Fly 6
So what's your name?" The policeman asked after he borrowed the empty treatment room to talk.
"Quitta."
Kevlar watched their interactions closely.
"Do you have an ID card or other valid identity card?"
"There is an ID card."
"Let me see."
"Have you contacted your parents or guardians?" The policeman continued, carefully examining Quitta's identity card.
"Not yet."
"Have you got a driver's license?"
Quitta nodded and again showed her motorcycle and car license.
Then the police officer turned to Kevlar and asked him the same.
"I should have said this to your parents, but since you're 18 years old, it's considered an adult to discuss this matter this is purely an accident caused by the negligence of the driver, but the car owner is willing to pay for treatment and replace the cost of repairing your motorbike. So if you agree to make peace, this matter will end here and there is no need to go to the police station." Explained the cop, turning back to Quitta.
"I agree." Quitta's quick reply made Kevlar stunned. Part of his heart was not willing to immediately end this meeting.
The injuries from the collision did not make Quitta seriously injured. Only scuffs on the arms and bruises on the ankles. But Quitta began to feel aches and pains all over his body. Makes him want to lie down immediately.
"Do I need to agree on a stamp to make it more convincing?" The policeman repeated, looking at Quitta intently, avoiding any further charges.
Quitta glanced briefly at Kevlar, and said, "No need. I just want the bike delivered to my address."
A sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the empty clinic corridor.
"Qitt!!" The loud voice caught the attention of the people present.
"What happened, are you okay?" Half panicked Farah asked her best friend.
"Who are you?" asked the police officer.
"I'm Farah, her friend." She said breathlessly glancing at Quitta.
"How do you know?"
"I called her!" Quitta answered quickly.
Quitta whispered to Farah, and she responded with a nod.
"When everything is done, I want to take my friend home, she needs rest," said Farah.
"Okay, since there are no more problems, everyone can go home. Regarding your motorbike, Mr.Kevlar will contact the repair shop to fix the damage. Later you can get in touch with him to find out more about your motorbike."
Quitta looked back at Farah.
"Was the damage severe?"
"We haven't confirmed it yet, later when it is brought to the repair shop we will immediately know how much damage it has." Clear police.
Kevlar who had been suddenly quiet since the trip nodded in agreement. He only answered questions briefly, and as necessary.
"Where's your business card?" Farah asked Kevlar.
"Then give me your cell phone number." Kevlar said swiftly after giving his business card.
After reciting a series of numbers she had memorized by heart, Farah led Quitta out of the way to the car that would take them home.
"Come on, Tessa is waiting for us in the car," Farah said, to which Quitta nodded.
"How can it crash, what's the story?" Farah asked after the two were in the car.
"Uh-oh, the story is that I want to cross in front of the ice cream shop that we usually go to. the car is still a bit far, so I decided to cross right away."
"Continue?"
"What I heard earlier was that the person was sleeping, so he couldn't focus. Even though I gave the turn signal, and sounded the horn too because I thought the person wasn't seeing it. And my feelings are right, he not seeing it."
"Thank goodness you weren't seriously injured. Have you called your mom?!"
Quitta shook her head.
Farah did not ask further, because she already understood the situation.
"Which one is injured?" Tessa asked, hands on the steering wheel and looking straight ahead, joining in.
"One leg and the other on the elbow, the other one is just a small scratch."
"Where did you end up, why did you turn there?" continued Tessa.
"After the mini-market next to the ice cream shop, I have to buy something there," Quitta answered.
"Fortunately the roads are not crowded anymore," Tessa said, glancing briefly at the back seat where Quitta was sitting.
"Yeah, I also thought that the collision would be severe, I already gave up." Said Quitta.
"It looks like the car that crashed into it was also damaged, did you see it earlier? The one in navy color."
"Navy color? The one parked in front of the security post?" Ask Farah.
"Hu-oh," Tessa answered with a nod of her head.
"How do you know?" Farah asked doubtfully.
"That's the car." Quitta agreed.
"Well! I know because people were talking about it earlier. And I saw the front body was damaged, but it wasn't too bad. It's just that, for a car that expensive, the repair costs must be high too."
"Never mind, looks like he has a lot of money!" Farah said.
Arrived at Quitta's house, Farah immediately took Quitta to her room and helped her change the school uniform she was still wearing. She laid Quitta who looked tired and waited for her best friend to fall asleep.
The message notification sound on her cellphone sounded as she stepped out of the room. A message from a foreign number was immediately read by her.
"Your motorcycle is dented on the side and the handlebars are a bit bent, the left headlight is broken and the mirror is off both. According to the repair shop, it won't take long, tomorrow will be fine. I will make sure all the damage is repaired. I'll let you know later how things are going." The message read.
"Okay thank you, waiting for further news," Farah replied.
"From who? You look so serious," asked Tessa, who had just come out of the bathroom.
"The crasher was talking about the motorbike."
"What did he say?"
"The damage wasn't too bad, tomorrow will be fine."
"Tsk, fortunately, the person is in charge. If not, I would have been cursed earlier." Tessa said as she walked away.
Farah is still at Quitta's house waiting for Anastasia to come home. Meanwhile, Tessa went home early because her mother called her to come home soon.
When Anastasia arrived two hours later, Farah immediately recounted what had happened to Quitta.
Anastasia is shocked and immediately sees Quitta's condition.
"Sorry for didn't tell you earlier, Quitta just didn't want to worry you. After all, her wound isn't that bad, she was already receiving treatment and the doctor allowed her to go home."
"I had repeatedly asked her not to ride a motorbike. But she never listens." Anastasia says, allowing Quitta to rest.
As soon as she leaves Quitta's room, Anastasia looks depressed. Farah is sure that even though their relationship is not harmonious, the bond between mother and child will not change.
"Quitta just doesn't want to bother you. At least by riding a motorbike she can go anywhere without having to be picked up." Farah replies, trying to calm Anastasia down.
"Nonetheless, if it's like this how can you be calm. But I'm sure she won't give up."
Farah just listens, confused to answer Anastasia's words. Moreover, she knows how the relationship between mother and child.
"Since you're home, I'll say goodbye first. Tomorrow I will give a leave letter from the doctor to the homeroom teacher."
"Aren't you staying? Just sleep here, so I will call your Mom later."
"No need, I have school work to do. Tomorrow I'll be here again with Tessa after school. Is it okay? You don't bother?"
"Ah, what's the hassle? It also seems Quitta's condition isn't too bad. Well, if you're not going to stay, be careful on the road, thanks for accompanying Quitta, greetings to your Mom."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Farah walks towards the exit, escorted by Anastasia.
While Quitta, who had not yet fully fallen asleep, could hear their every conversation. Her hands clenched every time she heard Anastasia's words, her hatred was unstoppable again.