Love In The Wound

Chapter 51

Pov Dikha's

After the subuhan, I, Mr and Bang Gino no longer go home together. Mr. and Bang Gino stopped by Mr. Lurah's house who called them to take care of some important letters.

With shaky footsteps, I walked alone behind the dim light. The moon is also not lost and is still perched in the sky even though it no longer refracts its light.

Not yet at home, someone with a masked head confronted me, and suddenly attacked me. Fortunately I quickly dodged, otherwise the weapon must have been pierced right into my stomach.

Ever learned martial arts in the boarding school seems to be very useful. A little more I can avoid the opponent's attack.

I took the movements of the horses with a sharp look towards him. Sure enough, the weapon in his hand he thrust again at me. Our fight was quite fierce, it turns out he was very agile to attack to make me careless, until it was time for my arm to be scratched by his weapon.

"You who?" I asked, holding the hand that started to bleed. "What revenge are you against me?" I repeat the question so he answers. But unfortunately, he did not say anything and left me in astonishment.

"Oh Allah, Dikha!" a neighbor saw my situation. "Who was that guy, how did he attack you anyway?" his tanyanya full of wonder.

"Come, Wak. I don't know either, he didn't speak a word," I replied, grimacing.

"Hurry home, treat the wound. Terrible fear!" she suggested.

"Yes, wak. Thank you," I replied, who saw him straight away. I also decided to go home immediately. Because this wound over time feels more and more painful.

Right on the doorstep, I felt my body getting hot. Cold sweat flooded the entire body.

"Assynn...!" my broom from outside. Try as calmly as possible so that Naima does not worry about my condition.

"Wa'allaikumsalam, Mas," he answered, was about to extend a hand but clamped when his eyeballs were fixed towards my arm.

"Sir papa, honey. There was a prankster who attacked Mas earlier," I replied casually.

"Don't dong, Mas. It's not a fad anymore but it must have been deliberately about to kill, Mas," he said, He went into the room and came out again with a bag.

"Come to the clinic!" take him, pull my arm.

"But, Honey. This is not papa. Just a small wound." I tried to resist, pity to let him panic like that.

"There's no buts, Mom. Nai was afraid to squirm, not knowing how deep the person hurt, Mas," he said forcefully, crying in front of me.

"Jeez wife, Mas. Yes, yes" my god, so that He may smile again.

"Not funny, the time is not right," he said, putting on a sewot face.

"Why, Ndok?" My mother-in-law came and approached us. He also widened his eyes when he saw my arm.

"AstaufiruLah, O Allah. Dikha, why is this? how come it got those injuries?" tanyanya, hunting.

"It's okay, Mom. Just a minor accident" I replied, it remained the same as I told Naima.

"Tu, Mum. Mas Dikha is recalcitrant, cook that much blood, he said small wounds. Naivkan was scared, Mom. Nai wants to take Mas Dikha for treatment," his whine hugged the mother. It's funny how my wife is happy.

"Yes, really Dikha. Just follow your wife's afraid there's nothing." Mother-in-law thinks the same.

"Where are you Bang Gino, Mas? why not go home anyway? could there be someone who attacked Mas until it was like this?"