ACCIDENT

It was a sunny morning, Haruna and her father went out together. They went to the house of the late Mila, one of the employees at a restaurant owned by Kamal, Haruna's adoptive father. Haruna turned on her favorite automatic motorcycle. The motorbike was a motorbike he bought two years ago using his salary from where he worked. Haruna brought his father because the man could not ride a motorcycle. 

"Pa, Mila what's sick?" Haruna stopped at a red light. He invited his father to chat while waiting for the green light to come on.

"I don't know. Mila always complained of stomach pain," Kamal replied.

Beside Haruna's motorbike, a shiny black car stopped. In the back seat sat a man in a black suit. The man was so serious turning over the files in his lap. The light turned green, and the driver immediately stepped on the gas. But just as the driver stepped on the gas pedal, he heard the sound of something falling.

"Oh my God," said the driver spontaneously.

"Why, sir?" The man closed the file on his lap and placed it on the side seat.

"So, Mr. Chris, it looks like I hit the motorbike on the side," said the driver.

"What?" Chris was surprised, he then turned to the side.

Chris immediately got off, followed by the driver behind. The motorbike that Chris' car hit turned out to be Haruna's motorbike. Haruna fell with his motorbike. Haruna suddenly became the center of attention. The motorcyclists who saw Haruna fall immediately helped Haruna and her father. There were also many people passing by stopping to look and helping to wake Haruna's motorbike.

"Excuse me, excuse me," said Cris, stepping through the crowd of people surrounding Haruna.

Haruna stood up and lowered her slightly raised skirt. Haruna's knee was scratched from hitting the asphalt. He didn't care about his condition, what he was worried about was Kamal, his father. He immediately approached and asked about the condition of his father.

"Papa is fine, right?" Haruna checked from top to bottom.

"Papa is okay. How about your leg? Do you need treatment?" Kamal looked at Haruna's blistered knee.

Chris managed to break through the crowd of people surrounding Haruna. Chris stood still for a moment, staring at Haruna's face, which gleamed in the morning sun. He came to his senses after a few people started making noise.

"You own the car, right?" One of them asked.

"Yes, that's right. He's the one. You have to take responsibility!" the other said.

"Relax, gentlemen, I will be responsible. Sir and Madam, forgive my driver's negligence. Let me take you to the hospital," said Chris to Haruna and Kamal.

"It's okay, just a small wound. I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry," replied Haruna as she got on her motorbike and started the engine. Kamal followed up behind Haruna.

"You hurt your knee, Miss. Let me take you to the hospital first," Chris insisted.

Haruna just smiled and drove away with his motorbike. Chris stared at Haruna leaving. There was a strange feeling in Chris' heart as if he didn't want to see Haruna go.

"Master Chris, shall we go now?" asked the driver, interrupting his daydream.

"Oh, yeah. Tsk, I forgot to ask his name." Cris turned and got back into his car. The driver immediately stepped on the gas, drove towards the office building of 'IZHAM Corporation'.

Chris smiled remembering Haruna's face. The look in the girl's eyes calmed Chris' heart. It was as if there were drops of morning dew that watered his long arid heart.

***

Haruna arrived at the funeral home, paid his respects briefly, then said goodbye to Kamal.

"Papa will stay here?" Haruna was escorted by Kamal out of the funeral home.

"Papa wants to accompany Kiara, it's a pity she doesn't have any relatives. After Mila's funeral, Papa will bring Kiara to live with us. Is that okay?" Kamal looked at Kiara who was playing.

"Of course, why not? Pa, Haruna is late. Haruna goes first," said Haruna. He immediately drove with his automatic motorbike.

***

A white luxury car stopped in the parking lot of Bank Berkah, the bank where Haruna works. A driver got down and opened the back door of the car. Seen a man wearing shiny black shoes, and a white suit that fits perfectly on his body. He got off and stood beside the car, for a moment he straightened his coat.

Haruna arrived at the parking lot, he parked his motorbike in a hurry. He walked out of the parking lot in a hurry because he was already late. Haruna walked with her head down while inserting her motorbike key. Not paying attention to the road, Haruna bumped into the man in the white coat.

Bruck.

"Ouch… Why am I so unlucky today!" Haruna bounced and fell to the ground, she grumbled.

Haruna wakes up and apologizes, she realizes it was her fault.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry," Haruna said sincerely.

But the man's answer was so cynical that it even seemed to lower Haruna's self-esteem.

"Hey, Miss. You think this dirty trick will work on me." The man sneered with an emphasis in his tone.

"Huh! What did you say, sir? Tricks? Oh, my. I sincerely apologize and what did you say? Tricks. Just so you know, arrogant and haughty master. Without me playing any tricks, many men chase after me. You, not my ideal type of guy. I'm older than you after all. You should have spoken more politely." Haruna turned to leave, leaving the man feeling annoyed.

"He said I'm not his type? I, Tristan Izham Putra, every girl's dream man, conqueror of the richest and most handsome women like me, he said not his type? How dare he look down on me! You don't know who you are dealing with! You will pay dearly for your words today!" Tristan said threateningly.

Haruna immediately stood behind the teller desk. The customers who were waiting in line had already filled the seats in front of the teller desk. Haruna immediately serves customers according to the queue number.

Tristan entered the bank, he glanced sharply at Haruna. If Tristan's eyes were like sharp objects, then his gaze could be likened to a samurai sword, which can slash a human's neck with one slash.

"Mr. Tristan, please come in. The director is waiting for you in his office."

Tristan followed the secretary who greeted him. A sexy and seductive female secretary, the secretary walked deliberately swaying her body in front of Tristan. Tristan just smiled at him, he was used to dealing with women who deliberately teased him.

But Tristan's smile suddenly disappeared, remembering Haruna's words. Remembering it made Tristan feel bad. He clenched his fists tightly.

Levi, his assistant who was walking behind him, shuddered at the sight of Tristan's fists which were clenched in anger. Levi felt that Tristan was like an active volcano that was about to erupt. Tristan's anger means a terrible disaster that will be faced by Haruna and his family.

*TO BE CONTINUED*