Diazhani (REVISED)

EPS.39 Ichal's Weird Attitude

"Barsena, you don't joke with me!" salsa's voice was growing weaker.

The sound of the steps stopped right in front of Salsa.

"Kyaaaaaa ...!" Salsa screamed as her hands were touched by the person who knew who it was.

"Sal, it's me!" shouting Barsena.

"Hiksss ... hiksss .. why .. hiksss ...," Salsa cried so badly with a limp droop.

"Gue from earlier said the same lo, but you are even rich people are not aware," said Barsena.

But Salsa was no longer able to speak or nag Barsena. Now he could only cry out, between the fear that still felt and the sense of calm because he and the young man in front of him could survive from the group of people.

"Sal, don't cry anymore. Sorry if I'm late, sorry I scare you," said Barsena felt guilty.

However, Salsa's cry grew even more so as she continued to roar. Barsena suddenly held Salsa in her arms to calm Salsa down. Long enough they were in that position, until slowly the cries of Salsa began to decrease.

Bugh!

Salsa suddenly hits Barsena's chest.

"Aww, sick Sal! Lo forgot I had beaten them," Barsena grimaced as she stroked her chest which might have bruised her.

"Who told you to hug me, you're not polite!" ketus Salsa's.

"Basic, you freak! It was clearly a cry of fear. Now go back to her normal nature, you weird chick!" batin Barsena was both amazed and annoyed.

"Let's go back to Sal," asked Barsena. Salsa just nodded.

Salsa tried to stand but his legs were still too limp because however Salsa had just been the victim of abuse, lucky Barsena came on time so something fatal had not happened to Salsa. But still Salsa is certainly very shocked by the events today.

"Let me help you" said Barsena extending her hand.

"Barsena-but,"

"Why Sal?"

Salsa was silent while still sitting she just realized if her skirt had torn, she had torn, even though he did not know how big the tear was still Salsa was unable to stand afraid that the tear was really big and afraid that Barsena would see it.

Barsena looked at Salsa who was clearly still trembling. He shook his head and took off the shirt he was wearing. Salsa who saw that again felt shocked, because she had just seen a group of people doing that in front of her.

"Lo calm down, Sal" said Barsena.

He dressed his shirt for Salsa, a shirt that looked so oversized to Salsa that it even covered the back of a torn Salsa skirt.

"It's sorted out, right? Come on now I'm anter lo go home! This is too lazy" said Barsena while lifting the frail body of Salsa who had been sitting.

Salsa let out a small scream in shock, but she regained her composure believing the man now lifting her body would do nothing to her.

During the journey only silence and silence coloring. Even Salsa's body was still seen shaking by Barsena. Even occasionally Barsena heard the long breath of Salsa.

Barsena clasped Salsa's cold hand as she was still frightened.

"Sal's calm, now you're safe" said Barsena to calm Salsa.

Salsa stared at Barsena's face from the side, while Barsena remained focused on the streets. Somehow Salsa felt calmer after hearing Barsena's soft-sounding words.

"Your house is in this area?" ask Barsena.

Salsa nodded still unable to make a sound.

"If so deket complex my house dong, just a few blocks from here!" Barsena. Salsa just nodded.

"Which house, Sal?"

Salsa pointed to the whitewashed house that was only a few meters away. Barsena nodded then slowly stopped her car. Salsa frailly got out of Barsena's car before Barsena could open the door.

"Want me help you get in Sal?" Barsena offered to help.

Salsa shook her head at the sign of rejecting Barsena's offer.

"Thanks to Barsena" said Salsa.

"Okay, Sal. Go straight to rest! Your condition is very weak, I advise you to the hospital anyway,"

Salsa nodded at Barsena's suggestion. He stepped into the gate of his house.

"Eh, Sal wait for Sal!" Barsena shouted as she ran over to Salsa.

Salsa twisted her body limply.

"Take it! Obatin wounds on your knees, danger if girls have scars! Okay, bye Salsa." Barsena ran after giving the medicine she had bought and drove back to her car.

While Salsa was still standing mutely looking at Barsena's car which was starting to disappear from her sight.

"What the fuck? Why is she so sweet?" muttered Salsa astonished as she subconsciously smiled.

***

"Hani, thank you for being willing to attend this simple Aunt's birthday," Tamara hugged Hani.

"Ah, Aunt. There I am who thank you for being welcomed by Auntie and Om, I feel very happy," Hani smiled.

