Injuries in the Family

Chapter 02

Iqbal asks Nadine to stay in the hospital lobby to wait for the queue, while the man registers Nadine at the counter.

"Please go directly to the dermatologist, sir, today the queue is only one person. The room is on the 2nd floor" the receptionist said.

Iqbal finally received a piece of paper in the form of registration, and the man asked Nadine to go to the dermatologist.

"It costs a lot, don't go to a dermatologist. Mending to the puskesmas aja." said Nadine who continued to follow the man walking towards the elevator.

Iqbal kept silent, "I paid, how many times has your father been like this? I can't count Nadine's fingers!"

I was silent and lowered, Iqbal always obeyed me to be quiet and not take her to the hospital because it would heal with the ointment I bought at the pharmacy.

"Free ka, later I will be hit again" I said, "What to treat, if I will get hurt again?"

Jaw Iqbal megetat, seeing Nadine who continues to be tortured makes Iqbal very unacceptable. "You don't dare to report, do you? I can report this violence, Nad."

I shook my head after hearing that remark, of course I don't want anything to happen to my father and I don't want my sister to lose her father either. It made Iqbal again and again slip, his eyes continued to stare unbrokenly at my eyes.

*Ting*

The elevator door opened, making Iqbal drag me inside a little. I certainly know, the man still remained steadfast to treat my injured back.

After seeing the doctor, I opened the little shirt to make the man slip with some wounds on my back.

"It's a new wound and an old wound?"

I just nodded, I could also only hear a rough sigh from Iqbal's mouth. The man had only seen the wound on my back this time, and only this time I wanted to be treated by a doctor.

"I prescribe pain relievers and ointments, yes, must be routine so as not to apply" said the woman's doctor.

The doctor prescribed it to Iqbal, and me? Just shut up and look down at Iqbal's face holding back the anger. How can a father behave violently towards his own daughter? Does that person deserve to be called a parent and a father?

I chose to walk behind the large body of Iqbal, a well-built and manly man.

"Is Iqbal angry with me?" ask me lirih.

Iqbal just kept quiet and continued walking until he headed to the pharmacy that was still in the hospital area.

"I can go home now? I have to get the sister."

Iqbal looked down at the woman next to him, even in times of illness like this he still managed to pick up his spoiled sister and cause her to get hurt.

"Let me take you.."

I immediately shook my head while refusing to invite him, after the nickname of the drug made me reflex immediately reach for the drug and did not forget to say thank you for everything.

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Seeing the situation of his sister's school is quiet of course I wonder, is he late again? Of course I was very panicked, until finally one of the guards approached me and said that the rest of the students would go home.

"Thank you Mr. Karyo." I looked back at the old man who replied with a friendly smile.

I chose to sit not far from the gate, seeing the parents who began to arrive made me even more relieved because it was not reflected to pick up his sister who was new in 5th grade SD.

For those of you who are confused, is there no driver at home? The answer is no, Gio's father fired him and has not found a suitable replacement. Mother Tasya also chose to stay at home, and shopping. Gio's father chose to focus on work, his only concern being his wife and his little sister Tasya.

If you cry just a little, you immediately scold me. If it leads to a strong cry, the new father hits me on the back. Pain once, it hurts more when the wound that wants to heal directly overwritten by a new wound.

Dad doesn't care about me at all, my stepmother made him change and always blames me for not being in this world anymore. The eyes of my father, who once looked at me lovingly, are now filled with hatred.

"To nad!" hello Hanasya.

Nadine smiled at her sister, although some problems were present because her only sister could be said to be trivial. However, the fact is Nadine very much loves her biological sister despite the difference of the mother.

"Let's go home." take Nadine who grasped his sister's hand, although her clothes are still wearing school clothes and Nadine always replace them every time she takes her sister home first.

Nadine also ordered a taxi online, because it was one of the transportation and the one who paid her was always aunt at home because her father no longer believed in Nadine.

"I want to go to work, okay?" asked Hanasya who was in Nadine's arms while still on her way to the house.

"Ga may, and after all I will be very angry if you go with my sister" replied Nadine staring fixedly at the face of the woman who was very similar to the face of her stepmother, that face did not even resemble Gio's father at all.

Hanasya's lips pursed, and tightened her embrace. "Hana, you're too special for father and mother. You should be the proud son of both of them huh?!"

"Then Nad, why are we never together again? I mean, Hana, why don't you ever eat and go with your dad and mom again?"

I just kept quiet, until finally the online taxi arrived at the front of the house to make me not answer questions from Hanasya. This time I wasn't late, and didn't make the boy cry. A sense of relief rippled in my heart, this time I was able to work quietly in the cafe.

Hanasya is welcomed by Sarita, her sister's biological mother. The sight of each day makes me a little envious. If you were alive, you would welcome me home from school with a warm hug.

"Non, want some lunch?" reprimanding aunt who made me aware of daydreams.

"No, bi. I have to work." - I refused Nadine softly.

I continued walking into the house to go to the bathroom performing the ritual bath, as well as carrying the bag I used to carry into the bag. Usually I take the day shift to go home not too late, after a new absence I pick up Hana. Now because of to the doctor, and picking up Hana made me resign 2 hours so that the possibility of going home later.

Nadine went down the stairs of her house, seeing the situation of a quiet house made her wonder. Where's the stepmother? The feeling half an hour ago still exists.

"From Sarita's mistress, huh?" ask aunt.

"Yes bi, where are you with Hana?"

"Go to the master's office about 15 minutes ago."

I just kept quiet, and ended up leaving for work. Hearing the aunt's answer saying they went to the father's office, made Nadine remember where she used to be often taken to the office before her father was concurrently a director.

"Must work! Don't be sad, Nadine!"

Speech after speech comes to strengthen the heart, surviving in a family like this is sure some people will not be strong. Nadine is not strong, but Nadine does not want to make her mother sad to see her son who is not strong.

After arriving at the cafe that provides a menu of coffee and sweet cakes, making his workplace was always crowded from just being a hangout, a place to study, and a place to study, and a place of discussion from any age that they usually carry a laptop to cause silence.

The name of the cafe 'Flower Cafe', white walls and walls filled with impressive flowers the name of the cafe fits the place.

"Nadine.." call the princess, the cafe cashier.

I went straight to him, "Please take it to table number 12 yes, it's in the outdoor" said the Princess.

I immediately brought the hot coffee pointed at by the Princess, saw the person she knew as soon as her body froze and so with the man who was staring at me intensely.

"The ladder?" muttered Nadine quietly.

I cleared my throat to neutralize the beating heart, why is that man here? Did I do anything wrong until he found my place of work?

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