DEW PURITY

Traumatizing

Since the Dew entered the hospital. Abra entrusted everything to Ibra. Abra will come to the office, when she's needed. The rest Abra entrusted to Ibra. While Ibra felt restless, not because of responsibility. Ibra felt helpless looking at Nissa's cold gaze. Ibra feels that Nissa is deliberately avoiding Ibra.

Finally, after thinking for a long time, Ibra decided to come looking for Nissa. He'll say everything. Ibra just wishes everything was back like it used to be. There's a part in the story. Ibra drives her car to Nissa's house. But right in front of Nissa's house her steps stopped. He saw things that were not supposed to happen.

"Assalammualaikum!" nissa sapaa lirih.

Plaaakkkk

Braakkkk

"Mother!" Shouted Nissa hysterically, along with Salwa's body falling onto the ground.

Tap Tap Tap Tap

The sound of Nissa's footsteps echoed in the house. With all her might, Nissa ran over to Salwa. Tired is gone for a moment, changing anxiety and sadness. Hard slap the father who landed on his mother's cheek. A sharp dagger puncture tub towards his soft heart. The pain left behind leaves a deep wound. The mother's weak body that fell hit the wall. It was like lightning striking his weak body. His bones were crushed, unable to sustain his fatigue any longer.

"Mother!" Greet Nissa with tears.

With her tiny hands, Nissa supported the body of the mother who gave birth to her. Clutching the helpless Salwa received the wrath of the priest of the hereafter.

"Mother!" Sapa Nissa again, Salwa looked up at her little daughter.

A blink from her beautiful eyes. Reply to the princess's gentle greeting. Hinted he was okay. Even if it's all just a lie. Surely everything is never okay.

"You deserve all of that!" Afif said emotionally, both eyes of Afif hinted at unusual anger.

Sontak Nissa looked up, looking at the father. Angry and resentful, two things now filled his heart. There was no longer the sense of comfort Nissa felt from the figure of the father. Afif's anger and rude attitude towards Salwa. It left a deep sense of trauma in Nissa's heart and mind. There was no longer any affection in Afif's gaze. All change with unbridled hatred.

"Why are you looking at me? Your mother deserves that slap. He defied my every word!" Afif said angrily, Nissa stood staring at Afif.

Her two beautiful eyes locked onto my father's face which had left her disappointed. Nissa looked straight into the two eyes of Afif. His hand tightly grasped his robe. Not afraid to look at the father full of anger. Instead Nissa tried to calm herself from the anger. All for the sake of the mother who never taught her hatred. Afif is still the father he should respect. Whatever evil or fleeting Afif, blood is flowing in him. It was the blood of the father who loved him.

"Enough dad, don't keep blaming mom. Enough pain that my mother felt. It is not enough to accept the father's treatment. Until my heart torments him. As if her tears and crying voice, a symphony of a song that was good to hear!"

"You're Nissa, you don't deserve to talk like that. I'm the father you should respect. Whatever my decision is, it's what you have to obey!" Shouted Afif loudly, while staring with anger at Nissa and Salwa.

"If you want my respect. Treat your mother like a wife, not a napkin slave or a maid who is always there when you want her!" Nissa said firmly, without the slightest fear of Afif.

"Lisa!"

Plaakkkk

"Get me talk!" Afif screamed loudly, as hard as his slap on Nissa's cheek.

Instantly Nissa held onto her hot cheek. Her tears are getting louder and louder. The pain is not just due to the force of the slap. But there was no more love and warmth from his father. It hurt her so deep, so deep that Nissa could no longer bear the pain.

"I don't know Dad anymore!" Said Nissa softly, between her sobs. Nissa took a few steps back.

"Lisa!"

"Mother!" Nissa said, looking at Salwa who was standing not far from her.

"Dear, don't ever talk like that. He's the father who protected you. Until whenever I'm dad? It never changes, even if his attitude changes!" Salwa's whisper is right in Nissa's ear. In Salwa's arms, Nissa's sobs are buried.

Although Salwa's body was sick, her bones were weak and not powerful. He will remain strong to support the tears of the princess. The pain is less, compared to the tears of a daughter born from her womb. With the rest of her energy, Salwa calmed the frightened Nissa. The warmth of a mother's embrace, can always be the most efficacious remedy. Salwa's fake smile, became a sweet medicine in Nissa's wounds.

