Liz Nadia's

Who Again?

At this time the weather was just walking towards the orange embrace in the afternoon sky. The warm sun is still felt. After the core session of Ijab Qabul wedding of Liz Nadiah and Andromeda ba'da dzuhur earlier, the event continued with just a casual chat, accompanied by various snacks that were enough to make Sean rub his stomach repeatedly, the hull had been dense without leaving a gap, even for a mouthful of water.

The voice of a young man - one of Gus Ammar's disciples - had just reached the final stanza of the Adhan sentences he proclaimed.

All the men who gathered in between seemed to scatter towards the surau located on the far right side of Padepokan. As for women who only consist of Liz Nadiah, Zalisa-momy Andromeda, also some of the embans that help the process of the event takes place, he said, they prefer to perform individual worship in one of the empty cottages south of Padepokan.

The mood seemed silent for a moment.

All dissolve in the circle of exclusion in worship.

After that, a little enlightenment from Gus Ammar seemed to be being listened to by the pilgrims who became the makmum of prayer in the surau.

"GOOD!"

The call is more fittingly said to be a shout. And that was a scream.

Everyone was aghast at the rowdy sound that slid apart from the mouth of a 35-year-old woman - the cook at Padepokan.

The thick-bodied woman named Martina looked breathless. The half-bending neutralized his breath as a result of running too excited-in a different sense. He then stood rubbing his chest which was quite painful.

"What's up, Marti?" gus Ammar asked as he walked up to him.

Martina's palms appeared in a quick flailing motion of air-like gestures calling for everyone to approach. But that's not the reason. His gaping mouth seemed to want to put out words, but as it choked, so he just flicked his hands together, until it becomes a puzzle that of course makes the pain confused on the faces of everyone in that place.

"Can you speak more clearly, Marti?!" Gus Ammar rebuked with an impatient look.

Andromeda came closer to Martina. Then start a tutorial session to calm down. "Breathe." He led the woman to move like him. "Then blow slowly" he said slowly.

Simply showing the results, Martina began to be able to catch her breath after following the handsome man's way. "Miss Liz, Mister!" the woman finally.

All cringing astonished.

"You mean ... my wife?!" Andromeda attacked with an unpleasant look.

Nod quickly moved Martina. "When I went to the soup kitchen, Miss was suddenly smothered, then dragged and put in a car by some people!"

...........

"What do you want from me?!" Liz Nadiah continued to thrash around trying to escape, but could not fight at all. Both of his hands were firmly tied backwards. The left and right sides of his body were lined with two men whose faces were covered in buffs.

He was suddenly smothered and was not aware of the rapid movement of the people. Until there is no meaningful resistance that he had done to prevent them.

Now he was in a black car that was traveling at a crazy speed.

"Please cooperate, Miss! We won't hurt Miss, as long as Miss stays quiet. Our boss wants Miss to be brought in just fine!" said one of those sitting at the front, next to the wheel, looking back at him.

Now Liz Nadiah has a pretty face. "Boss?" repeat with a curious look. "Who do you call boss?"

"Miss will know when we get to."

All right, there's no point in him fighting back. Now just wait, who exactly is the boss they are referring to.

"Okay, I'll shut up!" liz Nadiah. "But can you release the two of you on my shoulders? I don't like it!"

.....

An hour later.

A house-that from its looks, more fittingly called a villa, was plastered wide in the solvent of his eyes. Far from the crowd. All around him were filled with towering banyan trees. He felt he did not need to know who the house was, because maybe in a moment, the answer would welcome by itself.

Who is waiting for him in there?!

Any minute!

"Come, Miss."

With strict guard, Liz Nadiah who was still in a condition of hands bound, was led into the shady building. He did not fight, even though he could only kick. But he knew it would only be in vain. Their numbers were enough to make him a bonyok.

And that's obviously ridiculous!

Passing through a room where a set of sofas rests relaxed, the pace of walking a corridor forms the letter L which is enough to reflect loudly the sounds of footsteps of the treads, including Liz Nadiah. He was still silent, with a wondering face of course.

The building that looks tiny on the outside, it actually feels like a labyrinth on the inside. Full of winding.

Until a moment later, they arrived at a final room, which showed the outside view of the window with a clear blackish glass on one wall chart.

"Please sit down, Miss. Take care of your attitude. We're around every corner, watching over Miss." One of the men said again. "Included behind the yard behind that window!"

There was no fear on Liz Nadiah's face. He remained silent, obeying whatever the man commanded him. Now his body has been bent around on one of the three sofas in the room.

Still waiting.

Very quiet room. The sound of the clock ticking even sounded like the tap of a finger on the table at full force.

NO. NO. NO

It was the sound of a leg stomp, Liz Nadiah certainly knew. Someone was walking from behind where the door that was not tightly closed was - behind him.

The pair of female eyes twitched as if anticipating. Waiting for who the owner snapped his feet that were getting closer to him.

"It's nice to see you back, Miss?"

And of course Liz Nadiah was aghast. His sight had caught the figure who had just lowered his body, sitting cross-legged, with the arrogant iras on the sofa opposite him. "You ... Aren't you?!"

"Jenn! I'm Jenn! Jennefit Moon!" the woman asserted. "I am a woman who was once the love of Andromeda's death" she said confidently. "And now you foolishly took it from me." The pace of smiling.

Liz Nadiah loosened her stiffened shoulders. He threw away his face with a wry smile. Then looked back at Jennefit Moon without fear at all, then said, "Maybe what you mean love is dead .. love is really dead."

Unpleasant to hear. And very! For Jennefit Moon of course. "No!" don't seem to accept. "He still loves me! Take that, cheap lady!" He got up from his place only to glare at the woman before him.

Liz Nadiah seemed a little provoked by the final words, but tried to hold it as hard as he could. "Yes, you're right. I am cheap. And because of that generosity, the man you love ... Andromeda! He chose me! It's not you who prides yourself on high-height-eye!" the sarcasm ends with a sneer.

"What did you say?!" Jennefit Moon.

PLAQUES

Liz Nadiah closed her eyes. Withstood the pain and heat on her cheek from Jennefit Moon's hard slap.

Take a moment to catch his breath. Then re-enforced his face, returning his expression as before-relaxed. But it looks challenging. "Yes! The height of the foot will make it sore. And again, Andromeda doesn't like to bow before you. Because of that ... he chose to let you go!"

"Youuu ...!!" An ashtray on the table, Jennefit picked up with a feeling of wrath. He lifted it up high, then pointed it at Liz Nadiah's face.

....

"JENN, STOP!!"