realised that he had made me shock. He was my best friend. We were always in the same group when my teachers asked us to make a group. We did everything together, even I always sit next to him since I was in the seventh grade. He was one of the people who could make my heart in full blossom every day.

“Let’s find them together. Ah, it’s Rina, the person in charge for the event”, I said when I saw a woman passed a small road which usually full of creeping car in the morning.

“Rina..Rina!” my friend shouted when we were passing the field. I was accustomed to put my arm on his shoulder to express my sincere friendship to him, and so did he. Then we asked Rina about the meeting which was going to be conducted in two hours this afternoon.

“O, we are going to compile the proposal for the event”, she said while walking in hurry as she had to attend a class.

Knowing that she had to sraightening out a matter quickly, we didn’t ask for the details, moreover our turns had come. We needed to join the football. Suddenly, another person who lead the event called us. He reminded us to come to the regular meeting this afternoon. We were so confused at that time whether to talk to the man or join the football, so we answered the request while walking to the field.

"Creeeccch..." suddenly a shocking sound came into my ears. My leg felt so stiff and painful. Then I looked at my leg to find out what happened to my leg. A round big black rubber was lying idly next to my small leg. I could smell the tire perfectly as my nose was so close to the tire. A drop of my sweat fell onto my hand which was lying on the road. My heart was beating so fast as it brought all my words into the air. I touch the bumper of the blue car which was torturing my leg. I saw my friend was rubbing his feet as it felt so terrible. Suddenly, all the people on the field came to us. We were surrounded by the people as a sugar surrounded by the ants. They were trying to pull my friends and I who were half-under the car out. They lift us up and brought us to the medical room to get the first aid as soon as possible.

I could feel the pain was crawling from my leg, I couldn’t say anything for it was so torturing. After I got the first aid, my teacher asked me and my friend to go home and took a rest. Then after five minutes waiting, my brother picked me up to my home. He was so worried about me. He didn’t ask anything to me because he knew that it would make my leg became more painful. As soon as we arrived, my brother picked up the telephone and called my parents who were on duty outside the city. My Mom didn’t say anything when she heard this bad news while my Dad was so horrifying panic, more over when he knew that I didn’t want to talk to him because of the terrible pain. In this critical moment, my Dad asked my mother to go home as quick as possible.

“Huft, finally I know the answer of my messy feeling this morning”, she said while she was packing her clothes.

“Did you feel something?” asked my Dad who was so panic.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t find the answer until I heard that our son got an accident”, she said faintly.

After making sure that everything had already packed well, my Dad ran the car quickly so that they could arrive in my city as soon as possible. Fortunately nothing was happened along their journey. It took almost ten hours to beat all traffic jam and the distance from Yogyakarta to Bekasi, where I lived at that time. I couldn’t feel better when I saw my parents’ faces came home safely. They asked me to tell the incident honestly so that they could decide what did they have to do next. After knowing the whole story, my Mom called my friend’s mother and asked her to come to my school in the following day.

In the following day, my Dad and Mom as well as my friend’s parents came to school. They met the principal of my school and asked her to find the driver who hitted me and my friend. When my parents came home, my mother said, “You know, your school was full of police troop. It’s out of the blue that your friend’s father is the head of Central Jakarta Police Quarter. He promises us to find the driver as soon as possible”.

It needed less than a day to find the driver. The driver lived in his brother’s house near my school. He worked for his brother as the driver for his brother’s children. It was quite awkward that my parents didn’t get angry at all when they received the information that the police had already found the driver, more over when they knew that he was not as lucky as his brother. When the driver gave the compensation for his mistake, my Mom refused it. However the driver insisted on giving it to me, so my Mom took a half of his compensation to appreciate his good will. When I asked my Mom why did she only took a half of the compensation, even the amount of money was too small if I compared it to the bill that my parents had to pay for my surgery. She said to me, “Let God pays the remaining bill”. []