Doctor Naura
Chapter 67 Second Abduction
After the Luhur prayer, Mbak Nindya went to the garden with his motorbike repaired, he was alone because not to pick the various garden results he had picked yesterday with papa. But this time he came to the garden only to spread the seeds of curly chilies and cayenne that have reached an inch with leaves of about eight sheets per stem.
While humming little mbak Nindya menugal (hole with straight wood a fist pointed at the bottom), then stick a piece of leafy branches nearby, lush, only after all was finished did he plant with seedlings holes per hole. It took a long time for him to be able to sow a lot of seeds ready to plant.
A land wind blew against her innocent face that was the slightest bit without makeup. Mbak Nindya is still engrossed in his activities, many times he justifies the hood of the rattan webbing that is like going to float because of the swift wind. Sometimes he also stood up and moved his limbs because of sore too long sitting and looking down. He also sometimes plants while squatting. The sound of various types of birds perched on several large tree branches around the garden adds to the beautiful atmosphere. He was still engrossed without feeling the slightest bit of trouble.
About fifteen minutes of planting, he then sat on a large stone nearby drinking water and ate a banana decoction/stone banana he brought from home. The hot afternoon weather was scorching hot, but having gotten used to such an atmosphere, he did not feel burdened anymore. The heat and the rain, to him like a close friend.
Because he was born with all the shortcomings, he was full of eating insults and maki maki people around who do not like it, until he grew up to be a stutterer. Even she does not understand how to use the sophisticated mobile phones that are commonly used by young mothers today. He is a hundred thousand mobile phone user who can only call and text. So he does not know that in online social media is currently milling news about the arrest of his former in-laws who hide behind the depravity of favorite biological children. He did not know, that the Head of the Fat and bald-headed social service was in the headlines adorning the radar of local online news. If only he had known, he might have made a prostration of gratitude.
The wind was still blowing through his tired face, he then brought the garden bag he carried, a backpack that I gave the former administration workshop in Batam first. Ms. Nindya took the key out of her trouser pocket and opened the board-walled house she had lived in for years with her mother who was still hit by a stroke and a beautiful daughter. Inside the house there are still mattresses and some cooking utensils that are not taken when moving to my house villa. And because he felt safe, he did not lock the door of his wooden cottage house so that the breeze could freely enter to cool it. And maybe because he was too tired, not until five minutes lying down he then fell asleep with a fast, the more sound due to the sound of friction bamboo stems near the wooden cottage house. His breathing was well-ordered without even realizing, that there had been two men watching him since he came to the garden. They are the men of Mr. Bayu who do not realize that their boss who wants Mbak Nindya removed so as not to testify in court tomorrow has been arrested and detained at the police station.
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Two people who had previously worn masks, the big body was sneaking close to the cottage where Nindya had fallen asleep. The woman did not realize there was a great danger she was scouting, while the knife that was always by her side was still in the middle of the garden she did not take to the cottage.
“Rif! He's asleep, we don't need that dope." The tattooed man whispered to his friend.
"All right." Friend replied.
"Hemzzz, how about we 'work' first in turns.” Back the tattooed man whispered and asked for approval. He threw the handkerchief he had prepared containing the dope.
“Don't be here, later afraid someone will come suddenly. We just take it according to the direction of Mr. Bayu to the empty cottage there earlier.” His friend suggested an immediate welcomed nod of the head sign in agreement by the tattooed man.
“Good.” Answer then. Then with codes that only the two of them could understand, they carried Nindya's sleeping body. Feeling his body floating, Nindy woke up and realized he was on the right shoulder of a well-built man who had many tattoos on his arms and neck.
“Toloooonngggg.., toloooonggg..., toloooonggg...” Nindya's mother screamed for help while lashing out at the back of the man who was carrying her. His legs thrashed trying to kick in order to escape. He then shouted again, hoping that someone would hear, but no one came. All that was heard was the sound of the wind whistling the shoots of branches with its lush leaves. Nindya's hood slipped off, as well as the black Tayoko shoes she was wearing, slowly falling down side by side. He was taken down the riverbank behind the garden and farm of Pak Haji Soleh. He knew it was a vacant lot that was once planted with pepper by its owner. He was still trying to ask for help, but the two tall big men who brought him instead laughed.
