Epilog

Hey, my name is Diana Wiguna. I am 19 years old. I am currently registered as a medical student at the University of Brawijaya, Indonesia. I am not from a rich family, but I managed to enter this prestigious university because of a scholarship.

Because my parents are not wealthy, I have to work to fulfill my daily needs while in Malang and help my parents' economy. I work at a boutique as a saleswoman. My daily life is to go to college and work. Not the slightest thought in my mind to establish love. remembering my situation

That day, as usual I walked to the " Angkot" base, the name of public transportation that is commonly found in Indonesia. After 230 meters I walked, I was finally able to sit my butt in the Angkot. After changing Angkot twice, I had to walked to the Olympic Garden Mall, where my boutique shop was located.

Having only spent about 200 meters, I saw "Bule", that's how we, Indonesian, called Caucasian race man, injured after a mugging. The backpack he carried was run by 2 men riding motorbikes.

I ran to him and helped him up. Lots of blood pouring down his arm. I take off the cardigan I wear and wrap the wound. stupid indeed, but I don't have any other fabric that I can use.

"Sir, come with me to the nearest clinic," I asked. He nodded and smiled.

'He still ... can smile with this much blood coming out?' I thought to myself

I called a " Becak" (rickshaw with man pedaling on the back) and took him to the nearest hospital. He only hissed when the wound was stitched.

' Wow amazing. he could endured the pain. if I were, I would have passed out. '

"How's the situation, Doc?" I asked the emergency room doctor who was on guard.

"Hahaha ... Diana, you don't seem not understand about it." answered dr. Bagas Nugraha, who is also my senior on campus. I just smiled shy to hear that

"Take this to the pharmacy. Take good care of your boyfriend. Don't let him hold you first, okay?" teased Bagas. my face turned red and my eyes were rounded hearing it.

"Brother! he's not my boyfriend!" I said. But, my senior just laughed and looked at me and the white guy with a teasing look. I'm really ashamed of it. I glanced at the white guy, and from his face, he did seems not understand what my seniors were saying

'Fortunately, Mr. Bule don't understand Indonesian Bahasa,' I thought.

I approached Mr. Bule who were still sitting on the ER emergency gurney.

"Sir, I'll go to the pharmacy first to get your medicine. Wait here, please." I said in very stiff English. it's known, this is the first time I use this international language to communicate with others. all this time, I only deepened this foreign language through film and news on television. Because for tutoring, I have no fees

He smiled sweetly that could make my heart stop. I cleared my throat and walked towards the pharmacy department.

I saw the contents of my wallet, ah, so sad. But, fortunately enough to pay for medicine and emergency care fees.

Sure enough, after I paid for all the medical expenses, my wallet became even more alarming.

"Looks like I have to take my savings again this time," I thought

I approached the man with the crew cut, sharp nose and sexy lips.

"Sir, let's go," I asked. He nodded, but when he was discharged, his face looked confused.

" Anything wrong, sir?"

"Ah, don't you pay first?" he asked me.

"Oh, it's done, sir. I know you lost your wallet and belongings. So it's OK. I've paid."

He was stunned to hear me.

" But I ..."

"Sir, don't worry about it. Now, where do you want me to take you? What hotel do you stay in?" I asked him again.

"Ah, thank you very much, Miss. I can go back to the hotel by myself. Thank you very much," he said with a smile

"All right, wait for me a moment here, please." I asked. He only nodded.

I ran to the ATM that happened to be provided by the hospital. with a heavy heart, I took my savings that originally to pay my rent boarding room.

I reinsert my ATM card to my wallet and fold the money and hold it. I ran back to Mr. Bule

"Sir, sorry for the long wait,"

"It's OK," he replied.

"Here, use it for your transportation and food. Sorry, I can only help that much." I took his big hand and slipped 7 hundred pieces of money in his hand.

He looked up and looked at me in surprise.

"No, miss. No need. I ..."

"I don't accept rejection. Take it even if it's not much. I have to go because I'm late for work. Bye"

I ran and leaving Mr. Bule with a smile. even though I had to lose a few hundred of my savings, never mind. As long as I can help those who need my help.

luckily the manager didn't scold me for being late. he only asked me to rearrange the stock in warehouse.

At 9 pm, we start preparing to close the boutique. I rearranged the clothes that began to fall apart on the display rack and sweep the floor.

Rita, my friend, as usual she only fix her makeup and not give me any hand. Although I do not like laziness, but she is my best friend and I like her cheerful personality.

At 10 pm, I said goodbye to the manager and went down to the lobby. Today, I walk to save money on my monthly budget that has exceeded the limit.

I installed the headset containing the lecture material that I got this morning, so that I could save time studying.

I was used to walking down the road that began to be deserted, but somehow, today I feel scared. I brushed aside the negative thoughts in my mind and went back to concentrating on listening to the voice of the lecturer in my cellphone recording.

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