Ardila Hanafi's

17-You Can Never Feel the Bitterness of My Life!

Bima and Dila went hand in hand, They had passed through many tombs until finally they were buried which was still ground even though it had been a long time in the grave.

Nisa crouched down followed Bima beside her, Dila rubbed Nisan at Rafa's navel. Bima just saw it, he was confused to say what.

"This is Rafa's grave, the man who was always there for me when I was down. Even when he knows everything about me he's not disgusted. When everyone doesn't want to win the same I'm just him and Dika who want to be the same me. After I saw hundreds or even thousands of men, I just saw my real father. When everyone said his father was his first love, my father was my first heartbroken. Therefore I am confused to find a partner who how, I just want to pesen to be with you!"

"If you are like me or not like me, be a good man and be a father who can protect and love all girls. If it can't be fair, don't have children" he said

Dila rested in the navel of Rafa, He lowered the conspiracy seconds later it was sobbing. Bima rubbed Dila's shoulder, Dila just silently did not fight but just remained silent while crying.

After a few minutes of crying Dila wiped her tears, she re-established her gaze. Look at Bima and smile.

"Yaudah yuk, There are still many things we have not explored" he said as he pulled Bima's hand

They get into the Car, It's 10 o'clock more Dila is very tired from crying all day.

"Now, it's your turn to tell your life. I've cape" Ucaonya Smabil leaned her body on the Car Seat.

"My life is not very interesting, but if you want to be horrified. Let nothing be closed again" Bima justifies his sitting position

"Where we go to Caffe or park just let it be good, If in the Car it feels comfortable" Bima proposed

"To the Garden, there is a Swing that I can sit down anyway!" Dila

"Ready" Bima

After driving his car for a few minutes Bima brought to the Park which he knew a lot of toys, especially Swing. They got out of the car, they both walked together towards one big swing. Dila sat on the right swing and Bima on the left.

"Start" Dila said

"OK, I'm the second of four children, I have an older sister named Mbak Vasya, a younger brother whose name is Bara the same sister I'm called Clara. We were raised lovingly by Mama and Papa, but when I was in elementary school I didn't have any friends even in Bully until I graduated Elementary School, After graduating we moved to Solo for a few months until finally the 2nd grade I moved again to Jakarta. I went to school in the same place as Febryan. We have been friends since then, I went to the same high school with her until finally when I signed up for SBMPTN at Febryan College as well" Bima paused her words to attract long nafar

"I failed to enter my dream PTN since Junior High even I had rejected several campuses until finally I List Univ in Jogja I got there, I studied there 3.5 years until graduating S1. I listed S2 in Jakarta, Precisely at Univ You I wrote and got a Certificate of Practice, The first time I went to the Mental Hospital in Bandung, Bandung, I worked there for 2 years and finally I moved to the current Hospital. Nothing interesting, It's just a lot of memories that I will not forget" said Bima staring Dila

"Perhaps if I was born in the Mas Bima family, So Adek or his brother might not exhaust my life like a shell" Dila sighed very long and threw it away violently.

"If you were my wife, I'd be happy with you I don't promise but I'll try because the man who saw his actions is not his talk" said Bima softly

"If we marry me, it's too risky. Many of my shortcomings, many traumatized even I have experienced anxiety disorders, Anxiety first. There are so many shortcomings of me, Even I never felt there would be no man who would like to equal me with my 'Disabled' condition other than Rafa" Dila stopped his swing that originally swung

"Even to this day, I'm pretty close to Brother Febry. I'm envious of Him, I envy both my brothers. Many things that I want to do such as taught the same bike Dad, Shopping the same Mother, Recreation together, Riding the same motorcycle Dad, the road both are the same Mother. I never even wanted a marriage for fear of having children and not being able to please Him" Her face was terrified

"I envy them" she said softly in between her cries.

Bima continued to stroke the back of this girl, occasionally her hands turned to wipe her tears. Dila kept crying as much as she could.

"I want to follow Popo with Omo!" Said Dila lirih smabil trying to release the adult man's confinement. Bima did not let Dila who was still hysterical go, he was afraid Dila did rashly. Dila continued to thrash, It was like being possessed.

"Istigfar Dila!" Bima reminded, But Dila still cried while struggling.

"There is no one who loves me Mas, No one can be happy here again, the person who can be happy I have gone all. I am indeed the son of a pesky carrier" Dila increasingly Hysterical, Bima even more intensified his embrace. This is the best way, if he forced his counsel even Dila would be increasingly Hysterical

"You don't know 20 years of my life, all you know is stories. You've never experienced what I do, I envy, I envy Arsyi and Febry. If I can't live happily why everyone is happy, if I'm not happy I should just die" she said hysterically

Bima carried Dila's limp body, he brought a car. Afraid to invite the crowd. He turned on his AC, He was still staring at the beautiful face of Dila who was red from crying. The girl was still as excited as she was, Bima got the mineral water that was still sealed on her car dashboard and then she opened it and drank it on Dila. The girl was still rebuking despite the shrillness, but it was better than before.

"I-I, Heeeeeuuuuu I want to find Kost. I'm not strong at home" said Dila still with tears. His face was all red especially his nose.

Bima looks wiping tears that continue to come out, Bima confused. He did not want Dila to live in Kost Kostan because it is vulnerable let alone a girl and this in Jakarta.

Bima put in the hijab Dila her hair comes out because it continues to thrash earlier.

"Later to talk, now calm down. He said he wanted to take me to a lot of places. Don't cry that way!" Rayu Bima and answered a nod by Dila.

A few minutes later Dila was no longer crying and her face was a little back to normal. Dila turned towards Bima who just kept looking at her with a warm gaze.

It's 11 o'clock now, Peeit they're hungry especially for Dila.

"We have lunch first yes, we will continue later only" said Bima who was replied by a nod by Dila.

"What do you like?" Ask

"I like grilled chicken, On Sayyidiman Street" said Dila with a typical bindeng voice of people crying

Bima also obeyed the will of the girl with pleasure, because it was guessing one taste in food only Bima would usually buy on Jalan Diponegoro.

Dila Snagat often to this place to eat, if Setalh walk the road with Aunt Rita and family. Not without reason Rita chose to sellau eat here, because she knows her nickname likes Chicken Burn here. While Dila alone eat Chicken Bakar can be calculated within a year.

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