Doctor Naura
Chapter 80 Almost Khilaf
On a hot day, the sun felt so hot, as if only a short distance from the human head.
Sister Nindya with Annisa accompanied by Papa had gone to the garden, re-harvesting various plants to be sold to the market. A large pineapple has yellowed on the head. Californian papaya has also yellowed the tail, each per stem there are about three to five pieces. Also sweet potato unggu, has a lot to be taken because there have been many former rats rogue scrape the nutritious bulbs. Madam Nindya will harvest it all. Papa and Annisa return to fishing in a clean river just below the bottom of their garden.
“We are fishing below yes son, later if there is something suspicious yell as hard as you can.” Papa advised.
“OK yeah.” Mbak Nindya replied as he started carrying the sacks of rice fifty kilos.
He began to harvest one by one those large and sweet pineapples, then stuffed them into sacks, and then, after the heavy sack he left it and then went back and forth carrying the pineapples and delivering them near the sack was.
Almost half an hour, finally collected almost two large sacks of pineapples almost cooked it. Madam Nindya still left it in the middle of the garden. He then pokes back papaya fruit that is not so high but still difficult to reach by his body without the help of a pole.
“Need help?” Suddenly Nindya was startled by a familiar voice. He stopped poking at the papaya fruit and leaned the pole on the stem, then he approached towards the Fathur bang that was already in front of him.
“Have you come home bang? How's your family doing in Mentok.” She asked a friendly smile, that natural face still shone even without the slightest bit of makeup.
“Alhamdulillah all healthy and mom send greetings to you.” Bang Fathur replied. While Mbak Nindya wagged his dirty hands to the side shirt, then with the rest of the doubt he reached out and wanted to greet bang Fathur. But Bang Fathur did not accept it. He even stared intently at Nindya's mother who became so wrong and pulled again his hand.
“Father and Annisa are already below if you want to fish.” Mbak Nindya ventured to return the eyes of Bang Fathur. However how much he tried to hold on, perhaps only lasting ten seconds, his eyes had already been bowed back.
“What is your father with Dirga?” With a little cynical bang Fathur asked.
“Kok with Dirga?” Nindya's mother showed her confused face.
“You're getting close to him now, why look surprised?" Bang Fathur spoke while waiting for Nindya's reaction.
“Not good, even though I do not go to school, I know that if people are already waiting for me, I cannot be with other men. Except..,”
“Except what...?” Bang Fathur asked cutting. Molar bouncy.
“Except the brother who decided to cancel the wedding with me.” The eyes are sincere. He did not want to be a burden to the man standing in front of him. If it is the best.
“You want?” Crossing hands in front of the chest, Fathur asked.
“You what?” Mbak Nindya did not understand fully where the direction of the conversation his fiancee was.
“Do you want to cancel the wedding so you can be with the Dirga?” Bang Fathur's face was still flat asking, not seeing the slightest smile when he came there. Mbak Nindya walked a little away with raised eyebrows, he thought hard about what made Fathur's bang not as suave as before. He then sat on a large rock near the cottage. He let the question of bang Fathur without intending to answer, only at a glance it appears in his eyes a sad look at the question that was thrown from the mouth of bang Fathur.
“Who the hell is Dirga? What's special about him?” Bang Fathur stood near one of the bamboo tree supports near the hut. He's back to Nindy's mom.
“Heeeyyy..., there is a son Fathur apparently, why not go down with Mr and Nisa. Oh yeah, sorry to interrupt, I accidentally listened to your chat. You've never met Dirga? He is a good boy, he is a notary, his fate is more or less the same as Nindya. He was the son of your ex-wife before she married you. In fact, you just found out that the late Erlinda, Naura's mother had a child before.” Papa explained while patting the right shoulder of Fathur bang who just fell silent and showed a fold on his forehead. Papa then headed to the car and took a pair of scissors, a glove he wore to the left palm only.
“Oh yes, Nindya same Dirga no special relationship son, they just happened to meet.., let's go down if you want to change with Mr. fishing.” Papa passed leaving the two who were just silent.
