HANDICAPPED GIRL

THE GC 29

The room that had been neat, in a blink of an eye turned like a broken ship. Pillows and blankets were scattered on the floor. An expensive makeup tool perched neatly on an ornamental table, in one flick of a hand, floated along following a pillow greeting the floor. There were even some that broke to the point of dripping out of the glass bottle. Measuring the glass on the decorative table does not come into the impingement, if not, can be imagined.

Satisfied with the rampage, Geby sat on the floor of the room befriending broken beauty tools as well as pillows scattered. Today, not only was the perfume bottle smashed, Geby's head was the same, feeling pierced by thousands of thorns. Throbbing pain. Not to mention that his soul that was shaken was afraid of losing the source of the luxurious livelihood that had always been living for him.

Miris. Random hair, puffy eyes and do not forget the lips that are usually polished red lipstick on, currently losing its color. Pale. Occasionally I heard a racket calling Abrar's name, it was heartbreaking. But it's disgusting for people who know the real thing. Do not miss the abusive swear-like swear directed to the boss and his mistress, BARA.

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Somewhere far from the capital.

"You want this?" Abrar was ready to scoop the meat shawl for Nia.

"Udah is quite a sis, this is it" Nia with one hand holding a plate standing next to Abrar. Not many side dishes and vegetables that he took, rather Abrar who took. Because ever since standing at the buffet table, Abrar has willingly served Nia. Unasked.

"Is that enough?"Abrar's return was reassuring, looking at Nia attentively. Abrar only saw a piece of fried chicken, vegetable soup and a little sambal perched on Nia's plate.

"Enough" Nia answered must be accompanied by a sweet smile that increasingly made Abrar melt.

"Yes.., hayuk ...we're looking for a table!" Abrar and Nia leave the buffet table. Some of the people who had been waiting in line at the buffet table, shifted the position forward a step to replace the position of Nia and Abrar.

Nia walked tailing behind Abrar. The atmosphere of the mixed-use building is dense, filled with invitations who deliberately choose to come at ba'da asar. No more bothering for dinner.

On one of the tables, there was a pair of eyes glaring sharply towards Abrar and Nia. His gaze brushed a deep meaning.

"Here is it?!" There was an empty table that just left the occupants. The former dining person who just left also still filled the table. Luckily one of the people assigned to collect dirty dishes immediately tidied up the table.

Nia sat down in front of Abrar. Choosing not to be sideways. Nia is more comfortable in this position. There were actually four chairs surrounding the table. It's just that usually other people will not be comfortable to sit when there are others who fill the table.

Nia and Abrar started eating in silence. I don't know what he was thinking about. It's just that the gaze of the two sometimes staring at the stage where the bride and groom are juxtaposed, also sometimes colliding with each other, so that the lips of the two curved smiles.

"Excuse me.....! Can I join?"

Abrar and Nia looked up at the same time. There was a beautiful woman wearing a light blue abaya in a matching shade, standing next to them. One hand holds the plate, one hand holds the drink glass.

"Please.....!" Nia who first spoke, Abrar was silent. Choose cuek by continuing to eat. Nia knew Abrar was a little unhappy with the woman's presence. I don't know why. Let it be.., Nia doesn't want to interfere too much.

"I'm sorry, so interrupt the meal. You see all the tables are full" the woman Nia doesn't know her name yet, tried to reason. It makes sense. Nia could also see all the tables currently filled up. Leaving at least one two.

"No problem, after all we're just the two of us, there's still two empty seats" Nia who was basically friendly, spoke up followed by a smile. There was not the slightest hint of objection.

"Sister Abrar, I'm sitting here huh?" The woman's permission before actually sitting her butt in Abrar's side chair.

"lho....., do you know? But why's Abrar's sister, cuek it ....?" Nia's inner voice. Nia looked towards Abrar, slightly dousing the question in her eyeballs.

"Please.....! No need for permission also times, after all this table and chair is intended for invited guests" replied Abrar flatly without seeing his interlocutor.

The woman sat down with an uneasy smile, more precisely forced "Love.." her great-grandson slowly looked at Nia who was also looking at her.

The three continued eating. This time it was really eating, there was nothing there, it was here. Only glancing through the corner of the eye did the woman in blue hijab against Abrar who was next to her.

"You want some ice cream?" the sound of Abrar's bus broke the ice. Abrar just finished his meal. A sheet of tissue is pulled from the box stored in the middle of the table. Finished wiping her lips, looking fully at Nia. That is, the only ones offered eskrim were Nia. Not the woman sitting next to him.

"Can" said Nia as it is. Abrar immediately stood up, and walked towards the ice cream stand which was located a little corner, located about five meters from the buffet table. The gaze of the blue veiled girl followed Abrar's footsteps, Nia knew that.

"This boy is Abrar's friend huh?" Nia reopened the chatter, eroding the awkwardness that had been enveloping since.

"She, back then.." It was bland, that's what Nia caught from the tone of the girl beside her.

"O.yeah, we're not yet acquaintances, I'm Nia" Nia lengthened.

"Oh.sorry to forget, I am Najila, call me Jila" the two shook hands.

"I'm sorry if you may know..., Mbak Nia ready brother Abrar?"

"I..a..." had not had time to finish his words, Abrar suddenly came to break the conversation to both of them.

"Miss.....! It's ice cream!" there was only vanilla, chocolate was gone" Abrar put a small cup of ice cream in front of Nia.

"Thank you brother!" Nia said sincerely. Once terbesit bad taste in Najila, the article Abrar only brought two cups of ice cream.

Nia started scooping the ice cream. So did Abrar. Najila only developed a void smile seeing the two were engrossed in enjoying the screen.

Abrar pulled back a piece of tissue. Unexpectedly, it turns out that the tissue was used by Abrar to wipe the ice cream that was in the corner of Nia's lips.

Nia waver, it was very unpleasant, especially with Najila who had been a spectator of her second behavior.

In contrast to Nia, Abrar was relaxed, as if he did not consider the existence of others, including Najila who was by his side.

Unable to see Abrar's interaction so sweet to other women, Najila chose to leave.

"Excuse me!" he said slowly, immediately standing up leaving Abrar and Nia.

Indeed, Nia caught the grief on Najila's face, but she was still afraid to guess. Abrar who turned his gaze in the opposite direction to Najila, slightly smiled bitterly. I don't know what happened between the two.

Finished enjoying the ice cream as a dessert, Abrar and Nia immediately went to the stage where the two brides were. Abrar's prayers and congratulations were offered to the couple who had just built the household ark.

The photo session with the two brides did not forget to be done. Abrar was beside the bride, Nia was beside the groom. After that, the two of them got off the stage, preparing to leave the multipurpose building. Their goal is one, go home.

Seriate.....