HANDICAPPED GIRL

Accident

Tling....

One message came in on Sania's phone, which was lying on her bed. Nia was just about to go sailing to dreamland, after this day of exhausting drama of life.

Hands fumbling bed linen, eyes closed that taste in the key glue pan, hard bukaknya. The brain is half conscious and the other half wants to enter another world.

Can...., the square object finally succeeded in reaching Nia's fingers. With narrowed eyes Nia tried to see who sent this message last night. It's a new number, not yet who sent it. Just read the first line.

'Original order' May be a classmate who sends the rules of the semester exam which will soon be implemented. Nia scrolls around trying to trace the writing even further down.

•06.30 Has to arrive at apartment✓ "lho...cook exam in the apartment?" Nia who has not fully loaded dilates the pupils, the next second sleepiness just goes away. "Since when did the campus building move into the apartment?" Nia is increasingly curious about the continuation of the text message.

•^Not bringing/inviting outsiders into the apartment ✓. "this again ..., what does it mean to try? It is usually forbidden to carry a hape or cheat, this is why bring an outsider?" Increasingly confusing. Not satisfied with reading while sleeping, Nia turned her body to the prone position. Pillow made to refute the chin. Continue reading the contents of the next message.

•Prepare breakfast every day without exception✓ "prepare breakfast every day?" Nia repeated the increasingly ambiguous content of the text. Since when did Nia enter the department of food?A second, still loading, two seconds began to connect a little, three seconds, fix Nia's eyes break reading this point, only she remembered the incident earlier today, noon, which from tomorrow he has to work in a strange man's apartment.

Nia looked down on the pillow, why was bad luck always approaching her. Preparing breakfast every day means that he works full week, without holidays. Just imagine making Nia want to cry. This point became an important note for Nia, tomorrow she would ask her strange boss to revise back. Well, if this is good in him, sick in Nia. Nia went back to reading the rules her crazy boss had sent her.

•Prepare work clothes ✓ "eh...kok getting here more strange....? is it sane to make rules? Like I'm his wife" Nia murmured to herself. The pillow on the side is a target. Nia beat up the pillow, venting an unfriendly annoyance. "Basic boss freak!" as Nia said, now her eyes had completely lost their sleep. Very upset Nia lazy want to continue reading the contents of the message crazy rules. Nia slammed the hape into her side.

***

"Just home...? This late?" mr. Ramlan saw the clock on the wrist, the short hand pointing at eleven. The office hours ended at five in the afternoon. Even if it was overtime, it would not be possible every night. Mr. Ramlan was deliberately waiting for Dirga to come home. There is something important that he will say. It's about Dirga's future.

Dirga held back, right in the family room, where Mr. Ramlan was with the TV still on. "Talking tomorrow only!, now I'm tired" Dirga was indifferent, more precisely still want to silence Mr. Ramlan. Disappointment over matchmaking is still very attached to the memory. Moreover, today's events aggravated Dirga's view of Nia.

Since the matchmaking was canceled, Mr. Ramlan deliberately silenced Dirga, especially Nia who decided to suddenly stop working, surely at Dirga's insistence. But the name of the parents, would prefer to suppress the disappointment for the happiness of the son.

"Sit down! Papa wants to talk!" point Mr. Ramlan at the empty sofa on the other side of the table. Dirga twisting lazy eyeball. I don't want him to sit down either. Put the briefcase on the floor near the foot of the table.

Haven't started a conversation yet, Mr. Ramlan stared into the face of his only son. A lot has changed from Dirga. Dirga who is now not the same as Dirga before the accident. Feeling only noticed, Dirga finally spoke up. "What are you talking about...pa....? It's late, sleepy..."

"Papa actually does not want to interfere, your personal problems" Dirga threw away his eyes, caught off guard. Thought what Mr. Ramlan was talking about just wasn't true.

"But papa also can not let you continue to wallow in obedience. Papa knows what you're doing with your bitch"

"Papa's not done talking Dirga!!!" snapped sir Ramlan no less furious.

"Otherwise pa...? Hem.....? Not enough? There is the blessing of papa or not, I will stay with Geby" said Dirga did not want to obey.

"Ok ..., but you don't regret throwing away the jewel for the sake of the useless dust" after saying that Mr. Ramlan immediately left. Dirga has gone too far, the wound in the heart of Mr. Ramlan is very deep on his treatment.

Dirga ruffled his hair, feeling annoyed. Again Mr. Ramlan vilified Geby in front of him. I don't know what kind of diamond Mr. Ramlan meant.

***

The sound of ambulance sirens and police patrol cars roared aloud at midnight tonight. Arrive at the accident site in the third of the road.

Heavy rain resulted in slippery roads and reduced visibility. Dirga who was tired of sleepy after previously overtime at the office, had slept for a while to lose focus when driving. Just realized when hearing the loud horn of the car from the opposite direction. And...

Brakkkkk.........

Car crashes are inevitable. Dirga who was thrown out, because he did not use a safety belt, had seen the male victim in his forties, moaning in pain. He was also thrown from his car. His head was covered in blood. Dirga, who was also injured, tried to get closer to provide help. It turned out that there were still two female passengers in the car who were also victims. Even the hands of girls who are thought to be still Junior High, wedged with the body of a car squeezed by an electric pole.

He tightened his pace, screaming for help.

"PLEASE...! please.....!" his heart was too sick to watch this accident.

"Tolooonggg..........."

Bugs......

Dirga fell from the bed. Sweat drenched his entire body. Slowly he sat himself down. Dirga still set the breath that feels tight. As if the events in the dream were really real, Dirga experienced it for himself.

Mr. Ramlan was currently peeking behind the door of Dirga's room. He heard Dirga's screams. He was sure, Dirga again had a nightmare. But the intention to enter the room urung, remembering how hurt his heart when fighting Dirga.

Seriate.....