HANDICAPPED GIRL
Go home to Kampung Lapangan
In the last five years, only tonight became the longest time, quietest and wisest in Dirga's sleep. A beautiful dream also filled his sleep. Just woke up, when the warm morning sun began to sting the skin.
Slowly the eyelids began to open, there was still a smile left on his thick lips. A smile engraved because of a beautiful dream that really feels real, Dirga spent a long night, sipping favors with a beautiful woman, crazy, who is definitely not Geby.
For now, Dirga considers all events last night are only a dream, because the temporal lobe has not been fully active.
Slowly, Dirga sat himself on the bed, with his hair still in disarray. He was trying to raise awareness. The room occupied is not the main house, but a house purchased secretly, a year later. Geby doesn't even know about this house. Because if you are lazy to go home, especially there is a problem with Mr. Ramlan or Geby, this is where Dirga rests. Minimalist house is one hundred square meters.
Eyes that were still half-open, scanning the room, while remembering why Dirga could bring himself there. When the eyes rolled to the side, Dirga caught a mattress that was shapeless, very tangled and looked messy. One pillow also looks falling on the floor. The next second Dirga's eyes spontaneously squeaked perfectly, not to mention seeing the amount of blood spots that dried on the bed sheet even came about the blanket he was wearing. Jemari also felt the red color attached to ensure validity, and it turned out to be true, it was a dried blood patch. But what blood?
Slowly but surely, the pieces of events last night began to assemble, like puzzle cards arranged according to their shape. It starts with a meeting between her and Nia at a restaurant. Until he brought Nia to the house with the end of rape that led to take the crown of Nia.
It is still clear to imagine the face of Nia who was in pain as she did the unification, how delicious Dirga touched Nia's body, inch by inch, all framing and firmly imprinted in memory.
Finally the question was solved. Kontan Dirga's eyes scanned the entire room looking for the existence of a figure that gave meaning to him last night, unfortunately the room was empty, the shadow was not scanned. Dirga quickly wrapped the blanket around her lower body, jumping down towards the bathroom.
Dirga pushed the bathroom door rough, followed by a face full of anxiety. But empty again approached, Nia was not there. Still hoping Nia was in the house, Dirga again ran to another area. Satisfied around the entire room, even the warehouse came along on the sambangi, but alas, Nia was really gone.
Dirga scooped rough hair on head. Wake off the annoyance of who knows what. Anxiety is covering his handsome face. Still at the same time, Dirga again swung his legs towards the room he occupied last night. Wanted to wear clothes so that she could catch up with Nia. Currently Dirga's brain is only filled with Nia, and Nia.
Satisfied looking for a shirt that was worn last night, even under the bed is also a concern, dear somehow where the shirt disappeared. Desperate, Dirga opens the wardrobe, looking for a casual t-shirt. Polo shirt shirt is an option. He rushed back out of the house, riding an iron horse, then gas entered the highway.
***
Different place.
Nia and Fatimah buk are on their way on an inter-county bus. Last night Fatimah had made a decision, that she would take Nia home. Away from the people who had always been arbitrary to Nia.
Buk Fatimah hopes that after this he can live life calmly, without interference, or threats from cruel humans. Where they went, Fatimah buk still has a parent's inheritance, although it is considered an old house, which is important for where she and Nia shelter from the rain and heat.
Taking a fairly long trip to take about four hours, finally they have entered the city limits, and it is estimated that another half hour will reach the destination city.
Nia stared blankly out the window, her face slightly pale, with powerful eye bags. Sometimes tears still melt without asking. Last night was too painful. Honestly, if she didn't have faith, maybe Nia would have ended her life. Fortunately, Buk Fatimah did not blame much less judgment, which he always gave support.
Nia had not been able to accept what had happened to her. Can buk Fatimah maklumi. It's not easy to live after what happened. As a mother who has given birth to Nia, buk Fatimah can feel what the child feels just wayang. Regretting fate is not a feature of the faithful, bu Fatimah does not want Nia to drag on, although it is not easy, they will live a new life in a new city as well. Hopefully after this their lives will be better.
***
Satisfied with the chase, Dirga did not find Nia's whereabouts. Even secretly, Dirga visited Nia's residence, like a detective who does reconnaissance. There, the house that used to live in Nia looks deserted uninhabited. The door of the house was also tightly closed. Long enough he was there, wailing constantly monitoring, but there was indeed no one there. Maybe Nia has gone to work at Bara's house, she thought.
Satisfied waiting for no results, Dirga decided to go home first. I'll figure out a way to meet Nia. Conscious or not, now even Dirga who wants to meet Nia. Wasn't the original purpose of him doing it all so that Nia would go away from herself as well as Bara? But why now he was busy looking for Nia.
While driving, Dirga hit the steering wheel rough, he himself felt he did not know what he really wanted. Frustrated, that's what I don't feel when I don't see Nia.
With a giant step, Dirga got down from the car into the house. Apparently, in the corner of the courtyard there was Mr. Ramlan who was observing his behavior. The old man was hanging a bird on a tree next to a yard fence. He just shook his head, then continued to spray water on the birds in the cage.
"Where was the night sleeping?" mr. Ramlan approached Dirga who was sitting daydreaming in the back yard seat. The lounge chair was pulled slowly, then sat down with Dirga.
"Sleeping at a friend's house" at a glance Dirga glanced at Mr. Ramlan, the next second again staring at the shallow fish pond.
"Whose friend? Ja**that's you?" satirize Mr. Ramlan, while removing one cigarette from the box. Latch a gas match, then ignite it. The first one felt so good.
Since last night, until this second Dirga did not share any news with Geby. Though usually waking up he immediately sends words of love and longing. Geby is also the same, because he is currently cool at the horse race with Bara.
Dirga had not yet answered, confused to say what, because actually until this moment, the one spinning back in Dirga's head was only Nia.
"Pa..., how the hell...the beginning of the story Nia can work with us?" There was no wind, no lightning, Dirga asked what sounded taboo in Mr. Ramlan's ear.
Seriate.....
