HANDICAPPED GIRL

28 GC

"It...!. Wh why? I've been waiting for it the same nak Abrar, ntar kesorean goinya" Buk Fatimah came to greet Nia who was sitting pensive at the table with a straight look at the framed glass in front of her. Not an expensive decorative table, but a worn table that began to weathered in the termite meal.

Nia who was pensive far out of nowhere realized with the greeting of the sound of Fatimah buk. He turned his head to face Fatimah behind him.

"Oh, uh, Nia didn't go, did she?"

"Lho...so what?, dear Abrar boy. Since then he has been waiting for you on the terrace" Buk Fatimah sat himself on the lip of Nia's mattress, right next to Nia's right is at this time.

"Nia's shy buk" great-grandson Nia softly while bowing her gaze.

Fatimah's buk plan grabbed Nia's hand, grasping it warm, as warm as her affection. "Nia was beaten up by my mother!" A heartfelt look buk Fatimah entered through Nia's round eyes. Make the eyes of both fight each other. "Nobody needs to be ashamed! There is nothing wrong, what has passed, bury it, as deep as possible, enough we and God know. Be Sania a mother child like back then, cheerful and unyielding! I'm sure Nia's a strong woman!"

Fatimah's gaze grew stronger, as if she was transferring power to Nia's soul. A small smile, finally rising at the corner of Nia's lips. He nodded, beginning to feel a power surging within him.

"Well.., it's dong.., this is my mother's son"

The two embrace each other. Mutually strengthen. Because between the two of them, there is no longer a male figure that is used as a backup when the two start to shake even almost fall.

"Still buk.." said Nia sincerely while stretching out her embrace.

He was answered with a nod by the old woman. There was a sense of relief to see the smile on his daughter's lips.

"Udah now you go gih! The children of the people, the moldy ntar over and over" buk Fatimah chuckled.

On the porch of the house, Abrar looks restless. Sitting wrong, standing up wrong. His eyes unceasingly swept through the contents of the house, looking for the figure he was waiting for, but had not yet appeared. Time is running away. The hour hand, pointing to the current four-afternoon figure. The more agitated Abrar was.

"Sister!, go yuk....!"

Abrar was shocked, spontaneously he turned his head towards the voice that suddenly greeted him. A smile also appeared on Abrar's lips. There was Nia who was standing at the door. Modern kebaya suit is light gray in the black hijab pasmina model as a head covering. Do not miss the small black bag attached to his right shoulder. Beautiful and cute, that was Nia in Abrar's eyes at the moment.

"Sir, ayokkk......! So no?" Nia repeated her invitation. Because Abrar is still sculpting. Let alone move his body, just blink he reluctantly.

"Eh .., he..ayok" said Abrar nervously accompanied by an awkward smile because he was caught wet enjoying the beauty of God's creation.

Abrar stood up, not forgetting he patted the material pants to get back neat. "Pamit ibuk first yes!" his permission while passing Nia who was busy putting up sandals with five inches, there is a rope in the eye of the foot.

"Your....! Abrar, let's take Nia, okay?!" he said while bending his head at the connecting door of the living room and kitchen.

"She's gone, mom's back. Careful yeah!" only the sound of Fatimah's buk is heard, maybe the person is in the bathroom. Think Abrar.

"It's buk" after saying that, Abrar goes back around, preparing to go with Nia to the wedding of one of his best friends.

"Where's the motor, brother?" Nia fiddling, the view of the house page. Nihil, he did not find the existence of a motorcycle commonly used in Abrar.

"In particular today we ride this alone" Abrar turned his head towards Nia.

"Well the car means?" Nia stopped, five steps beside the black Avanza parked sweetly in Abrar's yard.

"Yes" Abrar answered briefly while pressing the button on the remote car key. Automatic car lock open.

"But whose car is this?" Nia had no intention of entering, before her curiosity was resolved.

"Nia was calm, which is definitely not a stolen car" Abrar chuckled amusedly at Nia's face.

"Ih..., Brother Abrar, the answer is that...." Nia pursed her thin lips while getting into the car. Abrar who was still chuckling closed the car door after Nia sat down perfectly. Abrar again circled the car in and sat behind the steering wheel. Striking the car keys, and starting, the engine was on.

Nia was busy putting on her seat belt, Abrar did the same.

"A-C what's artificial?" Abrar turned towards Nia.

"meaning?" Clearly Nia was confused by Abrar's remark.

"What does our brother mean by air conditioner?" Abrar made his point clear.

"Oh...." Nia ber oh riya's. I just heard what Abrar said. " It's up to Abrar". Connect Nia.

"Ok, we just pack AC, because brother is not willing to stick dust on Nia's skin".

"Sister Abrar what the hell ..." instantly Nia's face blushed. In order for Abrar not to see her change in face, Nia chose to stare out the side window.

Slowly the car left the yard of Cik Uut house and Buk Fatimah, because it is the position of the two houses side by side.

"It's brother's car" Abrar suddenly explained the status of the car that was still hanging. Nia turned her head, glanced at Abrar at a glance, then stared at the streets ahead. His lips closed tightly, still faithful to hear the continuation of Abrar's story.

"Still nyicil anyway.." continued Abrar typical with the oddity that accompanies each speech. "Nearly three years of nyicil, the rest of the next few months are finished"

"Kok Nia never saw this car hanging out in front" Nia pulled out her uneg-uneg. You see a week in the village, only this afternoon he saw the car.

"Actually this car is rented. Yesterday in people wear for a week, enough to pay the installments. Thank God, almost three years this brother just out money DP doang, the rest is paid from the rental results" There is a satisfaction of its own that Abrar felt.

"Big brother yes, can manage finances. Biasanyakan most bachelor children if you already have the most out income for snacks and prayers. Praise Nia sincerely.

"Nia can do it" Abrar chuckled.

Not felt, fifteen minutes drive, now Abrar's car parked neatly among other cars. The two went down, ready to enter the district multipurpose building, which was deliberately rented for the wedding celebration.

Nia was a little insecure, feeling all eyes staring into their presence. Starting from the parking lot to get into the building. Whispers were also heard. "***wah ..it turns out Mr. Abrar already had a stir...., it is appropriate that he rejected the........."

"Sir mantri handsome bangetttt....., who is next to him?"

"They're a compatible couple, a handsome man, a beautiful candidate, but it's a shame his hands are***......."

There were many other words that Nia caught. But he chose to ignore when he remembered his mother's words earlier.

Seriate......