HANDICAPPED GIRL
24 GC
Mr. Ramlan was pacing around like an iron. Ten times he went in and out of the living room terrace, living room terrace, to monitor whether Dirga had gone home. It turns out that Dirga's car has not been seen, which means Dirga has not yet returned home. One that Mr. Ramlan was afraid of, Dirga returned to the woman's arms****** and forgot his way home.
The clock in the hand has led to the number eleven night, should if Dirga only intended to take Geby home is not possible during and overnight.
Just about to close the door, the roar of Dirga's car was heard entering the courtyard. Hurry, Mr. Ramlan swings his legs, waiting for Dirga on the porch. His gaze was watchful on Dirga who had just gotten off the car.
"Why haven't you slept?" Dirga approached Mr. Ramlan, he stood exactly two meters from the distance of Mr. Ramlan standing at this time. The car keys are held in his left hand. The old man, who had always been possessive of himself, waited for him to come home with his tired face. Dirga began to realize the attitude of Mr. Ramlan who like this is a form of affection, to him.
"Yet, papa is waiting for you. Why was this last night?" talk to Ramlan with questions.
"Rome from Geby's ngantar, stop for a coffee. On the way home there was a fake" Dirga lied. There's no way he said going to that house, it could be a long affair. So far Mr. Ramlan doesn't know about the house.
"Come, rest! You are not very healthy! Sleeping too late is not good for your health!" send Mr. Ramlan who is possessed by Dirga. Mr. Ramlan could see the tangled face also tired Dirga. Therefore he was not up to the heart to ask much. But there are still many questions that run in the heart? Let it be finished tomorrow.
Both went into the house, each to his private room. Ramlan immediately rested himself, while Dirga was busy opening social media looking for Sania's name in the search field. From FB to IG. Many names Sania and Nia he met, only unfortunately not Nia who he was looking for. Tired.., time has also led to the number one in the morning, Dirga finally fell asleep with his hands still holding the phone.
***
In another city.
Just asleep, Nia was back in the nightmarish, exactly the real incident the other day. Dreams that can evoke overwhelming fear. Nia screamed hysterically, not unlike people who were in danger. Anything that can be achieved, thrown away. It was as if he was throwing towards Dirga who came back to want to rape her. A thread of sweat seeped down his forehead.
Buk Fatimah who slept in bed with Nia also woke up. With a worried face he sat down, calling Nia's name, while patting Nia's shoulder who was also in a sitting position. Several times the calls were not received. Even Fatimah buk had been pushed by Nia, fortunately not to fall to the floor. Looking at Nia who was not aware, even though her eyes were open, forced buk Fatimah to grab a bottle of drinking water that was beside the mattress on a small table. Quickly he poured into the palm, after which it was directly rubbed into the face of Nia who was still screeching screaming for help.
"Your ....!" Kontan Nia. Tears are still pouring. The shocked gaze was still filled with a gripping aura, fear. Breath that is still hunting, making Nia's shoulders come up and down. His body was still slightly trembling, his hands and body were also flooded with cold sweat, as the body reacted to the excessive fear.
Fatimah's Buk pulled Nia's body into her arms. Elusan dear he gave it on the head as well as Nia's back. Devouring affection to calm and give warmth to Nia. Buk Fatimah knows, Nia must have a dream like last night. Dreams that can shake the psychic Nia. Truly as a mother, at the bottom of the deepest heart there is an immeasurable pain. Without Nia knowing, a single tear fell on Fatimah's cheek.
"Your...! He came again" Nia's voice rambunctiously interspersed with a whim.
"It was just a dream, baby!" both palms of Fatimah's buk stuck to Nia's cheek, a straight look through Nia's vantage point. "Forget everything! Nia had to rise from that nightmare! Don't let it ruin your happiness!"
"Nia's afraid of buk ...."
"Remove that fear! you should be able to, we start a new life here, in this place!"
Nia nodded, the two hugged back. Sling divided the power.
"We're sleeping again!" cajole Fatimah and be taken by Nia.
***
Shower immediately, get dressed, after Dirga down complete with a briefcase in hand. Mr. Ramlan at the dinner table turned to Dirga who was busy coming down the stairs. Besides, there was a aunt who served breakfast.
"You want to work?" asked Mr. Ramlan shortly after Dirga sat himself in the chair facing him.
"She had to work, because the longer Dirga did not enter, the work would be more piled up" Dirga's hands were busy rubbing jam on the bread.
"You're still not healthy, why not take another day off?"
"Can not pa, there is work that must be done quickly Dirga. No need to worry, Dirga is healthy. One Dirga needs papa's help, that's even if you don't mind"
"Say! Whatisit? god willing if papa can, surely papa please" said Mr. Ramlan enthusiastically.
Dirga and Mr. Ramlan look at each other, "look for Nia for Dirga pa!" pinta Dirga in the end.
"Definitely! Papa will definitely look for the existence of Nia, without you pinta papa will still do it" replied Ramlan full of confidence.
"Thank you pa"
"Sama-sama" a faint smile rose on Mr. Ramlan's face. Although at this time he does not know the existence of Nia, hearing Dirga's desire to make Mr. Ramlan happy is extraordinary.
***
Early in the morning Nia was awake, finished carrying out her obligations, Nia was immediately busy berberes. From the house to the yard. As of this moment, Nia was busy sweeping the courtyard. At the same time, Abrar was busy heating the motor to go to the puskesmas in the district.
"It!" Sapa Abrar once saw Nia who was also in the courtyard. Beautiful woman in black bergo hijab, with a skirt along her ankles. The long-sleeved shirt that Nia always wore.
"Sister Abrar, are you going to work?" reply Nia. In the vision Nia Abrar was ready with his white uniform.
"He wants to go, but the bike manasin first. How is Nia healthy?" Abrar was making small talk looking for chat material. His gaze was straight at Nia who was in the next courtyard.
"Alhamdulillah is well" Nia replied while returning busy swinging a broom. Stared at Abrar long ago, making Nia feel less good.
"oh..thank you then. If there's anything, don't hesitate to tell Abrar's brother the same Cik Uut ya!" continue Abrar again.
Nia nodded, "thank you sister" Nia replied with a smile. "Nia go inside first!" pamit Nia's.
"It ..., please....!" Abrar's gaze was fixed until Nia disappeared in the door. Abrar's smile was reluctant to go out since he saw Nia yesterday.
Seriate.....