"Yes, sir, I'll be there. Bang Fathur replied kindly. After Papa was no longer seen, he was stunned to look at the mother Nindya who was sitting on a board spread out on the ground. Beside him stood two small five-kilo sacks of rice containing purple sweet potatoes that he had dug up earlier. His hands were strewn across the dusty ground with pieces of dead twigs. I don't know what he wrote with that right hand, while his left hand was propped up on his two knees that sat standing, fused with the chin on the confused face.
“There's something you want to say Nin?” Bang Fathur was wrong. She felt so wrong and so sorry to see the woman she missed like she didn't appreciate. Madam Nindya stopped scraping on the ground, she threw out a twig in her hand, her eyes were slightly covered with children's hair staring towards the Fathur bang. He breathed in a lot of fresh air and threw it away slowly.
“No sir. Nindy accepts that it is your decision to cancel the wedding.” Gently piercing Nindya's voice came out from her mouth that rarely spoke. He removed the detached headgear, the long cloth winding was unraveled already because most of it was down. Then with a jagged hair clip that he had bitten, he folded his hair up. Looks neck tie with soft reddish hair saplings. It also reveals the pulse. Sweat flows there. There was no large necklace hanging from the neckline, no fancy earrings in his ears, his hands were ordinary, white but slightly dirty from the heat and the ground, without a gold bracelet. Bang Fathur recorded it all in his memory.
“Say something Nin.., let brother listen to him.” Bang Fathur walked over, while Nindya took a step back and took the pole.
“Stop there for a moment, and say something to me, if you want to get angry, get angry.” Bang Fathur is getting closer. He threw away the pole that Nindya was holding. Then slowly touch the fingers of both hands mbak Nindya whose nails are slightly blackened because it was finished harvesting sweet potatoes. The fingers also feel rough and still leave the sap and wet soil that dries.
“I'm confused what to say. I also have no reason to be angry. But I understand if indeed you want to cancel the marriage with Nindy.” Madam Nindya spoke again in a softly washed away tone. Bang Fathur's tears were instantly present at the periphery of his eagle's eyes. His hand was getting tighter grasping the fingers of the woman who was always working hard.
“In addition to that sentence is there still anything you can say dear?” Bang Fathur shed tears.
“What do you want to hear from me?” With the expression of surrender, Nindya asked slowly.
“What do you want to hear from this despicable woman? The woman who is so unworthy to be your wife." Mbak Nindya tried to let go of the hand of bang Fathur, but he was not quite empowered. The man's hands instantly turned melancholy after coming with a stiff face while listening to Papa's explanation of Dirga's figure.
“Did your heart never miss me? Does your soul never moan about meeting me? Am I the only one who feels that way? Have you never been jealous of me Nin? Am I the only one jealous to see you with another man?" Bang Fathur shed another tear. His heart was so full of seeing his future wife. For some reason, in addition to his love, deep love and longing, he also longed to remember the dark story of his life. And just now he was like judging his love as if he had cheated on him and made a big mistake on him, when it was just his suspicion and jealousy.
“She Dirga, stepdaughter father.” Nindya Ma'am speaks.
“I know now, but have you never felt what I often feel?” Bang Fathur's romantic snobs still try to peek into Nindy's deep heart.
“I don't understand, what brother said. Stop confusing me...." That plain face was overwhelmed.
“Will you be compassionate brother?” Bang Zamy released his hand grip onto Nindya's mother. He immediately grabbed the tired body, hugging it tightly. And put Nindya's hands to her waist. With a little hesitation, Mbak Nindya then wrapped her hands and drowned in the arms of a man who felt it was still impossible to really be her husband.
“You know Nin?”
"What?"
“I couldn't sleep well when I saw you so close to Dirga.” Their embrace is getting tighter.
“Dirga is not anyone I bang.”
