Love Made In Hong Kong

Part.6. Early Introduction to Nasya

After the hospital treatment a few days ago, my grandmother looked very healthy. Even now my grandmother can talk a little. Every morning and evening I take my grandmother out just looking for fresh air in the park which is not far from where we live. Using the wheelchair, I took my grandmother around the park.

Mr. Saeful and Ms. Tri every day are always busy with their work. I'm still trying to memorize place names, item names, and who's definitely trying to get close to all of my new family members. It's true that they are my new family. Because here in Hong Kong these are the ones closest to me.

As for Nasya, I heard from Ms. Tri that she was actually studying at one of the universities, but she very rarely wanted to go to college. He had received several parental calls from his college. I would love to get to know Nasya more closely. Our age does not seem to be far apart. Nasya may be one or two years older than me. But I don't know if he can speak Indonesian yet or not. I've never even talked to him.

After I finished taking my grandmother around the park, I took her home. Arriving home I gave Siti's grandmother a drink of water. Then ask her to chat. Said mom Tri Siti granny should be often invited to chat to practice her tongue movements. Indeed, his tongue is still very stiff and his left lip is still slightly falling compared to the right lip.

"Hey.grandmother..! Nasya's home.." Suddenly came to greet grandma siti with Indonesian and with a cheerful tone as if not at all seen her mischief as buTri had told me. And as I saw on the first night of my arrival here a few days ago.

Siti's grandmother only replied with a smile and with sparkling eyes, as if it seemed that Siti's grandmother was happy with the arrival of her granddaughter.

"Hey. are you an indo too?" He asked me.

"Yes sis.." My answer.

"Don't call brother. Just call me Nasya." Her request.

"Owh.iya sorry."

"Whose name?"

"Me, Aini. Nuraini."

"Are you glad you didn't work with us?"

"Thank God I am so happy."

"Owh.thank you then." He smiled at me.

"You take care of my grandmother fine."

"Yes. I will take good care of it. I consider it to be like my own grandmother."

"Don't trust people you don't know. This in Hong Kong is different from Indonesia."

"meaning?"

"Yes, if you can here you just focus on your work. If you have a holiday it is better not to go anywhere. Mending your day off you use for positive activities. Such as cooking courses, salon courses, and language courses or what will be later if you go home to the knowledge you can use there. There are many indo workers who come home successfully. Not only bring you but also go home with a myriad of knowledge." Declared.

"There are places like that?" I asked Nasya.

"Yes there are many. If you're interested, I'll tell mom and dad."

"No cost?"

"That's a pay problem I don't have to think about. It's your mama and papa's responsibility as your employer."

"But, is it hard for them?"

"No. Anyway you calm down later I'll talk to mom and dad."

"Can you ask me?" I ventured to ask Nasya.

"You want to ask, are you really good at speaking indo? Can you guys not stay in indo?"

"Owh. So actually I, my brother and also the new grandmother about five years old are joining mama and papa living here. Because our house in Magelang was on fire and ran out with no leftovers."

"Owh.."

"Until now I still have frequent communication with my school friends used to be inedo. You could say I don't have many friends here. I'm actually less suited to hanging out with people here."

"Why?"

"So, until now I didn't feel right. That's why in the past when I was in school I often skipped and until now I was in college also often skipped. I want us to move from indo to Turkey where papa came from. There I have many cousins. There I get along easily too. The environment can also accept my presence. I'm not here like I've always been a stranger." Nasya.

Nasya and I had a long conversation in Grandma's room. I think now I know Nasya, my master's daughter. She's a good girl and smart too.

It seems my initial impression with him was wrong. Nasya who is currently with me and my grandmother is very different from Nasya who I saw that night and also in the morning in the kitchen. At that time he was very rude. He slammed all the things near him. Even now the wound on my palm due to the prick of the glass shard that he slammed is still not healed. I opened the dressing, but the scar is still visible.

"Hey.your hand is Aini?" Suddenly Nasya asked because of the wound on my hand.

"Emm. No, it's okay." I tried to cover my hands.

"Don't lie Ai. Your hand is hurt why?" Ask again. Then he pulled my hand.

"Let's go get some medicine." Further.

"Nggsk nasy. It's just a small wound."

"Although the wound is small but must be treated Ai." Katanaya again. Then he ran into the living room and I saw him open the closet next to the TV. Then he took out a box of P3K. Owh. It turns out that the P3K box is there. My inner.

"It's medicine. Come here I'll give you your hand medicine." Nasya came with his P3K box and pulled my hand and immediately gave me a betadin wound. Then he wrapped it again with gauze. It turns out he was so concerned.

"Other times if you work carefully, Ai."

"Yes Nasha."

"What exactly is your hand?" Nasya asked my wound again. I'm confused what to say.

"Actually my hand was injured. With the shard, broken glass in the kitchen yesterday morning." I'm finally being honest about my true wounds.

"Owh.. broken glass because I bamting yesterday, huh?" He asked as if there was regret on his face.

I only replied with one nod.

"Owh. I'm sorry Ai. Because of my irritation to mama, you finally hurt. Again sorry I'm Ai."

"Yes Nas, I'm sorry. My hands are okay. Just a small wound. It will heal soon too." I convinced Nasya. So that he doesn't feel guilty.

Since then the relationship between me and Nasya has become more and more intimate. Every time he came home from college he always called me to his room just to vent. He said that in this hong kong he did not have any friends he could confide in. I said, I'm ready when I'm going to cry out. Even when I was feeding my grandmother, Nasya came and told me about everything. Sometimes he tells of men who want to be close to him. Sometimes he confided in his annoyance with his parents. Sometimes he also told about his activities in the campus and outside the campus.

Seriate..