HANDICAPPED GIRL

Broken Spirit

Approximately twenty-four hours, undergoing treatment in the hospital, this afternoon Dirga has been allowed to go home. No more medical equipment attached to his body, all of which were taken off last night. Because Dirga's physical is fine, the only thing that hurts is his soul.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, while fiddling with hape Dirga's face looks fresh with hair on the head is still a little wet because it just finished bathing. He wears a black casual t-shirt with creamy chinos.

Mr. Ramlan had just finished the hospital administration, now that sweet black old man, was preparing to bring Dirga home. Every now and then he glanced at Dirga who seemed to focus on scrolling through the phone screen. Sometimes it seems to frown, a sign of what is seen seizes the mind. Mr. Ramlan knows, it must be a work matter. Because Dirga who Mr. Ramlan knows, is a work enthusiast.

"Udah.., don't think about work first!" said Mr. Ramlan with his hands busy putting Dirga dirty clothes into a bag of crackles.

Dirga who was focused turned to look at Mr. Ramlan who was on the side of his bed. "Just check the email in Pa, afraid that something important" said Dirga casually accompanied by a small smile on his lips. The face that had been a little tense, immediately turned friendly.

"Your health is much more important, right.....? The part about handing over your men can't?" the old gaze was clearly still watering in worry. Especially after seeing the condition of Dirga yesterday. Once made Mr. Ramlan feel like he was on the edge of the horn.

"Dirga is healthy, papa do not worry excessively, after all not all work we can trust the same subordinates" Dirga pressed the key button on the phone, then pocketed the square object into his pants. Divorce the two legs that are linked, and get off the bed with the toes busy pinching the sandals on the left and right legs.

"But, however, you still have to rest! Remember the doctor's message, don't mind much, let alone stress!" indisputable remarks from Mr. Ramlan to Dirga. He stared fixedly at his son who was busy looking down to take things out of the closet, there were some cakes that had not been eaten, as well as some bottles of mineral water. Dirga put in a white crackle bag.

"After coming from Nia's house, Dirga rested" said Dirga excitedly after he stood up straight and finished cleaning the bottle of mineral water that had been held. There are things that make Dirga eager to go home quickly, namely Nia. He wanted to meet immediately to ascertain Nia's condition, and apologize to the woman he had destroyed her physique and soul.

"Alright then" finally Mr. Ramlan gave up. But in his heart he cheered happily. Dirga returned to being the gentle Dirga of his words, and was in control. Dirga also looks excited to meet Nia, which means that the yellow light starts to light up.

***

Half an hour's drive from the hospital, finally Mr. Ramlan's car entered the Fatimah buk housing complex. Dirga slightly slowed down the speed of the car, in addition to the slightly narrow complex road also Nia's house which began to look from a distance.

As soon as I saw the door of the house that opened, somehow Dirga's heart was pounding. The steering wheel of the car was wet because of the suddenly sweaty palms. Dirga was covered in fear, her face was too pias, not anything he imagined rejection or maybe Nia's fear of him. How not, that night, Dirga had inflicted a deep trauma on Nia.

"Y....! Come on.....! why even daydream?" mr. Ramlan who was preparing to go down looked closely at Dirga who was staring with a gaze towards Nia's house.

Dirga who regained consciousness, quickly turned to Ramlan sir, a nervous smile clearly visible on his face.

"You're the one who's nervous anyway.....?" add Mr. Ramlan again while staring in the direction of Dirga.

"Eng.cow" said Dirga stammered, and pretended to be busy normalizing the car's teeth and pulling the hand brake lever, to distract Mr. Ramlan.

Seeing Dirga's behavior, made Ramlan's sir shake his head and smile inwardly. The stubborn Dirga can also be groggy like this.

"Assyn......!" mr. Ramlan said his greetings while looking into the house whose door was left open.

Waiting for a second, no one answered the greetings. Mr. Ramlan looked at Dirga. Dirga who was standing behind Mr. Ramlan looked a little agitated.

No one has answered yet.

"People may be in the bathroom again pa, we wait a moment longer" suggested Dirga. He shifted from behind Mr. Ramlan, moved to sit on a plastic chair on the terrace.

Not long a greeting sounded from within, "walaikumsalam.." a mother-capital of the pastor slightly stirred up to the one who was visiting.

Hearing the greeting, Dirga who had just sat up got up, and stood beside Ramlan.

"Eh.there is Mr. Ramlan, said buk Ning.

"He's a buk.." a smile grew on Ramlan's lips, he knew very well who buk Ning was. Because Mr. Ramlan was the one who sought and paid the contract for Fatimah buk.

"What do you need, sir?" said buk Ning when he finished shaking hands with Mr. Ramlan and Dirga.

"Is Fatimah's mom?" point Mr. Ramlan with his face towards the house. If Nia's at this hour, it'll work, Ramlan thought.

"Lho.....emang sir Ramlan did not know, or not told?" ask buk Ning with a frowning frown, looking at Mr. Ramlan.

"Emang why?" Dirga who connected tanya slightly approached towards buk Ning. He was worried, afraid that something bad happened to Nia due to his yesterday.

Buk Ning looked at Dirga then back in Ramlan's face, "they've moved?" he said it briefly with lips falling down afterwards.

"Moved???" mr. Ramlan and Dirga spoke together.

Buk Ning simply nodded in response.

"Why move? Where did they move?" ask Dirga quickly.

"If the problem I do not know, because it was dawn buk Fatimah and Nia came to the house just return the key. I didn't have time to ask too many questions, as they seemed to be in a hurry. After handing over their keys immediately left" buk Ning explained what had happened earlier at dawn.

Dirga and Mr. Ramlan looked at each other, both of them were worried about the same magnitude. Dirga thinks Nia's departure has something to do with what he has done to Nia and that is the truth. While Mr. Ramlan considers his arrival yesterday to make them leave. Because at that time Mr. Ramlan had discussed the problem of arranged marriage again.

"Don't they say, where is it, buk?" Dirga still wants to know.

"No, they didn't say anything" said buk Ning weakly. Makes Dirga discouraged.

Seriate.....