“I know, sorry to have misjudged and even jealous you.” Bang Fathur loosened his arms, and Nindya stared for a moment at the handsome man's face, looking up at him. Mbak Nindya took another step back, trying to stay away but bang Fathur instead pulled it to make them even tighter just hug. The hearts of both are the same, feeling warmth and comfort in the embrace of love.
Then, which man will bear to see the red lips wet without lipstick belonging to the woman he loved it without being rubbed with his lips anyway. Instantly they kiss their lips together, close their eyes, enjoy a touch of lips and a warm breath. Bang Fathur nimblely wet his lips, mengaguen lips beloved heart that he missed so much, although not one time mbak Nindya did it first. Bang Fathur suddenly became very lustful, he grew even more excited about those sensual lips, soft and warm as the two met. He continued to wet the lips of women without much talk with a warm touch of his lips, touch and pain that made them tight because of holding their breath. And somehow, which demon had mastered the soul of the Fathur bang, he was reckless to pull Nindya to the back of the hut that would not be seen by Papa, even if they came suddenly from below.
“Have bang, don't go on anymore, go fishing with dad.” Mbak Nindya tried to gently release the hand of bang Fathur who began to attack the breast. But the Fathur bang is getting worse, he is still trying to smell the neck of the level.
"Bang..., bang Fathur pleaselaaah.., please just stop here, come down and play with Annisa." Mbak Nindya tried to turn his face many times to avoid the trauma and long kiss of Fathur bang. But again bang Fathur kebablasan. He still traced Nindya's neck with a kiss.
"Stop bang, we're getting married soon." Sister Nindya pushed the chest of bang Fathur, but her strength was not enough to drive away this aggressive male lust. Feeling the resistance was in vain because bang Fathur had even opened two buttons of his shirt. Nindya's mother was teary-eyed, she let her where the man would do to her. He resigned, not fighting anymore. Even his two hands had already drooped, he sobbed sadly.
"Mrs? Nindyaaa.., Nindya don't cry baby...." Hearing the stuffing of Nindya, immediately bang Fathur realized. He took a few steps back and patted his head hard.
"Why stop? Do it bang, do it when it will make you happy." Still sobbing mbak Nindya sat down crying, she spoke deeply, stabbing and humiliating feelings bang Fathur. Madam Nindya covered her face with both palms. His body leaned against the wall of the house board he had lived in the past.
"Nindya, please deck, please trim your clothes. Brother is really sorry. Quickly button up your shirt...." Bang Fathur looked up at the blue sky, his hands twitching above his head. While strong winds blew the clouds marching towards the North. The weather was immediately cloudy, giving pause for both of them to cool down the emotions.
Then finished crying, mbak Nindya confirmed the buttons of her clothes that had been opened, tidied up and turned around to go to the edge of the garden. Some banana bunches, already cooked one or two. He'll cut it down to eat and half of it to sell.
"I'll talk to your father and my family...." Bang Fathur spoke before Nindya moved away. Mbak Nindya stopped his steps for a moment without turning his head, let alone answering.
"No need to wait months. Brother is marrying you soon." Bang Fathur continued speaking, while Nindya's mother passed away leaving him only able to sculpt.
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"Ooommm.., hereii.., Nisa gets a lot of ikaaaannn...." At the end of the border of the land that was sloping towards the river, Nisa climbed up slowly. He seems tired already. But his hand was agilely calling for the Fathur bang to approach immediately.
"Wait for Ca.., om get to sanaaa...." Bang Fathur answered while looking back at Nindya, who was about three meters away from him.
"Abang down the deck. Forgive brother..., brother is really khilaf." Bang Fathur spoke to Nindya who seemed to be listening to nothing at all. Waiting for an answer, and seeing that Nindya was not going to answer, Fathur walked slowly towards Papa and Annisa who had been waiting for a long time.
The clouds were running with his footsteps. The chirping bird that was resting on the branch seemed to humiliate his aggressiveness. He immediately crouched down and picked up a lump of dry land, throwing it at the birds that seemed to continue insulting him who was almost caliph.
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(connecting..).
