Holy Prison

PS2. 39 - The courage that comes from Where

The next day I was doing my usual activities. I saw Farha, she was in the kitchen. Work with the food he is cooking.

“Farha?” call me.

“Eh, Ma'am. No longer sick?” tanyanya polo's.

I chuckled then nodded. “You can cook?” my many. I approached him.

“Isn't every event in the cottage I've always been a cook, Ma'am?” asked Farha while giggling.

I also chuckled at his words. He is good at cooking in the cottage, which is why Umi really likes to appoint him as a cook for each cottage to hold events. I could never cook, so the task I was carrying was not far from the part of the event.

“You were right too.” I said.

I'm speechless. I don't know if it's the right time or not to talk about Aaron. But it didn't seem right, because we were in the kitchen I didn't want to ruin Farha's concentration on cooking. Does cooking need concentration?

“There can I help?” my many.

“No need, Ma'am. Ma'am here with me I'm very happy.” said Farha.

“Do you feel at home here?” my many.

“Betah, Mbak. My mother was very kind to me. I feel like I have a mother again.” she said.

“Alhamdulillah if you are at home. Come with yuk, to my house?” my many.

“Wah, want, Mbak.” says Farha.

Suddenly my stomach felt nauseous.

“Do not, Far. Aaron will freely come if you come with him.” the voice of Kak Ulfa.

I'm just glad my stomach is nauseous. “Oekk!” I hurriedly went to the sink to get my entrails out.

“Why did Aaron come? Aaron is her husband.” I said.

“You won't know what it's like to live with someone who has killed a father.” Ulfa said.

“How about you, Brother? We both don't know what it's like.” I said. My eyes stare into his eyes. Where did my courage come from, but I did not feel like keeping quiet as usual.

“Of course it's different. You're Aaron's friend. You must have conspired with Aaron. Don't you plan this?” ask Ulfa.

“Plan what?” my many.

“Collision of Aaron and his Father Farha.” Ulfa said.

I smiled cynically, “Ck, cheap accusations. Obviously I'm at the cottage. Twenty-four hours with Farha, how could I possibly say that I conspired with Aaron. The part that sabotaged Aaron's car was Dimas. Your friend, Brother. A close friend, right? Oh, lest big brother conspire with him?” I said. My mouth doesn't want to be braked really.

My stomach is back to nausea. Ulfa raised her hand. I also spewed into Sister Ulfa's shirt. This time intentionally and with full awareness.

“Argh! Mamaaa!” exclaim Brother Ulfa.

“Lho, Son, why are you here?” ask Mama.

Papa and Mas Faiz came too. They must be curious about what happened.

“See, Ma. Nindy really deliberately threw up on my shirt!” exclaim Brother Ulfa.

“You are forbidden to approach your sister for now. Please explain to your mom why you are here?” ask Mama.

“I just want to apologize to her according to what mama said.” said Kak Ulfa.

“Apologies? Did you hear that Brother Ulfa wants to apologize to me, Farha?” I said.

“I said I wanted to. Argha! You're such a bitch!” exclaims Brother Ulfa went to his room.

“You all right, An? We go home, okay?” said Mas Faiz.

“Lho, it's only been one night, Nak.” Mama said.

“Sorry Mom, Pa. But I really can't bear to see my wife constantly like this.” said Mas Faiz.

“But you two are just there.” Papa said.

“We will look for household assistant and security guard.” said Mas Faiz.

“What if Farha comes with me, Ma?” my many. “You want, right, Farha? At least I have a friend that Mas Faiz is away.” I look at him.

Farha nodded. “Mau, Mbak.” said.

“Can you, Mas?” I asked Mas Faiz.

Mas Faiz smiled, “Bby.” said.

This morning I could not eat breakfast in the dining room because there was Kak Ulfa and I did not want to present a disgusting spectacle at the beginning or middle of breakfast. When I finished eating with Mas Faiz, I went to the back garden. Mas Faiz in the room struggled with a few calls from his office.

I sit in the back seat. I let the morning sun sting my skin. I really enjoyed the morning heat.

Suddenly I felt sick. I covered my mouth so that the food that had just entered my stomach would not come out again. I hurriedly looked.

“Ck, it turns out that you are really nauseous to be near me.” said Sister Ulfa cynically.

“You already know, Brother. Why are you still approaching me?” manyaku.

“For what else.” says Brother Ulfa. He sat next to me. I really feel nauseous. I spewed my food in the other direction.

“Go, Brother.” I said.

“Why should I go?” tanyakanya.

I relented too. I stood up to leave. Sister Ulfa seemed to have deliberately approached me so that I continued to feel nauseous. I really don't like this thought, but if I look at how he's acting, it's like that. So annoying.

He suddenly blocked my hand with a smile. I hurriedly put it away, but Brother Ulfa did not let go precisely gripping it tighter. I can't possibly scream, and Ulfa will quibble again. I also use my stomach.

I forcefully pulled out Brother Ulfa's hand. Then I spit it out on his palm. “Oek!” I hurried to run into the house.

“Nindy!” exclaim Brother Ulfa.

I smiled running away from Brother Ulfa. Because of running around, I accidentally stumbled on my own foot. I almost fell if there were no strong arms to catch me from falling.

I'm looking. It turned out to be Mas Faiz. We are also in a position like the ones in novels or FTV-FTV. I giggle amusedly in my heart.

Mas Faiz helped me straighten my body. “An, you can't be like that.” said Mas Faiz.

“Mas see it?” my many.

“Iya, Mas saw it.” replied Mas Faiz.

“Mas saw it but still blamed me.” I said while sneering.

“It's not so, dear. I mean Mas..” has not had time to explain. I hurriedly cut it off.

“Do I have to be quiet? When my brother accidentally made me nauseous?” many sad.

“No, An..” says Mas Faiz.

“I'm sad, I want to go to the room.” I said. I walk.

“An..” call Mas Faiz.

I just shut up. Still walking up the stairs.

“Sayang.” call Mas Faiz.

I stopped for a second. Then walk again.

“Anindya Dearkuuu!” mas Faiz.

I stopped and turned around.

“Son Faiz, is that your call to my son? Funny.” exclaimed Papa while chuckling at Mas Faiz.

“You're so sweet, Son.” timpal Mama.

I don't want to hold my smile. I noticed that Mas Faiz's ears were getting red indicating that he was feeling ashamed. Of course, Mas Faiz must have forgotten that the inhabitants of this house are not just the two of us. I laughed too.

Mas Faiz rubbed his non-itchy nape. Instantly he turned his eyes to me. I hurriedly put on a pouting face, then entered the room.