Destiny Love Nirmala

Nala Protests

When the heart is arid like in a field without weeds. It is the right time to return to your Lord. Compose and beg forgiveness for all the stains that have been carved throughout the ages.

Anger and anxiety, eroded when before Him. However, humans sometimes also haughty, to cover the black heart is getting rusty.

It was still pitch-black, the clock on the wall showing at two in the morning. A girl whose heart was now agitated, faced her Lord to complain. Although the self is embarrassed to remember Him only when the test hit. However, there is no longer a right place to expose all the burdens that are increasingly heavy, other than just to Him.

"O Allah, in the third night, I come to see You. Pour out everything that is whipped in the heart. There is not much that I ask, just ask my father to give me strength and fortitude in the face of every test and trial that You give."

The girl drowned in a sea of prayer after her evening prayers. Beautiful eyes lay in tears, lips of passions chanting strands of prayer and kalam Ilahi solemnly. Until He did not realize that the figure mentioned in his prayers was sitting lethargic with eyes tightly clenched with tears that were dripping over his tired face.

"Shadaqallahul adzim..," As usual Nirmala kissed the book that became the Prophet Muhammad's greatest miracle before putting it back on the corner table. He stood up and turned around and found Arman asleep with his back resting on the door frame. "Papa?" his murmur was confused.

He crouched down and woke the father rubbing his shoulders gently. "Pa... Papa.. wake up Pa...."

Arman raved while wagging his hands unconsciously. "Damn you Frans, my efforts are ruined because of you! Look out, I'll bales what you've done to me!!"

Nirmala patted the father on the cheek. "Pa. It's Mala, Pa. Papa's delirious...."

Slowly, Arman opened his eyes. The petals blink rapidly due to the light bias of the lamp that blinds the sense of sight. "Ah... where am I? Why am I here?"

"It's at the musala house, Pa. It's precisely Mala who should be, why is Papa suddenly here?"

Arman brushed Nirmala's hand off her shoulder and tried to stand up. However, the half-drunken state made the old man unable to lift his body.

"Mala help Papa stand up." Nirmala grabbed both shoulders of the father and tried to pull him with great difficulty. He groaned because the burden of Arman's body felt very heavy.

Arman let his body supported by Nirmala and was swept into the bedroom. Usually he would be angry even if only the hand was touched by Nirmala. But this time he seemed to be resigned.

"Why take a warm bath or go to bed?" Nirmala laid Arman's body on her bed. The man did not reply, he turned around and embraced the bolster that was beside him.

Nirmala turned her head and saw that Arman had fallen asleep in her sleep. He sighed softly and then took off the shoes that were still attached to the top of both feet. The girl pulled out a blanket to cover the father's body. "Sleep well, Pa. Leave everything to God. God willing, we can get through every problem when faced together."

...***...

"Pa. Why can Papa act rich gini-rich low class?" Nala showed me a video shot secretly by someone. "Honestly, Nala is ashamed Pa...! Nala's friends on Nala's and Papa's baddies are sosmed!"

Nala pulled the empty chair beside Arman and sat on it. "It certainly can't be Pa. It's a serious matter. Want to put where Nala's face will be, if you go to campus? Those guys must have teased Nala. Why the hell, Papa was even shy of this Papa child?"

Arman took a deep breath and threw the spoon on the plate. He pushed the dining chair back and shuffled without answering a word.

"Pa... Nala's not done talking, Pa!! Dengerin Nala first, Pa!!" Nala groaned with annoyance as Arman ignored her and continued walking up the stairs.

"Papa must have a problem again, why can't you be sensitive anyway, Nal?" tegur Nirmala who was also upset with Nala's attitude. "It should be when Papa is rich that you are giving support to Papa, not being childish!" nirmala Sentak.

"Sok your big adult! You read for yourself 'How about the comments of the people in the video post? They scorned me, Mal. They fucked me!!" sembur Nala did not accept the advice given by her sister.

"Yes, I know, Nal. But you do not need to nanggepin people talk excessively. Can not, once....ja you act calm if there is another problem?" timpal Nirmala's.

Nala stood up and threw a handbag towards Nirmala's face. "Can't! I'm not a good-ass and smart-ass girl! I'm I'm .. You are you. Like two sides of a currency, it is different in every way. Just the same doank face!"

Nala moved from the front of Nirmala by crossing the sling bag to the front of the chest. However, only two steps later did he turn around and walk towards Nirmala with a cry. "Mala, I want money dong! I asked papa. Mending is just like you."

Nirmala shook her head because Nala was nice to her only when she had her buttons. "Sorry Nal, I don't have any money. This month, I'll quit my job at Ara's uni shop to make fried food at Bu Ina's shop."

"Ah.. you are not very useful to be a sister. My turn needs money, there must be a lot of alesan! Work hence, don't ooze the mulu's feet!" Nala shook Nirmala's head while screeching in annoyance. "No, not papa. It just makes blood rise!!" Nala continued the steps that had paused. Where he's going this morning because he's not brave enough to face the bully people against him.

Nirmala did not want to take a headache over Nala's rude attitude towards her. He picked up an empty plate and filled with rice along with side dishes. The girl moved towards the father's room which was on the second floor.

"Pa... Can Mala come in?" pekik Nirmala knocked on the door. Arman's voice allowed his daughter to enter the room.

"Why not go to the office today? Is Papa sick again?" Nirmala touched Arman's forehead to check his temperature. Arman clenched his mouth tightly, silent a thousand languages. "It... Mala brought Papa breakfast. Papa hasn't had time to eat. Mala's a bribe?" bargain Nirmala with the father.

Arman turned to his daughter and slightly nodded his head. The happy sparkle emanated from the twenty-year-old virgin's face because of the different attitude from the father. He feeds the man who becomes his first love, spoonful by spoonful. "Eat it spend it Pa. If you're still hungry, Mala'll bring it down."

Arman pushed the plate Nirmala was holding with her head moving to the right and to the left. "Papa was full ... Dad wants to sleep."

Nirmala muttered, she offered Arman drinking water and let him rest even though his mind was filled with a myriad of questions. "Jaga Papa the servant, O Rabb...."

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