HANDICAPPED GIRL

Saying Everything

It's time Mr. Ramlan told Dirga everything. Perhaps frankly, Dirga will consider Mr. Ramlan's request and at least, Dirga will be kind to Nia. Whatever the risks ahead, Mr. Ramlan is prepared for the consequences, including risking Dirga's health.

Before starting the story, Mr. Ramlan took a deep breath. The old eyes stared in seriousness at Dirga, his only son.

"You remember, son of Grace?" Mr. Ramlan begins the story. Dirga seemed to think hard, trying to remember the person who had just been called Mr. Ramlan.

"Om Grace...? Which mercy is it...?" Trying to remember, but it didn't work.

"Om Rahmat whose wife is in the same village as your late mother" Mr. Ramlan gave a clue so that Dirga could remember.

"You mean the funny kid, right..?"

"He used to love your nempelin when we met family"

The events of ten years ago, when Nia was ten years old always followed where Dirga sat, buying ice cream together and many other memories. The age of ten years, making Nia and Dirga like brother and sister.

One of the factors that makes them occasionally gather, because Dirga mama and Fatimah buk are close friends. In fact, they both went from the village to migrate to this city.

Dirga seemed to think for a moment, trying to relate what is the relationship between Rahmat and Nia now. What Sania meant was the same person.

"Then, what is the relationship between Sania and Rahmat?" dirga asked impatiently to know the real facts.

Mr. Ramlan looked back at Dirga, before actually telling the truth.

"Sania is the son of your Grace"

"What?" Dirga gaped in disbelief. Where possible, especially Sania who Dirga knew first a beautiful girl is also perfect. In the past Nia had not been hijab, their last meeting was probably when Sania was in Junior High School. While Nia who is now, hijab is also disabled if the same person, Dirga must have difficulty recognizing it.

"Papa had said, Nia's hand was not a congenital defect, but because of an accident." Mr. Ramlan paused the story. Breathing out in attitude reveals all that feels stuck in the soul. "Theirga....! Papa wants to convey the one truth that you've been hiding from you"

Dirga frowned, "Truth?"

"She.., actually what's in your dream is true"

Degs....

Dirga a little shock, spontaneously his body squeezed leaning to the back of the bench.

"About five years ago, you had a collision. In the accident, accidentally the victim is om Grace you and your family" Mr. Ramlan laughed away the incident five years ago. " Bak Rahmat died at the location of the incarnation. His wife was paralyzed because her legs had been squeezed into a car seat. Nia, you have to break hands"

Jedwaaarrr.....

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. Dirga's eyes glared perfectly, with his mouth gaping. Like a slow motion he turned his gaze toward Mr. Ramlan. Want to find the truth from Mr. Ramlan's words just now. No lies, all true.

Mr. Ramlan saw Dirga starting to react uncomfortably. He rubbed his hair rough. Dirga's forehead was also heavily wrinkled, sweaty streaks popping up on his forehead, like enduring the excruciating pain.

"Y....! why ? it hurt?" mr. Ramlan stood in panic, wanting to touch Dirga's shoulder. But, his intention was null, Dirga raised one palm, refusing to touch it.

Dirga began to not be able to think clearly, glimpses of events last night fought each other with Dirga together in the past who so loved Nia, plus the collision event that again loomed. The sound of a car that was pounding violently, as well as the sound of screaming in pain, ringing back in Dirga's shadow.

"Ihhhhh.....! Aggghhh......!" the more events after bad events that revolved in the head, the cry of Nia, and the little Nia in the past, making a strong blow on Dirga's head felt more and more tormenting to the soul and body.

It turns out that Mr. Ramlan's concerns have been true all along. Dirga had not been able to control the trauma due to a great accident at that time. The accident, which accidentally took the life of Mr. Rahmat, left his wife paralyzed, including resulting in disability at the hands of Nia.

That's why the doctor advised Mr. Ramlan to make Dirga forget the accident, saying that all was just a dream that never happened.

"Aaaarrrg...., sick sir!"

Brakes.....

The chair that Dirga was sitting on fell down along with Dirga's body collapsing on the floor.

"Ga....!" Mr. Ramlan gopoh grabbed Dirga who had been convulsing on the floor.

Dirga's large body does not allow to be lifted alone by Mr. Ramlan. Therefore, he must immediately get help, the only way to call an ambulance.

Thirty minutes waiting, the ambulance arrived. Mr. Ramlan fled to the nearest hospital, to get proper treatment. Dirga's condition is no longer a seizure, only now he is in a fainting state. The cause is the inability of the brain's nervous system to be invited to think hard or in a depressed condition because it had previously experienced events that were too soul-shaking.

***

Bara has just returned from Geby's apartment, having been content to spend a long night together. There is a little regret, every time he finished playing with Geby, moreover he felt he had betrayed Dirga, but what power, he was not strong with the deadly seduction created by Geby, the cheap woman.

Arriving in the loby of the apartment, there was no suspicion whatsoever, thought Nia had stayed in her apartment. Bara entered with the face of the plates alone, maybe Nia was busy in the kitchen, Bara went straight into the room to clean herself.

Hungry stomach, the appearance was also neat, Bara swung a step towards the kitchen. His eyes scanned looking for a tiny figure that in a few days was always in plain sight. Unfortunately, the scan found nothing. Bara's apartment space is not too broad, when passing through Nia's living room is also not there. Then where is he going? Did Nia accidentally go to work because of last night? Worse, last night Bara also participated in saying inappropriate to Nia. Though actually, those words, he pinned to insinuate Geby.

Bara tries to call Nia's number, it turns out that the number is out of reach. Not satisfied once, embers make another call. Unfortunately the operator's speech remains the same. Hape Nia in an inactive state. An annoyed emar slammed down whatever was on the sofa he was sitting on now. Including flower pots perched on the table, join the target, the bells scattered on the floor due to a strong enough slam.

***

In a small town.

Nia and Fatimah had just arrived back home. From the bus terminal to the village, they took ojek. Two ojek ordered. Bring Fatimah and Nia's buk and their two suitcases. Conditions that are not possible, there are not many items that can be carried. They only carry the things they really need.

"Eh...buk Fatimah....! Just got to buk? How areya? Mashaallah...have not been home for a long time, five years...?" a neighbor came to visit Fatimah and Nia who were busy getting off the motorcycle.

"He's just arrived, Miss, thank God we're healthy. Miss Uut how are you? buk Fatimah glanced at the pale-looking Nia, yet forced a smile.

"Thank God I am good too" they shook hands with each other. Missing because long time no see.

"It's Nia, isn't it...?" ask her when Nia treats Ci Uut.

"Yes, this is Nia, my only child" replied Fatimah again. He deliberately answered, because Nia who looked uncomfortable, and the next second fell unconscious.

Bugs......

Seriate.