HANDICAPPED GIRL

Abrars

There were no signs of being conscious, but Nia had fainted for almost an hour. Thank goodness he passed out on the night of the house, and fortunately again, there was a miss Uut there, so there was someone to help. If only Fatimah had, how the situation was. The problem is, Fatimah's buk legs that can not stand for long.

Earlier, Ms. Uut offered Nia to take her home, because the house that Buk Fatimah will live in, has not been cleaned, is still dusty.

Cik Uut is the sister of Mama Dirga and still has a distant family relationship with buk Fatimah. Because of the neighbors, Fatimah buk mandahi Cik Uut to look at the house relics of his parents while he was in another city.

"Previously Miss apologizes if this question is far away" Ms. Uut who also sat not far from Nia's bed mince words before continuing.

"Ask Ms, if I can answer, I answer" said buk Fatimah who had been busy sticking a bottle of eucalyptus oil that was opened to Nia's nose. At first glance he glanced at the Uut Lady.

"It's a collision problem that's causing you to go like this" Ms. Uut glanced at Nia's hand, then turned to Fatimah's buk leg. "Even Nia's father had to leave for good. Is there no responsibility from the perpetrator's family?" ask Cik Uut seriously. He looked seriously at the Fatimah buk who was also stunned for a moment, when the old story was revealed again. Worse, the perpetrator has also destroyed Nia's future.

"We have been sincere Ms" that's the only answer Fatimah buk. Quickly he turned his attention by busily massaging Nia's hand and turned to throw a question. "Yes Ms...., from earlier I did not care if there was anyone in this house? Where did Cik's niece who used to live here go?" buk Fatimah flirted towards the outside of the room.

"You mean, Abrar?"

"Abrar huh, sister Sumi?"

"She Abrar, the child comes home at least once a week. Usually Saturday afternoon I go home. Just said there was the same activity of the puskesmas people, maybe later in the afternoon just home"

"People puskesmas?" buk Fatimah repeated the word, still ambiguous with the speech of Ms. Uut.

"He.., Abrar works at a puskesmas in the district, so mantri there" explained Cik Uut proudly. Abrar is the son of Cik Uut's youngest brother, Dirga's cousin.

It was Uut who raised and sent Abrar to school, like a son. Abrar's parents had been divorced since he was a child. Shortly after the divorce, Abrar's mother died. He was also divorced because of his sickly condition. Abrar's father remarried and did not know where he was. Ms. Uut herself never married. He used to date, only once let down to make him anti on men.

"Alhamdulillah. Means Cik successfully raised Abrar" buk Fatimah said sincerely, happy for Abrar's success.

"Yes, the big sister who feels dreams. You know, you're working. Just a little worried Cik, his son kayak who does not want to know this woman"

"Sik.gimana anyway! Children do not want to date even weighed. In fact it's good lo Cik" Buk Fatimah looked seriously at Cik Uut. "later if his marriage match has come" appeared a little smile on the lips buk Fatimah.

"Yes, who knows the soul mate of Nia" Ceplos Cik Uut. Since then, he had admired Nia's beautiful face. From Nia's behavior before fainting, Ms. Uut saw Nia as a polite child.

Buk Fatimah gulped his saliva rough. Clearly imprinted a bitter smile on his lips. If Nia was still intact, maybe she would quickly agree. Without feeling a drop of tears escaped in the corner of the eye. Fast, Fatimah wiped her tears.

***

Dirga's straight eyelashes moved slowly. Open slowly sign she just regained consciousness. An hour ago he had been moved to the treatment room, there was a faithful Mr. Ramlan waiting by the side.

"Pa....!" call him softly when he swept a look at Mr. Ramlan's face.

"You're sober, son....?" a relieved smile decorate the lips of Mr. Ramlan, since he was very worried, afraid of the events of five years ago repeated again. Dirga had also experienced depression.

"Where is Nia pa.....?" said Dirga with a different shake.

"Where is Nia pa.....?" rework Dirga once again. The first question does not get an answer. There was fear in Dirga's eyes.

"Now you rest first, about Nia let papa later who will go to his house"

Dirga tried to get up, quickly Ramlan raised the head of the bed to support the back of Dirga so that he can lean comfortably.

"Father don't go alone, we'll go together later. Dirga wants to apologize for what Dirga has done to Nia" said Dirga was very regretful. He will apologize to Nia directly, if they meet later.

Mr. Ramlan smiled, accompanied by a nod. There was a happiness bonar in his eyes. Dirga has started to soften, hopefully after this there is good news.

"Now you rest! Calm your mind! Don't think of the macem-macem!"

According to Dirga, he also returned to lay the body on the patient's bed.

***

Since Bara's return, Geby has been in constant contact with Dirga, the lover of his money tree. Unfortunately, there was no reply from Dirga. There was no response either. Though usually, Dirga is the first to contact him.

"Where the hell....?! piss me off" grumbled Geby, he threw the original hape into his king-size bed. While shaking his waist, he paced incoherently.

"Where do I want to go? Errghghhh.....!"

Geby squeezed his hair rough. "Did I ask Ama Bara only once? Last night I've been looking at him" quickly Geby again grabbed the eavesdropping on the bed. After that, call the number Bara.

In a different place, Bara just looked at the object that was asking to be lifted. In the slightest, he did not intend to touch the square object, let alone to lift the call of a Geby, he preferred to continue inhaling his favorite object. The thing that always accompanied his life. Especially when there is something that interferes with its concentration, as it is today.

"Allen..!!! Where the hell are they?!" Geby snarled back. After trying to contact Bara, in fact he again swallowed disappointment.

***

Afternoon

"Assyn.....!" Abrar said hello when he was about to enter the house whose door was already open

"Goddessalam..." Nia who happened to be sitting in the guest room answered his greetings.

Abrar's eyes met face to face with my eyes Nia, before Nia finally cut off contact and chose to enter the guest room, because he was not wearing a hijab.

Abrar felt like he was in a dreamland, after five years passed, only today he could look me in the eye again. Even a beautiful smile was etched on her lips.

Seriate......