HANDICAPPED GIRL

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"Cock is still here?! Why not go ..?! " not the thanks Dirga got after helping Nia to the toilet. He even got an indirect ejection sentence. Worse yet, Nia put on a face ketus bin jutek. It was not the Nia he had ever known. No Nia likes to be shy when dealing with him.

Really, at this time Nia was struck by a sense of the middle of nowhere. One side he hates Dirga, even the trauma is still gaping. On the other hand he felt comfortable, especially when he was in Dirga's sling earlier, really the most soothing aroma that Nia had ever lived. Nausea, dizziness that had hit as if yawning just like that. Nia comfortable. Nia at home

"We need to talk. This ...., about us" Dirga stared inside Nia who was still reluctant to look at her. Yes, Dirga realized his mistake was huge, and he also deserved this kind of treatment from Nia.

Buk Fatimah pretended to have just woken up. Rubbing your face and slightly stretching. Both Dirga and Nia, both looked at the old woman who was busy putting on the hijab. Dirga speech stopped, although not yet finished in utarakan.

Buk Fatimah stood up and walked closer to bed Nia "mother to mushalla first yes" he told Nia. Dirga was not greeted one bit. Only a sharp glance, after that Fatimah buk immediately wanted to go out to the mosque to fulfill his dawn obligations.

"Oh, don't go!" Nia tried to hold Fatimah's book. He was afraid of being left alone in that room. "Nia's scared" she tweeted again. Just a little boy who was scared when there was a lightning rain.

"You take it easy, he won't dare to mess around. Even if he is brave, this time he will report to the police" said buk Fatimah assured Nia.

"You saw it for yourself, didn't you? How Nia's trauma. This is all you. Remember..!, this is the last chance!!" a mother's ultimatum to a man who has hurt her daughter. Fatimah's Buk looks so firm on Dirga.

"I promise, it won't matter" those are the only words Dirga can say.

"Hushy to the mushalla first son" Fatimah's tone spontaneously turned soft, as her gaze returned to Nia.

Nia resigned. Maybe it's time he had to fight the trauma. As well as hearing for himself what Dirga wants this time.

Shortly after the departure of Fatimah's book, Dirga changed the direction of view. Now he is back to focusing on Nia.

"Nia?!"

"Speak the point!" Nia did not want to hear Dirga's pleasantries.

"Sister really wants to apologize for what you did to Nia" Nia smiled wryly. A single tear, melted in the corner of his eye.

"Sister never knew, it turns out that the cause of the defect of Nia's hand is her brother. Because everyone keeps it a secret. If you knew from the beginning...."

"If you know why hem....? Nia cut Dirga's speech. Want to be nice to Nia just because of guilt? Nia is increasingly unsure of Dirga's sincerity that invites her to marry.

"No.., it's not so..., I mean sister.." again Nia cut Dirga's words.

"Speak the point!" Nia's getting sniffy. Even though he had not looked at Dirga. His gaze was still at home looking at the wall rather than looking at Dirga.

Dirga's breath sounded long and loud. Nia did not give any chance to herself to explain the matter from the beginning.

"Sister also wanted to apologize for the harsh words that had been said from his brother's mouth. And the biggest brother's sin is......." Dirga was unable to name the greatest sin, too ashamed of his behavior that defeated the beast. He fell to the floor.

Nia knows the direction of Dirga's conversation. Being reminded of that made Nia's heart even more disturbed. The clear thread is flowing more and more. Even Nia had to bite her lower lip in order to hold back the sobbing. From that incident now grows a seed in her womb without the bond of marriage.

"Therefore my sister will marry Nia" Dirga said full of earnestness. He looked back at her, "so soon we will get married" he added.

***

Nia was out of the hospital for a week. He was treated for two days to stabilize his condition.

After returning from the hospital, Mr. Ramlan immediately brought Nia and Fatimah buk live with him.

While Dirga during the week, busy with the affairs of marriage administration, also the case that is happening to him.

Today, at the residence Dirga will be the most historic day. Both for Nia, and Dirga. The two will be united in marriage. Dirga will marry Nia today, as promised.

There is no big event like a wedding in general that invites hundreds or even thousands of guests. Dirga just say ijab qobul only. For the event itself, will only be attended by the penghulu, four witnesses, local RT and RW and the left right neighbor of the house. Maybe because this marriage happens only to be a responsibility, not love.

Nia is already wrapped in white kebaya, only white kebaya and matching hijab tops. That's also Mr. Ramlan who bought it. Not Dirga. Because for one week at Ramlan's house, Nia had only seen Dirga. After that, he never saw his nose again. I don't know where he is. Nia also never wanted to bother.

No special makeup or makeup from MUA. Everything is done by itself. Fortunately, Nia's face is slightly above average with the uniqueness that she has added its own inner beauty.

At ten o'clock in the morning, all the people who willed were present. They were sitting in the living room with a fur carpet. While the guest chair has been removed, so that the room is wider. Waiting for the event to start.

Nia was accompanied by a Fatimah buk seen coming out of the living room to the living room.

The old man with Pring Sedapur's motives looked agitated. Sometimes he glanced at the watch on his wrist. The clock has turned to ten in fifteen minutes. If according to the scheduled plan, the procession ijab qobul has been started.

Nia and Fatimah sat to the right of Ramlan. Exactly facing the head.

While waiting to the presence of the groom, the pengulu and the others engaged in light talk. Arrive at ten-thirty. Penghulu began to wander staring one by one people in the room. She has not found Nia's future husband.

"Sir Ramlan!, can his groom be present now?!. Let's get the show started soon. You see, I have to go somewhere else at eleven" he said, looking at the watch on his wrist. The other guests followed.

The old man's face looks increasingly agitated." we wait a minute sir, because the groom is still on the road, stuck in traffic" Mr. Ramlan tried to give an excuse. Though he himself does not know where Dirga is currently. Hape since morning died. Since yesterday Dirga also did not come home. He just sent a message to come at the ijab qobul event that had been scheduled.

Nia glanced at Fatimah's buk, honestly Nia very deg.dekan. In the heart raging various assumptions.

Fatimah's book, aware of Nia's anxiety, tried to calm her down. On the soft elus of Nia's arm.

***

In a different place, a man wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with a peci on the head, just finished saying the qobul ijab. That man was none other than Dirga. More precisely Dirga son of Mr. Ramlan, Nia's future husband.

Seriate......