HANDICAPPED GIRL

Sania Palm Oil

Early in the morning, after the dawn prayer, Nia immediately struggled in the kitchen. Bismillah, today he started working with strange humans. There is no casual term in the dictionary of his life. Despite her limitations, Nia never gave up. As long as he can, he will try. Moreover, this work is related to debt, Nia must do.

Grill-style fried rice with cow's eye eggs as a topping. That was the menu prepared for the breakfast of Nia and her mother. For her mother's lunch, especially today Nia will order with a neighbor who happens to sell rice in the house, cheap menu festive, ten thousand.

After knocking on the door, Nia walked into Fatimah's buk room, the old woman was preparing to get into a wheelchair. Flower motif berdaster, short sleeves, sheer length of legs. For head coverings only wear snails, typical of mothers in the village. Quickly Nia helped her mother sit in a wheelchair.

"Thank you.." buk Fatimah arched a smile to look at the princess only wayang who never complained despite many trials. Nia smiled back. Pushing a wheelchair slowly towards a simple dining table in a contracted four-fifth house in recent years. More precisely Mr. Ramlan who gave it also paid. Nia's parents' house was confiscated by the bank, because it was used as collateral when borrowing money.

"What cooking, dear?"

"Sorry, Nia only had time to make fried rice" Nia pulled the wheelchair lock lever so as not to move.

"Alhamdulillah.., this is more than enough" thanks always hung on the lips buk Fatimah. Nia scoops the fried rice into Fatimah's buk plate and for herself.

"You work?" buk Fatimah looked up, looking at Nia's neat appearance. Beige long-sleeved shirt dress and black plikset skirt. Do not miss the black bergo hijab with a length under the chest. Ordinary appearance, even impressed mother-mom. Nia doesn't have much stock of clothes. Even though for girls his age, the appearance is in the number united.

"It's good, thank God Nia got a new job" Nia sat bo kong in a plastic chair next to Fatimah's buk. A plate of fried rice was also in front of him.

"Where's work?"

"So the maid again buk, yesterday was offered" said Nia a little stiff. Choosing not to tell the beginning of the incident.

"Helper is also not papa, which is important halal. But remember..., be smart to take care of yourself" messages that are always said buk Fatimah for Nia.

"Goddessa buk....." Nia re-carved a smile, after which continued her breakfast. For today Nia will leave early, because she does not know exactly the address. Had to find it first, even though last night the freak had a shareloc address.

"Your mother.., Nia said...!" Both are now at the door. Nia kissed the back of Fatimah's hand. Accompanied by the soft elusan of wrinkled hands on Nia's head. "It's difficult to take care of yourself, if there's anything, tell Utin to tell Nia. Buk Utin, next door neighbor who sells rice. Nia often asked Utin to help her to look around her mother while she was busy working. Thankfully, Utin's buk includes good neighbors and attention.

"Udah.., you are calm, you can be alone. You're the focus of the work, be careful at people's homes!" again Fatimah gave a message. The worried face was clearly etched. In the depths of his heart, in fact he was very unbearable to see Nia who had to step up to make a living. Not to mention the imperfect condition, making Fatimah's chest stretch every time she let go to work.

Nia nodded, then said hello. Buk Fatimah waved, after Nia was no longer seen, she turned the wheelchair inside the house.

Nia walked a little hastily, time continued to roll without feeling now it was at six in the morning. It means he only has thirty minutes.

Actually, the distance of the strange human apartment with Nia's house is not too far, only different paths. If taken on foot takes twenty minutes. If using an online motorcycle taxi, it can be ten minutes or even less. Nia who only had mediocre money chose to walk. Calculate the heating before to the core work.

"Heh...here!" like someone calling. Just don't call names. Nia also turned to the source of the voice, inwardly filled with questions. Who is called the man who renders at the door of the car?.

"Kok even bengong?, I was late because of your pick-up" he said with a sharp tone.

Nia pointed at herself, ascertaining what the person in question was herself. Then look left right, is there anyone besides him.

"Yes, who else......?! You are SANIA palm oil, right? his grunts while watching Nia who was walking over. He knew Nia from the physical features that Bara mentioned. Currently, he is tasked by Bara to pick up Nia right in front of a residential alley.

"Of....?" the man whose name is not yet known was shocked, he pointed to himself, what was true that he had just been called om. "When did I marry my aunt Lo?" she was called Sania om. It was as if it was just like a flirtatious om-om.

"What do you want to call?" Nia put on a confused face.

"My name's DAVID, whatever it is to call what's important don't om, tickle me" he squirms like a caterpillar touched.

"Sir David is that...?" Nia tried calling with a fitting call.

"No-no!!!" reject it quickly accompanied by a wave of hands on the chest. "This is even worse, when did I marry Mak Lo? Ahhh.bikin is upset, don't sir!. Do I look that old?" Nia was getting frowned upon, confused to face the strange man in front of her. Thought only the boss was weird, now even worse, just because the call was made a problem.

"May call the others, just don't sir, don't om!" resolute again.

Nia observed the face of a strange person she had just met, a single idea popped into her head. "How about brother? Brother David?" said Nia enthusiastically accompanied by a smile arch on her face.

"Well ..., that's the new fit" David flicked his fingers, relieved by the call he got. The man who was almost thirty-five years old, never admitted if he was already above the head of three. That's why I'll protest if anyone calls sir, or om.

"Now you're in!" point at the passenger door next to the steering wheel.

"But where are you going?" Nia who doesn't know who David is and why pick him up? Put on a watchful face. Especially now that there is a rampant case of kidnapping to be taken his organs.

David restores the rough hair, tall man with glassy eyes mines feel back in his patience test. " I...." pointed his index finger at his chest, "be told Bara, to pick up Sania aka palm oil, to work in his apartment, you know??!" David pressed the tone spoken slowly.

Just understand, Nia grinned the horse, while looking at David's face that turned fierce, he opened the car door.

Bugs ....

The door closes Nia.

Quickly David turns the car in and sits in the steering wheel, then starts the engine. The time is not much else, late a little he will get a raging Bara.

***

Dirga Residence.

Ever since waking from a nightmare, Dirga has been reluctant to close her eyes. He was afraid that the dream came back to shake his soul. Previously Dirga had been absent from this dream for a long time, but I don't know why the same dream came again. Everything seems real, to this day Dirga has not received an answer to a dream that likes to come in the last five years.

Be Dirga spend the rest of the night accompanied by the kretek. Panda eyes adorn the eye circles, a sign of Dirga's lack of sleep tonight.

What was feared by Mr. Ramlan finally came again, exactly a few days away from Nia, Dirga got the same dream. Though two years Nia worked at the house, Dirga was fine. Therefore Mr. Ramlan wants to match Nia and Dirga. Alongside the good girl Nia, there was a past incident that was adrift between Nia and Dirga, which made Mr. Ramlan harbor a deep sense of guilt.

Seriate......