Destiny Love Girl Conscious
sn 2: Life of Nissa
We turn first to Sukabumi precisely the life of Nissa...
In the last few years, Nissa always tried to damage and defend Mila, but her plan always failed. Because Farish always accompanied his wife. Wherever he went there must be Farish who always accompanied him.
Now Nissa's life is just sitting in a wheelchair with simple clothes, her life is not in her luxury home anymore but now she lives in a mental hospital...he's had a mental breakdown for months.
The factor that causes Nissa to be like this is because Nissa always thinks about what is not necessarily the case and not necessarily he has. Nissa always thought about what Farish said when they were near, but now too much of Farish's words made her sad that made Nissa go on hunger strike, sleep and everything.
Until his body is lean due to lack of food intake, and also Nissa lack attention from her parents. After his parents found out about his son who was related out of wedlock made them even more hateful to Nissa.
Even to be kicked out, Nissa was still pardoned by them at first but Nissa instead did more instead of getting better and worse, she always came to the entertainment place when her parents were not there, drunk with friends and so on.
Once Nissa was caught again in the entertainment, she was talking in front of a striped man also she was wearing sexy clothes, that's where Nissa's parents were angry and drove her away.
I don't know what Nissa's life was after, nor did she live where she had obviously been for several months.
The mall...
"Haiii Mil, you're pregnant, are you safe? how many months is a mile?" sapa Tasya (a high school friend) after glancing towards Mila's large belly.
"Hii too, ah yes to enter nine. Do you have a mom?"
"Hha yes Alhamdulillah is my husband's son" Tasya pointed to his husband and son who was about seven years old.
"God is funny, when will you add more?" ask Mila chuckles
"Emm don't know. one first ahh, one only I've been hassled hhe..ouh yes you already know not yet if Nissa is now in the house sait soul" Mila and Farsih were surprised by what Tasya said.
"Inallahi"
"Oh my God, does that mean Nissa has a mental breakdown?" ask Mila still can't believe it.
"Yes, yesterday I went there to see him, but Nissa didn't want to interact with anyone. Yes so I just saw from a distance" explained Tasya holding the item held by the child.
"What was the beginning?" asked Mila while Farish he just kept silent it felt like he wanted to ask but he paused for fear of Mila misunderstanding, if she was afraid that Mila thought Farsih was considerate to Nissa.
"He said there were too many thoughts, what else was he ostracized from his family.I kasian very much with Nissa when he was met by people who were kindly amusing again" explained Tasya in Mila berghuki "Ouh yes Aisyah how now she said yesterday nikah yaa, I had wanted to go to Aisyah's house but I was in Lombok again"
"Yes, it's strange that he wants us to have a child he just married is not cool, outdated hha.." whispered Mila made the two chuckle.
"Well, Aisyah went to college, but not one more semester, huh?" tanya was confused
"Yes, he didn't want to rush into marriage but because his father asked. So he was obedient, good yes Aisyah can feel the college first, I graduated from marriage directly school. You're good at work first just got married" exclaimed Mila reminiscing about fate but she was grateful to have a husband setuus and as gentle as Farish.
"Yes Aisyah is lucky, I also want to go to college but do not have the cost anymore.try just me diligently read the book for sure now I am going to college using the students. Why is there always regret at the end"
They also talked to each other while walking around the mall while looking for necessities for their households.
"Milaa.." call Aisyah in the car to Mila who is resting on the porch bench while stroking her big belly elus.
"Aisyah stopped first." pekik Mila said.
"Pak stopped here only" pinta Aisyah, the driver stopped his pace later.
Aisyahpun got out of the car with her husband, Aisyah first approached Mila with a happy face because she wanted to stroke the big belly elus Mila.
"Mila..." Aisyah raised her hand to launch in Mila's stomach but she stopped
"Ettt...Aisha has hurt my stomach if you are the one who sniffed elus" said Mila because Aisyah took it slowly but asked for forgiveness until Mila Pegel.
"However just doang.please this last you know, tomorrow I leave again to Jakarta" rayu Aisyah but Mila does not care.
"Yes tar you will also be rich in gini" ledek Mila made Aisyah pout if only Mila did not speak like that, considering the incident earlier at dawn.
"Udah neng, we make it" whispered Ahmad jokingly made Aisyah round her eyes to the husband.
"Emm cie your story is getting along?" ledek Farish the new nongol
"Paan sih nyolot aja, abongna aya cable so connect" said Ahmad flat.
"Matakna pegatkeun hela so abdi ge moal join ngalir (soar)" elak Farish chuckled while putting coffee on a small table.
"Silence, I don't understandmm" Aisyah's shrieking shut her ears made the two shut up.
"Yes, I want to talk to you...Aisyah you already know that now Nissa lives in a mental hospital" explained Mila to the point.
"Astagfirullah, this...Nissa" muttered Aisyah covered her mouth with both hands, she could not believe that Nissa was now like that.
There Mila explains what has happened to Nissa now "When do you want to see her?" ask Aisyah
"Tomorrow the power"
"Well I have to go to Jakarta again tomorrow, what if it's still ten. Just a moment I want to see the condition of Nissa yaa even from afar" cried Aisyah confused.
"Yes, we're there now, but Fathih is sleeping" Farish said
"Mother, just go to Mommy, put me on the phone first" Aisyah grabbed her handphone in her small bag and called Mommy to be faster even though her house was just a few centi.
"No more lifting, put me home first" cried Aisyah went to her house.
Tens of minutes later, they waited for Aisyah but never returned "Yes Allah is the child to where, even though the house deket" cried Farish crossed his arms in the chest.
Seriate....
