His name is Khaula Nusaiba

Wound Medicine

My watch shows at 14 .20 When I arrived in front of an apartment numbered 389 located on the 3rd floor of a large building.I was still waiting in the next elevator when the elevator that Arjuna and the woman were riding, I was still waiting in the next elevator,I can still see their destination.With a quick press the number 3 button when the elevator in front of me opened perfectly.Then it did not take long the elevator that I was riding had arrived on the 3rd floor.I could still see them walking through a wide hallway before finally stopping at a door bearing the number 389.

I could only sit where I was standing when Arjuna came in through the door that read 389.My body is weak, I cannot bear the weight of this burden in my heart.

It's been almost 10 minutes more Arjuna into the apartment.No sign will come out.I get up instantly, wipe my tears and then pass.Driving a car with the speed of breaking through a crowded street.

Many times I strengthened myself, but many times I could not help but cry.I stopped by the road on the outskirts of the capital.Without realizing I was very far away driving this car,even very far away.See there is a green lake behind this iron fence.I need someone where I express my grief.But who?

Satisfied I was crying, why Arjuna did this to me.I really feel bad.I called Rita when this heart has begun to calm.But Rita is outside with her husband.I do not feel good if I have to bother her.

I called Ari.Sopir Arjuna who is now in charge of being a Silvi buk driver.I think he can be trusted.Because besides Ari a driver he is also a friend for.Arjuna.I had several times to say hello to him.Tak took a long time.Because of coincidence Ari I was in the area around the time I called her.

Ari was driving Silvi Buk car when it came to me.Some time I put on my glasses when I saw Ari get off the car.So also with me who stepped down from the car.

"What's Lula?why did you call me?and ask me to meet here?"ari asked with a worried face.

"I want to ask for help with you Ri" I replied in a special voice of people crying.

I think Ari suspects me, because even though I veiled and wore glasses my voice was so noticeable the sound of people crying.

"What's going on?what can I help you with?"ask Ari again but this time like someone investigating something

"Ri.."my voice stopped.

"Lula.actually this is not the right place for you and I to meet, I'm afraid that someone will see.At the same time you're a master's wife instead of Lula as my friend...I'm afraid there will be problems" Ari said at length.

I took a deep breath.I threw away the rough.

"I'm just asking you to deliver the keys to Arjuna.Only that!"I said without length.I walked away from Ari who was sculpting, astonished to see me.Entah what he thought.I don't care.Moreover I also did not explain anything.

I stopped the taxi passing by, so that I could quickly pass from in front of Ari.

"Railway Station sir" I said to the driver who nodded afterwards.

Not knowing where to get the inspiration from.Tiba just arrived I said the train station.Until the station I was confused about where to go actually.I joined in line with some people who queue.My thoughts at this time are important I am far from Arjuna's.

Just this time I felt a tremendous heartache, beating the pain when my hands and feet were broken at the same time in uncle sam's country.

I set this foot in the economy class train car that I took, I deliberately bought economy class, so that I can be longer on the road.Sometimes traveling by train can make me feel better if I feel depressed.

Almost 8 hours drive to my hometown.After arriving at the train station I use travel services to be able to take me to my home address.At that time almost dawn, the morning of the morning, as I entered the gate of my parents' large family home.

Scroll of tears dripping my cheeks, when travel stopped right in front of my house.The simple house belongs to my parents.After I was right up in front of the house I saw someone coming out of my house.I know who it is, I know who it is,he's my father's youngest brother.The name is mr. Lek Mahmud.He wants a mosque for congregational dawn prayers.

Mr. Lek Mahmud was surprised to see me right behind him.

"Hispan?"ask Lek Mahmud while squinting his eyes.

Mr. Lek Mahmud was my father's youngest brother, but he looked much older than his age because he was sick.

"yes sir lek" I replied as I cheered him and kissed the back of his hand.

"MasyaAllah..ayo enter nduk"pak lek Mahmud embrace me into the house.Bulek Ratih Pak lek Mahmud's wife was in the kitchen when we entered.

"Let's see who comes buk.."pak lek Mahmud yells at his wife.

Bulek Ratih came out of the kitchen.He was so happy to see me.We hugged, so tightly, that I cried, it's been a long time since I saw the tomb of my father and mother the first time I came home from Japan when I graduated High School.

"MasyaAllah nduk.kamu where aja.ndak kabar.."asked bulek Ratih while wiping his tears.

"Lula...Mr. Lek stay first yes.Pak lek want to go to the mosque."Mr. Lek Mahmud said as the voice of the morning chastisement reverberated in Mushollah near my house.

"Lula work bulek" I answered briefly and then hugged the bullek Ratih again.

"Bulek...does the money Lula sends every month to the account lek sir?"my question is to remember that I always send them every month for the needs of his life.I also told them to occupy my parents' house.Because they are a couple who have no children and sick so make sir lek Mahmud could not work if the disease recurred.

"Yes Lula.bulek thank you, because you always help the bulek.Kamu just like your mother.very good nduk" said Bullek Ratih then hugged me tightly.

I told a lot of things with bulek and lek sir.Until I realized that this heart is actually being seriously injured.Long satisfaction I told you that morning then relatives who knew my return came to visit just say hello to tell a story and asking how I was doing made this heart wound a little treatable.

I have decided to return to my hometown.I have strengthened my heart and mind to stay in my village.At least I can teach in the foundation owned by my mother's family.I have missed practicing martial arts under my feet a very cool mountain.May I be able to endure.May I be able to immediately treat this heart wound, and forget about Arjuna......

Thank you ats his support brother.please be prepared for all the mistakes of writing the word ayau eyd...IsyaAllah next chapter POV Arjuna yes sister😘