My love is with you My sister

#7

The one thing he kept remembering in his heart and mind was his mama. If it's that time, papa whips her. Her mother was ready to defend her with all the strength that her mother had. But now who will defend him. Although he was an adult, but the right to fight his papa in his mama unplug.

Because the last mother's request is to always respect her papa, never fight papa, said her mother.

"Ah..... "

Faizal's voice was very loud heard below. Until made Mela run towards her room.

"Papa.... Stop it pa. Stop right. " said Mela screaming in fear.

"What you do, look at Faizal's brother in great pain" said Mela again.

His papa stopped the lash that recorded Faizal's skin, blood came out between the incisions. Her clothes were torn.

Not a word came out of his papa's mouth, he just took Mama Mela out of Mela's room and towards their room.

Mala approached Faizal who was still in his sad state.

"Sister, let me help you in your room. Or maybe you'll just stay in my room". Mela.

"No need, you don't need to help me. I can do it myself". She said while trying to get up but her body was unstable.

"Come, if you don't want to be in my room. Let me help you". Mela said, continue to force.

"No, I'm not doing your favor". Faizal said while pushing Mela to her feet.

Not his name Mela if he gives up, he wakes up again. And this time without saying a word he immediately helped Faizal stand up. She took her to Faizal's room next to her.

There was a calm that Faizal felt right, when Mela helped him. The smell of Mela's fragrant body, as fragrant as this newly blooming jasmine, greatly calms her heart. It was not like an ordinary perfume. Because the smell is very sticky with Mela's body that helps memapah this.

After reaching Faizal's room, she helped Faizal to sit on his bed.

"Sister, I'm sorry. Let me help you heal this wound" she told Faizal.

"No need, you've helped me enough to get to my room. Now I don't need your help anymore". Faizal said ketus and rough.

"Sister, you won't be able to treat your own wounds". Mela said to keep forcing.

"You forgot, I'm a doctor". Her word.

"Then why if you're a doctor, is a doctor not a human being". Said Mela again.

Faizal was silent, he looked at the girl beside him. This girl is so gentle and kind. Despite all this time, he was very rude to this girl. But this girl doesn't hate her. Although dozens of times this frenzy he snapped, but there was no word that made him want to reply to his snaps.

"Sister, why are you even dumbassed, where is your medicine place. If I don't help you, you won't be able to treat it yourself. Your right hand has an incision too". Said Mela again.

Faizal finally gave up, he let Mela to treat her. His hands also could not be used. Because his hand also has a whip incision.