
After receiving a call from his father, Endro rushed straight home to the city where he lived. Something has happened. Things that make him panic and rush.
Luckily, the bus was still not going there. He was unceasingly worried about something that was troubling his mind. His heart was hot and bitter.
Survive Mentari...
I will free you from them. No matter what... What matters is you.
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That afternoon, amid the scorching heat that stung the crown, Mentari ran along the rough streets of sharp pebbles. His bare feet look dirty and moist. There's blood in there. His injured foot was no longer feeling. What he wanted at that moment, how to run so fast.
Many times he tried rubbing his soft cheeks wet from the clear water flowing from his eyes. His pale face was coated with a slightly menor powder. While his hair was scattered in disarray made him look even more miserable at that time.
The streets did not scare him. He just wanted to keep running from the bad guys who were about to prey on him. More than a savage beast, he seemed to be afraid of something that was behind him.
At that time, no one seemed to be following him. But many times he looked back, indicating that he was running from a chase.
A simple house becomes his purpose to hide. He's speeding up his foot swing to the house. The house that looked silent from in front of him, but was actually inhabited. A middle-aged man was sharpening his machete beside the house.
The middle-aged man seemed focused, so he was not aware of the arrival of Mentari.
"Yeah..." Call Mentari Mengiba. Her tears were unbearable. It flows non-stop.
The middle-aged man stopped his job. He raised his head and found out who the female figure who had called him father was in a bitter voice.
"Content?" He stood up to welcome the arrival of Mentari with a puzzled look.
"Dad..." Mentari is getting sobbing. Breath snorted. Slowly, he threw himself into the man's arms.
"Dad... Please Mentari, Dad. Hix...Hix...Hicks..." He was so emotional in the middle-aged man's embrace.
"Monitorized... What's up, son?" Confused ask. He looked panicked at the girl's condition. The middle-aged man was none other than Kamil, Endro's father.
"Strick out the fear, Dad. Please Mentari..." Pintanya.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Mentari had not had time to answer Kamil's question, someone who was none other than Nini came there. He carried a bushel in his hand.
"Wa'alaikumussalam..." Kamil Sahut. While Mentari who did not know who because he did not see the arrival of Nini, he immediately hid behind Kamil's back.
Nini is also so, he has not even had time to see the face of Mentari. "Who is he, Kamil?" Tanya Nini was curious.
"Oh... He's a Mentari, Mom. Endro's friend. We think, I recognize him." Kamil Sahut.
The mentari who heard the words of Endro's father peeked little by little. He made sure who came at that time. It might have been too long for him, so he had forgotten about Nini's voice.
"Nittle?" It was quick when he had clearly seen the old woman's face.
"Content?" Pekik Nini no less excited to see the girl who had long known him.
Mentari immediately ran around reaching the standing position of Nini. He immediately grabbed the old body so tightly and cried out in his arms.
"Nop.... Hix...Hix...Hix... Huu uuu Huu uuu" Mentari sobbing. There was a heavy burden that he was carrying at the time. It's just, they don't know what it is.
"Swimming, Son... Relax..." Nini said as she gently stroked Mentari's shoulder, she tried to calm Mentari who really looked pitiful at that moment.
"We'd better go inside, ma'am. Ask Mentari to talk over lunch. He must have not eaten either." Kamil Proposal. He could not bear to see the pain emanating from the sobs of Mentari.
Nini according. He brought Mentari into Kamil's house.
"What's really going on, son?" Kamil asked who was impatient to know the truth that happened to the girl.
"Start scared, Dad..." Again he was so excited. Perhaps a terrible thing in his mind, re-groaned his mind.
"Yes... But you're afraid why, son." Tanya Kamil remained soft.
"There was a guest coming to the house." Mentari began his story behind his still-sounding hustle.
"Then?" Kamil asked increasingly curious.
"The father called Mentari to serve the guest well. Mentari thought that making drinks and serving food was the best way to serve it.
Butno. Sis Juwita and I even dress Mentari. After that, they locked Mentari in the room and did not let Mentari out of there.
Mentari fear.... Mentari tried to find a way out, but Mentari did not find it. The whole window had an iron trellis.
Not long after, the guest was heard about to enter the room. And Mentari immediately hid behind the door of the room. He went in and called out the name of Mentari in a frightening tone. And that's when Mentari can get out of there.
He shouted loudly saying that Mentari had run away, and it made Father, Mother and Sister Juwita inflamed.
Mentari decided to get out of the house and run as far away from them as possible. Mentari Remember Endro... Mentari misses him a lot.
That's why Mentari ran here. Because it's... If Mentari had gone to Nini's place, they would have found Mentari easily. Ehhe.... Eeeeee huk
Please Mentari... Endrooos..." The sun is sobbing so hard.
Nini immediately hugged him back. He calmed Mentari to stop wailing.
As for Kamil, he did not even know what to do other than to look at the pity of the girl in front of him at that moment.
Without a second thought, Kamil immediately walked out of the dining room. He took his cell phone that was on the front room table to call Endro, his son.
Tut's... Tut's... Tut's...
Assalamu'alaikum, Dad... Endro's answer from across the street.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, End... Do you still want to know about Mentari?" Kamil asked without making small talk to his son.
You met him?
"He's here, son. He's so miserable and looks pathetic." Kamil's voice sounded blaring.
What's up with the Mentari, Dad? Endro's voice sounded panicked and so worried about the girl.
Then Kamil told what he heard from Mentari to Endro. There was no more noise unless Endro said that he would be home soon. And the phone ended.
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