Destiny Love Nirmala

Luka

...The imperfect story among thousands of stories. Like a dry leaf in the middle of a beautiful flower. Wind, high up. Looking for the last port place to fulfill what is implied and expressed in Lauhul Mahfudz....

...(.(.Merona Dusk)...

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Twenty years ago

Above the still-wet burial ground, a man wailed and whimpered. He delivered his beloved wife, who went forever to the afterlife. Her crying broke out amidst the sadness as well as the sense of loss. However, one that made him fall. The wife claimed her life as she tried to give birth to her second daughter.

Hatred for hate is instilled in the heart. Hatred of innocent children, children who do not know how cruel the world is. A child who never asks to be born into the mortal realm. The child who wants love from the father, but all he gets is torture and unfair treatment.

"Have Arman..would you like this? Even if you wail until you cry blood, Azizah will not come back!"

"Pity your children, crying out. They need milk. Can you see them suffer?"

The questions were thrown, like meaningless froth in Arman's ear. He doesn't care about the fate of his children. Paternal affection is destroyed, also buried into a dark narrow navel.

The rain came down again, soaking up the feeble souls who could not accept the message of fate. Maybe he forgot that everything in this world has its own strokes. Humans are only puppets, not puppeteers who can manage everything as they please.

Arman squeezed the ground and looked up at the sky. Letting the raindrops wet the face disguise the crying. "Why are you punishing me like this Lord? I'd rather just die and follow Azizah to the burrow...."

The wind was blowing fiercely, the rain was getting heavier, lightning was thundering down the trees nearby. However, Arman did not move. He was engrossed in hugging the silent pusara.

"Arman.. Let's get Arman up!"

The man who was slumped, was heard above the ground. His face was deathly pale, his weak body frozen even more. Cold as lifeless.

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"Surge!" Nala slapped her twin sister on the shoulder, then sat on the dining chair. "What the fuck? Know again, kale again. What do you think I'm a goat, every day treated to Ijo leaves?!" Nala kicked the legs of the table, causing a noise.

Arman pulled a wide step from the room with a look of wrath. "What else is this, early in the morning you are already making a noise?!"

Nala shuffled and approached the father. "That's Pa si Mala .. cooking time know again, kale again. Didn't Papa give him the shopping money? Nala is sure, she nilep money from Papa tuh!"

Arman glared, while tracking his waist he saw the food served. His burly hands were pounding the table, Mala was stunned and her body was shaking.

"Where's money?" Arman moved his fingers towards Nirmala.

"What money is Pa?" tanya Nirmala did not understand. His forehead wiggling. However, he did not dare to look at the face of the father.

"White I gave you a week ago, where was it?" sentak Arman.

"U-money is over Pa. Not to mention yesterday Nala asked for money he said he wanted to buy a book," replied Nirmala trembling.

"Basar kid doesn't know it's lucky! The child does not know himself! Damn child carrier! Loe's mother died, because of loe!" Arman whipped Nirmala's body using his belt. The girl could only cry and lament the fate of self that was not as lucky as other girls.

"Mala could swear to God, Pa... I didn't use that money one bit. Trust Mala, Pa." Nirmala sobbed, while leaning over her own body. He did not understand why the father always called him the son of a pesky carrier.

"Gue doesn't want to know, you have to pay me back! It's up to you to be begging or even be a garbage collector!" Arman threw his belt at Nirmala, the girl was stunned.

Meanwhile, Nala starts sulking at Arman. "Papa... Nala asks for money dong Pa. Nala wants to go to college. Papa's beautiful childhood is madesu, later the guys on don't want to get near me." Nala slips on Arman's arm, so that the old man will grant his wish.

Arman took out his wallet from his pants pocket and pulled out a few hundred thousand bills. "Take it! If it's over, don't be ashamed to ask Papa again."

Nala peeked at her father's cheek. "Thankyou so much Papa... Nala went to college first. But as usual, Nala hangs out the same way at the discotheque. Nala mumet's brain is kept thinking."

Arman rubbed the shoulders of his eldest daughter. "Go! But remember, don't come home at one night. On the streets a lot of thugs."

"Ready Boss!" Nala tilted her palm over her forehead, paying her respects. "Nala left first yes Pa.. Nala's boyfriend has been picked up," said Nala without shame.

Arman smiled happily and drove his daughter to the front of the house. As for Nirmala, she sighed in mourning for her miserable fate.

"Don't cry Mala! You still have God. Come strong tough girl!"

Nirmala braced herself and chose to eat the breakfast she had been cooking since this morning.

"Good. It's still piled up in the back!" snapped Arman.

"All the homework is done Pa. Sorry Mala had breakfast first because she had to deliver fried orders to Ina's mother" Nirmala replied to her father.

Arman checked one by one the housework and it turned out that the boy said what he was. "Okay. But once again you dare to deceive me. Feel the consequences!"

"Ampun Pa's... Mala wouldn't dare lie to Papa. Ma—"

"Udah, no! I'm dizzy denger loe by the way! Mending loe spout away, lots of money!" Arman pulled Nirmala's arm and pushed her roughly.

"Yes Pa... Mala pamit." The girl in the purple veil lowered her back and pulled Arman's fingers to catch her. Arman shook his hand, not wanting his second daughter to touch him.

"No need to kiss my hands. Allergies!" Arman gawked and pulled his hands behind his waist. "Why are you still standing here?" arman snapped because Nirmala stood glued to look at him.

"L-yes Pa... Mala's gone." Nirmala lifted the plastic container filled with fried food from the table. The fry he made this morning as someone's order.

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...The third novel 🙈 Mumpung again the Month of Ramadan, trying something new. May friends like🤗...