HANDICAPPED GIRL
23 GC
"Don't you come down?" Geby stared at the astonished Dirga who was still faithfully sitting in the seat, the savety belt was still attached to the shoulder, with the car engine that was also still on.
"I'm going straight home. Again not feeling well, want to take a break. Tomorrow we meet" said Dirga flat without looking at Geby. Dirga's gaze was straight ahead, currently both of them were in the basement of Geby's apartment. In addition to the brain that focuses on Nia, Dirga's answer is true, his body feels back pain since knowing Nia's move from the owner of the contract. A thousand regrets were still lodged in the head, all about Nia.
"You why the hell...?! Never believed it to me? Usually you take me first, but this? You are not in a relationship with another woman, right...? Or are you bored with me?" Dirga silent. Geby stared hard at Dirga. There was a big question mark lingering in his heart. One hand holds the car door while the other hand holds the car body. Geby reluctantly closes the car door. An annoyance gathered into one in the corner of his heart. Actually at the bottom of the heart, he was in a state of fear, afraid if Dirga knew something about him.
"Jawab baby!" Geby half yelled at Dirga.
"Geb..., please! I really don't feel well anymore. Dirga's breathless gaze lay on the forced Geby. No more words of affection, Dirga felt himself also no longer me, but 'gue', due to the annoyance of the childish attitude of Geby. "If you're still insistent don't blame me if I act rude!" Said Dirga in a threatening tone accompanied by a serious look at Geby.
Never did Dirga speak this harshly, make Geby's guts shrivel, his face turned fearful, because all this time Dirga always gently apply soft.
Geby's plan closed the door, had not had time to shift the body intact, Dirga immediately tancap gas. Geby was shocked and shocked, what if his body was still stuck in the car, or the position of the feet under the undercarriage, most likely he would be a victim today.
Geby stared at the horror of Dirga's departure, from her filer's lips, out swear words to Dirga.
***
Finished driving Geby home, Dirga did not immediately go home to Mr. Ramlan. He had to make sure of something first, the main purpose of the house where he spent the night enjoying the imposition on Nia. Upon arrival there, still in the house, the lights of the former night were still on. Dirga is very, very hopeful that Nia is here. All events began to loom, from the imposition of coercion accompanied by the rude attitude of Dirga to Nia. How Nia cries when treated harshly by him. Unfortunately not a single hint of Dirga's mercy. He treated Nia like an animal, even more, in drag by holding Nia's one hand. Just remembering it, made Dirga's heart cry out in pain.
Slowly swing your legs, enter the house, the first place to be checked, the room. Dirga opened the door of the main room, where the incident occurred. The place where Dirga managed to destroy Nia was as devastating. Actions that make a little girl who was once considered her own sister go far from her life.
Nothing had changed, everything was still the same as when Dirga left the room. Pillows were strewn everywhere, tangled blankets were loosened on the floor. Watching it all comes back to framing memories that feel somehow. On the one hand Dirga was very fond of Nia's body, even the taste that Nia gave, was much more delicious than what she got with Geby. But on the other hand, Dirga felt a huge sense of guilt, he had destroyed physically and mentally Nia. Punished with whatever it feels like can't pay off Dirga's mistakes on Nia.
Dirga sat languidly on her king size mattress. Something invisible returned blindly to his heart and heart. When feeling the red stained sheets that are still attached to the white sheets.
"Aagggghhhh.......!" Dirga yelled out the tightness that filled the chest cavity. Tears flowed down both cheeks.
"Sorry sister Nia...! Sorry sister....!" dirga said in her tears.
***
"Sik...makasih...., we have rested, also let me beberes. If there is no Ms do not know how we are" said buk Fatimah sincerely. He and Nia give permission to return to the inheritance house, the only treasure they have. It was not until noon that Uut was the one who was a little, Fatimah was just helping what she could do from a wheelchair.
Unfortunately, Abrar did not respond. His focus was on the woman standing beside Fatimah's buk wheel. It was Nia, the girl who had already stirred Abrar's heart.
"Bar....!" call Cik Uut again while elbowing Abrar's body.
"Younu......" Abrar grimaced in pain then glanced at Cik Uut who was also staring at him.
"Dream later" said Cik Uut slowly.
Abrar grinned at the horse, only to be aware of the recklessness of his attitude that blatantly admired Nia.
"Thank you for Ms.'s offer, but I think tonight Nia and Mak have to go home, so later Nia can while packing what is appropriate" added Nia eliminate to the clumsiness because from earlier Abrar stared fixedly at himself.
"Why not sleep here alone, tomorrow we both clean it, after all he said Nia is also not healthy right...? Abrar reluctantly goes to try to find a thousand reasons.
"Thank you sister, Nia is fine, Miss we say yes...!" quickly Nia took control to leave, she pushed the Fatimah buk wheelchair. All the clothes have been removed since this afternoon.
"Assyn.....!" say buk Fatimah and Nia at the same time.
"Goddessalam....!" Abrar and Ms. Uut said at the same time.
Abrar was still staring fixedly at Nia, until the woman actually entered the house.
"Udah mandanginnya! a little more!" goda Cik Uut's.
"If you have a girl like Nia Abrar want to bangett....Mother"
"Ih..., you, try that first let Mak not think of the macem. But don't be too nervous, he if Nia wants, who knows he already has one, after all Cik see Nia cuek-cuek aja tuh to you not like that"
"Ih.... Mak, don't do it dong, there was no one who felt what it was, so Abrar did not respond, if this one is different Mak.... That's why Mak should support Abrar!" Abrar took Cik Uut back into the house and closed the door because it was getting dark for a while.
Seriate......