"So happy just because mamah same papah I doang? Same as me?" ask Ichal ketus.

"It's not Diaz's max" Hani replied gritting her teeth.

"Udah Chal, mending you anterin Hani home gih! Mama let me be the same papah," orders Edi.

Ichal just nodded while pulling Hani's hand.

"Ah, Om Aunty then I go home first huh. Good night" said Hani shortly before being dragged out by Ichal.

"Are you angry with me again?"

"I just don't like it, the time we make alone and spend time is reduced" Ichal murmured.

"Huh?! What Chal?! I'm not horrified" cried Hani.

"Ge daddy baby!" answer Ichal gently.

"You rarely call me baby, you're weird to know today!" hani said with a blushing face.

Ichal just smiled at Hani's astonished words.

"Udah until now, you enter! Don't forget to lock the door, lock all the windows, close all the curtains, "cerocos Ichal.

Again Hani was astonished by Ichal's unusual attitude.

"Diaz, man,"

"What a pity," replied Ichal gently.

"No, you're weird to know today. What the hell are you? You have the same fault with me? Or am I wrong with you?" cecar Hani's.

Again Ichal just smiled hearing Hani.

"Jude, I'm in. You go straight home, don't go anywhere!"

Hani walks in without looking back at Ichal, who is strange when in fact he really wants to walk while looking at Ichal, but the upset feeling at Ichal's strange demeanor makes him have to hold back from turning his head.

"Han,"

Ichal's soft voice was heard calling Hani, until Hani's defense finally faltered. With the speed of light Hani turned to Ichal.

"What?"

"I love you" said Ichal.

"IIiiiiih, please be honest why? It's so weird to know!"

"Here you go, I'll just go home when you get home!"

Hani snorted in annoyance, as he continued to walk into his house. Meanwhile Ichal even smiled at the behavior of his lover, who somehow looks very cute.

Ichal teeus stood staring at the door of Hani's house while leaning on his car. A glimpse of the early memories of his encounter with Hani again flashed in the memory. A meeting that results in a protracted misunderstanding, until it slowly turns into love.

Ichal smiled as he recalled that.

Drrrrttt .. drrrrttt!

"Hallo," Ichal picked up the incoming phone.

["Don't forget, tomorrow you have to come. Your condition is too bad, Chal!"]

"I understand!"

Ichal turned off his phone. Then rushed in and drove his car across the crowded street.

***

At the Srindra residence which is still kept secret from the public, Ardi the secretary and assistant and confidant of Srindra is busy taking care of something that seems very important.

"Yanto, please prepare a snack for Madam! I will deliver it for him myself" Ardi ordered a butler.

"Well," the butler nodded and retreated.

Without waiting too long, a servant brought a tray of snacks and a cup of warm tea to Ardi's face.

Ardi grabbed the tray, then took it to the room where Srindra was.

"Madam, I brought you a night snack" Ardi kept the snack right in front of Srindra.

"Mrs, you seem to be too tired. Rest, Mistress!" pinta Ardi was polite.

Srindra only let out a long sigh hearing Ardi's request.

"I'm sorry that you worked this late, Ardi. Handling this case is definitely not easy and definitely makes you tired, so go home and get some rest!" Srindra.

"No, before I make sure that you've rested,"

"I'll rest in a minute, so you'll be home soon!"

Ardi nodded at the orders from his superiors then resigned.

Srindra gulped down the tea that Ardi had brought earlier, with an occasional long sigh. He then got up from his chair, walking towards a locked room.

He entered the room, and turned on the lights that were originally extinguished.

Srindra walked towards the corner of her bedroom, there was a large closet there. He opened the closet, and sighed for a moment and took a dusty-looking photo album.

Srindra sat at the end of the bed and placed the photo album in her lap. He slowly rubbed the dusty album cover and opened it. His eyes glazed over as he looked at the first photo on the album.

"Bring my son!" murmured Srindra with a trembling voice.

"Sorry mother, son! Mommy was late to know what happened to you, honey," now Srindra was heard sobbing.

"Mother promises will repay the one who has the heart to do you a disservice, dear!"

Srindra's cry broke when she saw the photos of Laras on the album. She opened the photo sheet by sheet on the album. He occasionally pressed his chest firmly to endure the pain of his heart after losing his only daughter.

"Even mother has not had time to meet you with your dear sister,"