That man is my husband
Not A Coincidence

Zain pov

This morning the weather was so bright, the sun was so dashing that it illuminated the world. Right now I'm getting ready to go to college, where I'm a lecturer. Being a lecturer is actually not my goal, because what I aspire to now I have achieved, Architecture. I was forced to become a lecturer because of an incident.

That night I went home from work, monitoring the construction of the office building I was handling. Tiredness, which has kept me from concentrating on driving the car. I was sleepy, even the umpteenth time my car almost went off track.

I just kept driving the car, I thought, just a few more turns, I got home. It turned out that my mind was bringing misfortune to me. When my car turned to the right, from the opposite direction came a motor suddenly. I was shocked, the reflex of my car slamming the steering wheel to the left, but, it failed. My car body had already nudged the driver of the motorbike, until he turned and hit the sidewalk.

Then I immediately put the brakes on the car, until the sound of squeaking car tires rubbing against the asphalt. I was shocked, the eyes that had been sleepy immediately disappeared. Before getting out of the car, I peeked first from behind the rearview mirror of the car. There was no movement, making me shocked, so I immediately opened the seat belt and ran towards the driver of the motorbike.

I checked his heart until it was safe, he was alive. Knowing the driver was still alive, I called an ambulance.

Now I sit on the hospital bench. Waiting for the family to come. Capitalize the victim's mobile phone, and the last call is listed my wife's name, then without hesitation I immediately dial the number. Half an hour later, the doctor came out with the arrival of the victim's family.

The doctor explained the state of the victim, thankfully there was nothing too serious about the victim's injuries. The victim suffered broken legs and hands. I entered the room of the victim who I knew his name was Mr. Sumarto. The middle-aged man was asleep on the ward. I approached Mr. Sumarto, with the intention of apologizing and will bear all the hospital expenses. And I explained everything that happened, so I couldn't avoid this accident.

So gently, Mr. Sumarto and his wife refused my offer. He said it was not entirely my fault, he was also wrong because he had speeded the road that turned. For the hospital fee, he also said no need, because we can still afford it.

"Sorry son Zain, it is not your intention to refuse your help. You can still afford to pay the hospital fees, Nak Zain did not bother. But, you only ask one request from nak Zain" said Mr. Sumarto seriously.

"What is that sir? god willing I will fulfill."

Mr. Sumarto glanced towards the very wife, probably wanting to ask her opinion and in the very nod of the wife.

"Father of a lecturer, and hearing the explanation of son Zain earlier, if Nak Zain is an Architect." Sumarto paused his words, "If possible, would Zain replace him as a lecturer, at least until my broken legs and hands are healed?"

I seem to think, considering the request of Mr. Sumarto. I thought, maybe this is one way to make amends . Become a lecturer who is in accordance with my skills.

"Alright sir, I'm ready."

"Thank you, I'll contact the rector about a temporary replacement later. And once I get the green light, I'll call Zain."

After a month of my new profession, I felt comfortable. Although I have to divide my time to go to campus and handle the projects I am working on.

With passion, I drove a pajero car. Splitting the capital city crowd at work time like this, jammed. It's not strange anymore is not it, maybe even everyone knows the capital city is the center of congestion. My car started to go smoothly when I turned the road to campus. Because the road to the campus, not a solid road vehicle so safe.

Car speed I lowered, when I saw the motor sport it to the campus where I was teaching. So, it would not be too difficult to find them and reprimand them. The motor sport stopped right in front of the campus gate. While I stopped the car on the side of the road, with the intention of wanting to see them from a distance. After knowing the people, then I'll reprimand them. And it looks like the person in the bonceng looks grumpy shortly after he got off the motor sport. Maybe feel unaccepted in brought.

From the car I noticed, the girl was like the person I accidentally hit, and I left when she was in pain. This is not a coincidence, but it is planned according to God's scenario. Now I can find him and I'll apologize.

A few minutes later the driver left, which means he is not a student here. Maybe it was the girl's boyfriend. I did not expect the girl who looks good and religious, had a boyfriend even to hug when in the bonceng earlier.

"Astagfirullah, what is wrong with me? why do I have a mind there? I've indirectly judged bad people." I'm not always privileged in my mind, thinking about something I don't deserve to think about and don't deserve to say, judging someone badly.

After the girl entered the campus arena, I then re-applied my car to the parking lot.

My surprise wasn't over, when I got to class. My eyes caught one of the girl's figures, the girl I accidentally hit. I think God really wants to keep me with him. Not only is it possible, but every day you will meet him.

I don't know what this feeling is, I've never been like this before. Except, admiring the founding figure of a fellow caring foundation who had not been destined to meet. Seeing him in one building with me made me feel bloated, but, when I saw him with another man, I didn't.

The lecture hours were over, I cleaned up the table, which was so messy by the students' quiz sheets of paper. After finishing I put it in the bag that I usually carry. I stood up and grabbed the levis jacket hanging on the chair, and did not forget my sunglasses.

I have a habit of wearing a jacket whether it's riding a car or riding a motorcycle, the jacket I never forget. After I thought everything was done, I walked to the parking lot. The atmosphere of the campus has begun to be quiet, there are only a handful of people.

Again and again my eyes caught the figure of the girl just now. He was sitting on his own, propping up his chin. Like he was waiting for someone, maybe that guy. I thought for a moment, maybe it's the right time for me to apologize. Without a doubt I set foot on him, though a little groggy.

"How are your legs now?, sorry." I said and he seemed shocked. He didn't answer, so I asked him the same question again.

He turned his body in front of me, and I saw a confused face on him. He might not have forgotten, right?

The girl asked back and looked directly at her feet, she kept turning her legs, and said that her feet were okay.

I sat on the same bench as her, the girl's reflexes were getting further away, I saw her only able to smile. Then I told you all, that I'm the one who hit him. At first he didn't believe it, but for a long time he believed after he asked me that I was the one who was wearing the black sports bike and the black helmet on that night.

My heart was touched when he asked Papa. People he does not know he can care this, what if he already knows? Attractively. And I realized, this is the first time I've ever felt this comfortable. He is different, there is something interesting about him.

tbc