“Please be even stronger her screams.., no one will hear you. All the employees of the hajj ranch are coming home at this hour." They broke down following the words of one of them.
“Who are you? Why kidnap me?” Nindya Ma'am asked on the sidelines sobs.
“Shut up don't be too noisy. We will be happy for a moment before your feet, hands and mouth are covered with cloth.” One spoke while playing with Nindya's hair that began to decompose into a mess. He was still trying to thrash around to be released. But the strong grip of the tattooed man was unable to fight. His weak physique, finally could only droop with tears falling down.
“Why are you doing this. Berhentilaaahhh.., please stop..” Mbak Nindya welcomes and loves to be released.
“You will be released if Irwan has been released.” The tattooed man replied.
“What does this have to do with me?”
“Your father's lawyer will definitely take you to testify at your ex-husband's trial. And that would incriminate his sentence."
“No! I promise I won't testify, please let me go.” Nindya's weaker sister, sobbing for help.
“We'll be finished off by the boss if we let you go. Our work will be closed. We don't want that to happen..” One of them answered again with a mischievous smile.
About a twenty-minute walk, about a kilo and a half more than Haji Soleh's ranch and his garden, he was later taken down by tattooed men into a hut. The first kidnap was back. Nindya tried to run, but with only one hand, the tattooed man then pulled back Nindy towards the poor garden cottage.
“Do not try to escape again. You will know the consequences. I don't hesitate to kill you.” The man let go of Nindya violently while looking at his friend who understood the meaning of the gaze. The smaller man then moved about twenty meters away from the cottage by playing a mobile phone in his hand.
“Come on, baby, we had a good time for a moment, you're a widow who must have been very lonely.” The tattooed man began to remove the buttons of the greenish-boxed white shirt, remove the shirt and throw it in front of Nindya. The tattooed, mustachioed and bearded man with a jet black face then opened his black singlet. Looks of the body with a distended stomach and tattoos all over the back of the body.
“Toloooonnnggg..., tolooonggg.., toloooonggg Mbak Nindya then shouted again with all his might. But the wind was unable to bring his voice to others. In addition to the pair of eyes that from earlier followed them with a handsome bird on the left shoulder. He slipped back into the lurking scene after he finished calling his grandfather to inform the police. From now on he tried to hide, because if he had to fight the two men together, it was the same as he delivered his own life, it would only add a lot of casualties.
““Toloooonnnggg..., tolooonggg..., toloooonggggg...., Anyone please help me...” Nindya's mother screamed again while the tattooed man had already removed the dark blue jeans he was wearing. Looking from behind the boxer she was wearing, her genitals were already protruding.
“Keep shouting dear.., I will help you, I will give you sweet memories before you are found cold to death by yourself here.” The tattooed man began to lay down his body by pressing both hands against Nindya. He tried to kiss her face but Nindya shook her head with all her might so as not to get kissed by the unclean man.
“Please sir, if you want money, I promise to give you money, please release meuu...," With the rest of my energy, Nindya spoke with tears.
“Hahaha.., now that I don't need my money, I just need your white body. Come on, don't be noisy. We enjoy together.” The tattooed man hit Nindy's mother's body and tried to directly enter ‘center kebajatan’'s life. He did not realize, the man who was sneaking around was already behind him with the handkerchief he had just released.
“Please me mas..” Madam Nindya looked at the man who gave the index finger code on her lips. Suspicious of the sturdy tattooed man had just turned his head up and he was just about to wake up against it, the man who was sneaking following earlier rubbed a handkerchief with the remnants of the anesthetic still reacting. The tattooed man fell down immediately. Buk up! He hit the ground hard in that hut.
“Jay! You okay....?” His friend turned to the hut covered by the wall from the direction of the other kidnapper.
“Aaaahhh.., aaahhh..., aaahhhh...” The man with the trimmings imitates the voice of a man enjoying the peak of his pleasure. Sighing as if full of pleasure, he gave a code so that Nindya mbak immediately went away down the road that had been passed by him.
“How about you? There's still one more villain.” Nindya Ma'am pointed towards her friend who started to stand smiling.
“Brooo...., really steady voice, is it done? Now it's my turn..” The man walked closer to the hut. But he did not find his friend again in the original place, in the courtyard of a hut with green grass.”
