HANDICAPPED GIRL
40 GC
Almost an hour drive home from the puskesmas to the residence buk Fatimah. A little longer, due to the muddy road conditions rained.
To this day, the weather is still drizzling. Now it is in the rainy season. You can be sure almost every afternoon the rain will be visited.
Dirga's car is parked in the yard of Cik Uut's house. About five minutes ago. The residents in it had all gone down, rather they had returned to their homes.
Dirga and Mr. Ramlan chose to come to the house of Buk Fatimah. There are a lot of things they will talk about and solve. Nia had forbidden Fatimah's book to accept uninvited guests. But the defense collapsed after Mr. Ramlan pleaded. Mana tega Nia insisted with a man who was already considered like his own father. Be the moment Dirga, Mr. Ramlan and buk Fatimah are sitting opposite in the living room. Nia herself chose to go rest into the room. His condition is still very weak. Even if he is healthy, he does not necessarily want to see Dirga. Too hate.
"Look...., I was on behalf of the family and apologized profusely for what my son had done to Nia. Nia's a good girl, I've considered her like a child myself. I didn't expect Dirga to be so heartless and evil to Nia" Mr. Ramlan said wholeheartedly. He looked at Fatimah with sadness. "I myself deeply regret Dirga's behavior. I am ashamed of buk.... I failed as a parent. I don't know what demon has possessed him" Mr. Ramlan's voice sounded hoarse. One wrinkled hand rubbed his tired face rough. The intonation of speech is full of sadness. Honestly, if Dirga is not his flesh and blood, it may have been in the tabok all-out, then reported to the police station, let it languish behind bars.
Dirga's gaze fell down on the floor. He fell in silence. Mr. Ramlan's words jolted in his heart. Guilty face looks. Shame on him too. Extremely sorry for his depraved behavior that rivaled animals.
Buk Fatimah smiled bitterly, her heart was too sick. Where there are parents who are willing to see a child who is cared for wholeheartedly, treated so vile. If just an insult maybe Fatimah's buk can still accept. Because it has become an everyday food. Moreover, the physical condition of Nia is not perfect. However, it does not apply if self-esteem is taken inhumanely, obviously everyone will hate. Hate the very.
"Nia has to endure the shame of a lifetime. Especially now that there is a fetus growing in her womb, without marital status. Everyone will consider Nia penzina, and the child to be born is considered an illegitimate child" a tone of pain is heard in every Fatimah buk. Mr. Ramlan and Dirga fell silent. What the woman said was all true.
"We're sorry buk....!" Again and again Ramlan's speaking. Since then, Fatimah was waiting for what kind of bastard man to talk to her. In fact until this moment let alone say sorry, just talk Dirga reluctant.
"I don't think the one who should be apologizing is father, but this bastard!" buk Fatimah ketus. His gaze pierced sharply towards Dirga. He hated seeing a face that looked innocent.
Dirga who was in the dwarf 'bastard' immediately looked up. He realized he was a bastard. But to start talking he felt less guts. Not at all like Fatimah thought.
"Ma-sorry" Dirga's voice sounded raucous. Back he bowed.
"Just like that!" buk Fatimah snapped a little. He had long since been disappointed in his heart.
"I am guilty, I will be responsible to Nia"
"Cih......, what kind of responsibility do you mean hemm....? I'm not sure men like you know the meaning of responsibility" said buk Fatimah sanctions. Even seemed to underestimate.
"I will marry Nia" Dirga said one hundred percent sure.
Deg......
Nia pulled the pillow, then covered her head so that the sound disappeared from her hearing.
"I will take full responsibility for Nia as well as her baby. What I have done has been outrageous. But I beg you......" Dirga caught both hands in front of his face "give me a chance to make amends for all the mistakes I've done to Nia too mother!" dirga said seriously.
***
Abrar just finished the finger print, as authentic proof of the clock home. A little late, because it's five o'clock by now. He spent some time entertaining himself in the square. All staff have gone home. There is a guard on duty. Fortunately the finger print is attached to the room that has not been locked, so Abrar did not experience difficulties. Enough permission to the security guard to enter the room.
"Now absent sir?" ask the security guard who happens to check in every room that has been left behind. Determine if the room is locked.
"Sir, there was a little business outside" Abrar said. He just finished sticking a thumb in the finger machine. Now he turned his body to face the security guard behind him. From the name written on the green shirt, it is known that the security guard was named Roni.
"Oh.Pantesan queue at the place where the father looks crowded. Apparently the new mantri sir came anyway." pak Roni nodded. Just got an answer from the question why patients look crowded waiting outside the practice room Mr. mantri which is located next to this puskesmas.
"Sir, I say yes first...!" pamit Abrar is polite. He must race with time. Want to open a practice, and have not prayed asar as well, because it is too late in the sad facts today.
The tall man stepped wide leaving the puskesmas building. Mr. Roni is back to continue checking.
Whatever Abrar was today, it was finished in the square. Abrar is not the type that likes to drag on, the main fixed task. But he's a very broken type that's hard to grow. It would be difficult for Abrar to open his heart. This is the second time he has been heartbroken. Once broken and dumped by a Najila son of a leader in his village.
Abrar was seventeen years old. Najila's her underclassman. Najila was Abrar's first love. Unfortunately, his love is about by Najila's parents on the grounds Abrar is a poor man and has no family.
Until this moment, Abrar still remembered the incident. Where the kades sir came to the house of Cik Uut and gave a hard warning so that the poor Abrar away from Najila who incidentally his son oran rich in the village.
From that moment on, Abrar promised himself, Abrar who is poor, Abrar who has no parents, will be successful someday.
Abrar has proven it. Now he has become a mantri. And thank God again he also has a side business, namely car rental.
Seriate.....
