Liz Nadia's

Longing Answers

Enough's enough!

It's been almost two weeks.

Kenan Lingga could no longer hold back, how miserable his current feelings were. There was hardly any room to hold it anymore. He missed, very much missed. That girl!

And today ... a slight smile graced his handsome face to her. Debar impatiently pounded his entire soul mercilessly.

The cloud clump blocked the glass beside him as if yelling at him to keep fighting.

His feelings are getting riled up. I don't know when the plane will land.

Yes, after going through a struggle quite emotionally and vigorously to find the whereabouts of Liz Nadiah, finally the doctor's man found a bright spot.

A middle-aged woman polishing thick makeup on her face, whom she managed to meet yesterday afternoon, gave a hint about Liz Nadiah's hometown. After the value of money fell into the hands of the woman as a reciprocal of important information received Kenan Lingga.

He looked at again a series of words bearing the name of the address he wrote on his phone. Far enough from his hometown. And it seems like the village is also remote. He barely even heard it on the map.

The fact that surprised him enough. Why Liz Nadiah never told me where she came from. About who his family is. Even about the lady menor the informer. The woman claimed to be the one who had harmed Liz Nadiah as long as the girl was in the same city as her.

Who are you, Nadiah?

Why are there so many secrets you have?

Wrestling with his thoughts, Kenan Lingga closed his eyes that were not the slightest bit sleepy. Others with people around them are even heard until someone snores.

There was a cloud outside the window of the plane. He is determined,

Nadia, wait for me. I must have found you.

Two hours later ....

The chair, which was thousands of feet above the height, had been replaced with perfect gravity in the body of nature. A taxi with a soothing aroma, mounted Kenan Lingga at this time. His heart rate is getting irregular. It felt like the journey was so long, that it devoured his patience. He exhaled a rough breath, again and again.

...***...

"Basic is useless! Get you out of here!"

The inhumane sight was caught in the eyes of Liz Nadiah who had just come out of an ATM machine glass room not far from the place. He stood on the side of the iron fence of a house that was not too big on the side of the road that now passed. His mouth and eyes in sync painted shock.

Time and again the skinny body got a hard hit of the heels worn by a middle-aged woman with red hair, assisted by young girls who occasionally grabbed the hair of skinny women who squabbled in front of the two.

It felt like he could not bear the pair of legs Liz Nadiah to approach them, but he felt he had no right to interfere in the problems of those people.

A young girl. The stiff step with that teary face, getting closer to the direction where Liz Nadiah was standing. A large blue backpack was hugged tightly in front of his chest. Occasionally his head looked back, implied pain that was clearly painted all over his face. The twin doors had been shut, after being slammed violently by the two women who had tortured him. It clearly shows that there is no longer any gap for the concerned girl to re-enter.

"Are you okay?"

"You who?" ask her with a raucous voice. His palm wiped away the tears on his cheek, which did not look dry with just a glance of a sweep. He looked at Liz Nadiah who was also looking at him pity.

"I Nadiah. Sorry .. I accidentally saw-"

"No!" The girl attacked. "It's okay. Forgetit. I'll go first." Slowly the girl turned around. To meet the dusty road that is now plastered in front of him. A moment of nailing yourself staring around. She squeezed tightly the bag she hugged, then walked in a direction that either contained a destination or not.

Liz Nadiah stared more and more compassionately at the owner of the back with the protruding shoulder blades clearly. That girl is so skinny. Even if looked at more deeply, the two unclosed calves, look like they are unable to support their own bodies. His steps were shaken as if he had no energy.

"Wait!"

Running after her, Liz Nadiah felt the need to do what she had in mind.

The girl's footsteps stopped. To welcome Liz Nadiah who is now standing right in front of him. "What's up, Miss?" weak tanyanya.

His trembling voice made Liz Nadiah's heart feather as if it was pinched. Then hesitantly he asked, "Sorry, may I know. Where are you .. going?"

The girl was silent. He looked down at his two legs which were only made up of a pair of worn flip-flops. For a moment, both of his eyes began to water again. "I don't know." He shook. "I have no purpose."

Hearing that answer, Liz Nadiah's heart was stunned. Strengthen his human instinct in a form of caring. "How about you ... come with me."

The skinny girl spontaneously raised her face. "You-you mean?"

"Yes, you come with me" repeated Liz Nadiah smiling. "I just live alone at home. If you really don't have a purpose, you can accompany me. I'm pretty lonely."

"Is that true, Miss?" The pair of eyes of the girl looks sparkling, although still dominated by tears that spread all the wounds outside and inside her.

"Hm." Liz Nadiah nodded steadily.

...-...

Along the way, the two girls who had just known each other looked familiar. Quite quickly adjust at a time that is even as short as waiting for cooked rice.

Angkot which both ride has reached the T-junction. The rest will be taken on foot, because the road to the village of Liz Nadiah has not been touched by public transportation routes. Far enough to get to his home. But it's also pretty fast when it comes to chatter around the reason 'why the skinny girl got kicked out of her own house'.

Liz Nadiah's face has not faded from the look of concern for hearing the story of the girl who is now coming with him, his eyes are now widened, his mouth slightly gaping in disbelief. He has now reached the boundary of his home.

The moment of the scene in front of him made a sense of pity and concern Liz Nadiah alternated extraordinary shock. Although in the position of his back, but he knew .. belongs to whom the strapping body. "Henner." His voice sounded like a murmur, but it was loud enough to be caught by the man standing on the porch.

Kenan Linga spontaneously turned around the body. A subtle voice that was even just a form of misfortune, so clearly recognized. His dim eyes that originally showed despair because the house he was facing turned out to be empty, now sparkled for a moment. "Nad ... Nadia!" Without babibu, he ran towards Liz Nadiah's slim body. No matter what delusion he used to be always awake in him over the girl.

With a great tremor filled with longing at the tip of his chest, Kenan Lingga eroded the belief of Liz Nadiah who never allowed any man to touch his skin, even if only a form of shaking hands once. He bent down, equalizing his position, until their heads were now aligned against each other. Hugged the girl tightly.

Point by point Liz Nadiah's tears that fell on Kenan Lingga's shoulders, just describe his feelings, which are clearly not much different from the man. But his palms still hung on both sides of his body .. did not return Kenan Lingga's embrace.

"I miss you, Nad. So missed." The tighter the woman's body was grabbed, Kenan Lingga was indifferent to the surroundings, where several people were passing by, stopping their steps just to watch the melancholy scene of himself and Liz Nadiah, who were watching, including the skinny girl who was now standing beside him .. stared at the two full of days.

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