“Brooo..., change the round, mine already want to vomit this...” The man slowly opened his black jacket. He thought his best friend was enjoying the body they had kidnapped back in the hut. While removing the white shirt he was wearing his head looked into the hut and found his best friend had collapsed.
“Jay! Why are you, bro….? Where's the girl?” Arif out of the hut will look for Nindya and the person who helped her. But just as he was bending his head out, a round bamboo as long as a hard baby, hit him on the shoulder. He fell down and looked up with his head twitched. He had not seen the face of the hitter, suddenly the handkerchief was again rubbed by a handsome man. Arif immediately dizzy and unable to wake up again. Then the handsome man tied up the piece of clothes he was wearing, and he had been torn up before. He was now just in a jacket without any other clothes. Arif and Jay tied him up with a strong piece of t-shirt. The wrists and ankles were both tightly bound and even if they were both awake, they would not be able to wake up perfectly. While the folding knife in the body of both have been taken by handsome men. From a distance, slowly, vaguely and more clearly there was the sound of police cars entering the garden mbak Nindya. The man shows where the two are tied.
“Thank you, Dirga. They are fugitives for selling oplosan rice in the warehouse behind Ramayana.” A civilian-clothed policeman patted the handsome man on the shoulder. The kidnapper was taken in a police car with a motorbike they had hidden beside the garden of Haji Soleh. After everything was gone, Nindya approached Dirga.
“Thank you sir. Thank you very much.” Nindya's mother cried and unconsciously hugged Dirga who was confused to see Nindy as she pleased and continued to cry.
“Thank you sir, I owe you.” Nindya's mother immediately released her embrace from Dirga's high-strength body. He took a few steps back.
“Sorry sir." He looked down, feeling guilty and still with a whim.
“It's okay. What's your name?” Dirga asked politely.
“Nindya sir.” Nindy's mom is down again.
“Call name only.”
“Iya. What's your name, sir?”
“Dirga! My name is Dirga, I just happened to hunt wild birds here.” Dirga pointed towards the large trees around the garden mbak Nindya.
“Thank you sir.”
“Dirga.”
“Thank you Dirga.”
Nindya is back to thank you.
“You'll take Nin home?” Dirga tried to get familiar. He slightly squinted at the familiar face of Nindya.
"No need sir." Ma'am Nindy replied.
“I feel I've seen you yes Nin...” He then pulled out the contents of the head that raged instantly dejavu.
“Maybe in the market sir, I was early in the morning selling vegetables in the market. Send it to some customers and go home. Then keep dad's boutique.” Nindy's mother dared to look at Dirga's face. Heart's shaking. But he quickly avoided eye contact.
“Owh, but I've never been there. Means I got the wrong guy. Uh no no no, you look a lot like my sister, Doctor Naura. Yes, you look a lot like him.” Dirga convinced himself.
“You know him?”
"'Who?"
"Norra."
“Iya. She's my sister's different dad.”
“And she's my sister's different mom.”
“Hah?”
“Iya.”
“How could this possibly happen.., how wide the world looks only as wide as the leaves of Moringa when all are met.”
“Iya, how could this be a coincidence.”
“Why are you alone in the garden? Where's your husband?”
“My husband? I'm widowed. My ex-husband will be in court tomorrow morning.”
“Who?"
“Irwan.”
“Owh is viral again? He's your ex-husband?”
“Iya.”
“Oalaaa..., the world is very narrow...”.
“Hehehe...” They started to enjoy the atmosphere, Nindya seemed to forget a little about the trauma of her second kidnapping just now. His smile began to expand upon hearing the joke that Dirga had thrown. They opened up to each other at the first meeting while enjoying the remaining boiled bananas. Unaware, there was a pair of legs, slowly retreating unbeknownst to them. Move away, carrying a slightly wounded heart.
“Says Naura's grandfather, Nindya was kidnapped, but she there laughs happily with a man.” He came home with a disappointed and half-bending heart. He had hoped to comfort the woman who had made him fall in love, but apparently he was with another man in a happy relationship. He should not interfere, he should just learn to back off regularly and sneak up. Because of the looks, the smile of the woman he had kissed in the halls of the house of Naura, much more beautiful when he was with the man.
Just classify your asas as gone, but not with the flavor left behind. Keep loving even though it feels like the body will not be able to have....
He passed with a face without the desire to love again.
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