"When is mom? Dad no longer deserves respect. Father's anger, made him no longer entitled to the call. The slap after slap that I received. The evidence is real, there's no warmth in his hands. Dad thinks of mom like a samsak ventor of anger. His failure as a priest was the reason he blamed his mother. How long should you cry to accept your rude attitude? Maybe your tears won't dry up, but my eyes can't see your eyes crying anymore!"

"Lisa!" Said Fitri weakly, Afif stared blankly at the two women in his life.

Nissa took off Salwa's embrace walking backwards away from her parents. Nissa shook her head in disbelief, seeing the destruction of her little family. There was no more warmth, all was lost leaving tears and hatred.

Not far from Afif, Nissa's hand was raised perfectly. Pointing directly towards the chest of the Afif plane. The tiny hands are weak, appear strong and sharp. Like a sharp dagger pointing right at the heart of Afif. Preparing to draw the heart of the person he missed, as well as hated.

"He no longer deserves to be a father. I was able to endure her slap pain. I can accept his hateful gaze. I'm ready to be his anger. But I can no longer see his rude attitude towards you. He's the father I missed. As well as the father I hated with his anger!"

"Shut your mouth!" Sahut Afif with fierce anger.

"I've been quiet all this time, all for mom's sake. But mother's understanding has no price in front of you. Not realizing the meaning of mother, father was getting rough. Father was cruel and ruthless, as if the mother of an enemy that deserved to be slaughtered!"

"Nissa, keep your limits!" Afif shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout the house.

"Dad forgot mother's kindness, all forgotten without a trace. Although the heart of the father realized, the mother woman who accompanied the father all this time. She's a woman who's ready to accept insults to preserve your honor. Mother the woman who is willing to accept your hard slap. Just for the peace of your heart!"

"Shut up!" Afif snapped, his hands raised ready to slap Nissa.

"Don't!" Prevent Salwa, shaking her head. Salwa's hand cupped right in front of her chest. Begging Afif not to raise his hand to Nissa.

"Dad changed!" Nissa said, shivering,

"Nissa, daughter!" Afif said, clasping his hand tightly. There is a sense of regret stored in Afif's fist. His gaze blurred, only Nissa's tears were clearly visible before him.

"Mas Afif, she's our daughter who always loved you. Now there was no love in his eyes. Only fear filled his heart and mind. When he looks at your face. Be aware, before you lose everything. You will get weak. If not for Nissa, then who do we depend on?" Said Salwa weakly with a glare in both eyes. A look that was no longer firm, just staring at Nissa's back away.

BRAAAKKK

"Mother!" nissa shouted, just after Salwa's body fell to the floor.

"Nissa, what's wrong?"

"Why are you here? What are you doing?" said Nissa cynical and cold, Ibra does not mengubris cold attitude Nissa. Ibra immediately lifted Salwa's weak body towards her car. Afif looked scared, he did not expect something like this would happen.

"Why are you quiet?"

"Your mother needs to get to the hospital!" ibra said loudly.

"Ibra can do it alone!" nissa said, when she saw her mother taken to the hospital.

"Come in, we'll take your mother to the nearest hospital.

Ibra drives the car at full speed. She's afraid something's happened to Nissa's mother. Nissa eventually followed Ibra's advice by taking her mother to the hospital. Anxiety of a child, when seeing the mother hurt.

"Ibra, thank you!"

"It's my job to take care of you, when Fahmi's brother isn't next to you!" ibra said casually, Nissa immediately lowered her head. He saw clearly pity, not concern for the old relationship between them.

"I realize Ibra, I'm not the best choice for you. My family was devastated with nothing left, leaving behind pain and pain. I was afraid to know a family. I can't believe there's a harmonious family. It's all just bullshit!"

"You should have avoided me, but I believe. There will be time, you accept the feeling that exists between us. A taste that used to exist, but was invisible to the eye!" ibra said, Nissa immediately looked down perfectly.

...☆☆☆☆...

HOSPITAL

"How's my mother doing?"

"She's fine, she'll soon be transferred to a regular ward. I've booked a VIP room. You take it easy, everything will be fine!" Said Dwi kindly and calmly, Nissa shook her head weakly.

Dwi stared at Nissa's astonishment, Nissa's real headband made Dwi in disbelief. Dwi Anggara Wijaya, young neurologist. Nissa's childhood friend and the gray white moment. The only son of the famous and wealthy Wijaya family. A friend who was always there in Nissa's hardest moments. Protecting Nissa from all suffering. Trying to wipe away Nissa's tears that no one had ever shown?

"Why?"

"Thank you doctor Dwi for taking care of my mother. No need for a doctor to prepare a special room for the mother. I owe too much to the doctor. I'm afraid I can't afford it anymore!" Rejecting the friendly Nissa, Dwi sighed. He had already realized Nissa's refusal. Nissa never once accepted his help. It was always that Nissa considered debt, a sincere favor given by her.

"Should there be a word of debt in our friendship? I never wanted to count it. Being friends with you is enough for me. But I always felt that there was a distance that you purposely built in our friendship!" When Dwi was disappointed, Nissa silently looked at Dwi.

"I didn't intentionally create that distance. There is a difference in status. Makes me realize my position. Our friendship is sincere, but people's opinions are not always sincere. Let this relationship exist with its limits. So that no heart will ever be hurt!" Nissa said, Dwi silently looked at Nissa.

"Well Nissa, I'll put your mother in a regular room. But I hope you don't mind. If I'm the one who's gonna take care of your mother!" Pinta Dwi, Nissa nodded slowly. Both of his hands were cupped right in front of his chest.

"Again thanks. I'm grateful you're always there, when I'm down!" Said Nissa, bowing slowly. Tanda Nissa was very grateful to Dwi.

"I will always be there, with or without you asking for it!" Sahut Dwi loud and firm. Dwi twisted her body, walking away from Nissa.

"Thank you guys!" Nissa muttered, along with Dwi's departure.

Along with Dwi who left, Nissa twisted her body. Walk slowly towards the IGD room where her mother lay helpless. Nissa's gontai steps revealed her troubled heart. The shadow of losing the figure of the mother haunted his mind. Nissa's fear of living without a mother. Make him weak step in a dark world.

"Mother, wakeup. Don't leave Nissa alone. My body may have been big, but I'm still your little princess. Don't let me live alone. The world is too cruel, I'm afraid to fight the rigors of life. Follow me, though I may see only your weakness. That's enough to make me strong. I beg you, let me once again see your smile. The light of your eyes, the light of light in my dark steps. Yourself the reason I hold on with all my weakness. Your figure my spirit and hope achieved an impossible dream. You are strong and weak, you are my spirit and despair, you are the focus of all my asia. Don't leave me, don't leave me alone!" Inner Nissa was piteous, both her hands perfectly covered her beautiful face. To stem the tears that are pouring down.

"Crying won't make your mother realize. It is not the weak you have to show. Be strong for your mother, make her proud of you. If his daughter is able to withstand the wound without tears!" Ibra said softly, his hand thrusting a white handkerchief towards Nissa.

Instantly Nissa looked up, looking at Ibra with her eyes open. Slowly Nissa stood up, facing off against Ibra the big boss in her company. Nissa wiped away her clear tears with the tip of her hijab. Refuse Ibra handkerchief. Nissa stepped away, away from Ibra. Without a word or a look, Nissa ignored Ibra's existence.

"Again or not, my words are true. Your mother's smile will always be there. Just when he saw his daughter rise. Not just because of the pain!"

"Shut up!" Shouted Nissa.

"Why should I be quiet? You are afraid to hear the truth. Realize, your strength will heal your mother. Not the tears and the wailing sounds of your heart. Stupid, if you think your mother will heal with just your tears!"

"Ibra, you don't know me or my family. So there's no right for you to patronize me. To you these tears are foolishness, for you never weep. Your life is fine and always good!" Nissa said loudly, Ibra smiled cynically.

"You're wrong, my tears don't drip because my life isn't okay. Everyone has their own way of showing their weakness, just as I do. You're right I don't know you very well. At least I'm trying to calm you down. Sorry if I'm wrong!" Ibra said, then walked away.