My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Please help me, Bram

One day a disaster that was no less great hit me. At that time his Massage House Brother was made to stir with the news of the loss of Diah's money of 1 million. Everyone is busy looking for the existence of the money.

Oh God I don't understand, why suddenly Diah's 1 million money is in my bag that I keep in the locker. Here again, the brother himself who found after all the bags in the locker on his deck.

"There's no way Nanda took it, brother, from now on he's been talking to me. How's." Said Diah defending me. Diah also threatened Brother, if Brother still accuses me of taking the money.

" I didn't expect. You can do this Nanda Deck! It's not good if I'm the same as you. If you really need money, why not tell the same brother?" keukeuh Brother accused me of being the thief.

Only Diah was desperately defending me. “I'll quit my job if you still accuse Nanda of taking it!” threaten Diah fiercely.

"Well, what's the evidence? It's real your money is in Nanda's bag, if Nanda doesn't want to be accused, then find out ..who the person who put this money in his bag!" exclaim Brother does not want to lose to Diah.

The words of Big Brother were subtly thrown out, but it felt like it was slicing through my heart. Moreover, my friends did not care when they knew the money was in my bag.

“Surely there is a sirik same Nanda.”truth Diah with a probing eye gaze towards the friends who are clustered in the living room..

"Sister should think. If indeed Si Nanda is a thief where my money might be put in his bag and just splashed."

“This must be among friends there is a malicious conspiracy, so that Big Brother hates Nanda.”

“Oh, you accuse us-we?” call one of them.

“Gak Nududu. It just doesn't make sense that Nanda stole it. Just so you know from earlier Nanda was always with me!”

“Already .... already .. no need to fight you guys!” said Brother separated the increasingly heated feud.

I felt cornered, immediately rushed home. "I'm going home, brother!" I said to my brother without looking at him.

"Yes, you rest first, Dik Nanda! You'll be able to work again if I call you, brother!"  This brother's sentence sounded increasingly sticky in the heart.

　

　

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Arriving at home my body is almost without energy, my spirit is completely paralyzed.

I wanted to cry but the tears were drained. Wanting to pick up my son at Mama's house, it felt like I no longer had the energy to walk there.

Until I fell asleep in the long chair, I woke up when I saw the sound of adzan magrib. Want to stand intention to take ablution, but it feels useless I pray.

Ah..kenpa the more I diligently pray my problems get heavier. My prayers have not seemed to be heard by God anymore.

I forced her to stand up considering my daughter had not been picked up at Mama's house. With a shunt of my footsteps I went to the house to pick up my daughter.

Right now I'm really tired of inner birth. Perhaps closer to acute despair.

　

　

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The next morning was lazy to do morning activities at my rented house. But I realized, no matter how heavy my inner burden was, I had to remain passionate about serving my daughter's needs. So, that morning it seems like I usually prepare all the needs of my daughter before I leave it to Mama.

This morning I have no plans to go to work to PPnya Brother. Besides being afraid to meet my husband, his accusation Brother yesterday made me reluctant to meet him.

My heart is in the emptiness of meaning and the emptiness of life.

I don't know all of a sudden, I want to go as far as no one knows.

Going somewhere in the middle of nowhere without any suffering accompanies my life again.

A moment later, my mind recalled the figure of Diah yesterday defending me desperately before Big Brother.

I've seen him enter the room with guests up to 15 times. There's only 10 minutes. There are 1 hour, there are also up to 3 hours with a guest.

Towards Magrib I called Diah.

"City ... Uh, Diah, you can't come here right now. I didn't go to work." I said via HP.

I don't know, all of a sudden, I need the entertainment and fun of life that I've never had.

Before Diah came, I went to Mama's house to leave my daughter for a few days. Don't forget I gave Mama money for my daughter's expenses while with her.

"What's up, Raisa, you call me here?" ask Diah.

"For me. Please, take me for a walk dong.!"

"Where to go, Sa?"

"Normally where are you, I'll follow you."

"Do you really want to come with me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm going to Jakarta, I'm going home in the morning"

"Let's go, the pokonya I'm coming."

Long story short from Depok, we took a walk in Jakarta. Arriving in Jakarta, apparently Diah has a promise with someone.  The man picked up Diah in the middle of the trip.

In the car I didn't follow ngobro, did you ever wonder where they were going. I just trust Diah. He will not leave me or do evil to me.

We're somewhere.

"Raisa, this place is called a discotheque.  You calm down, you're safe, we're happy, yeah! Just you don't stay away from me." Diah reminded me

Entering the discotheque room, I'm as many as the forest people who just entered the city. All my life I've never been in a discotheque. This was my first experience.

Even though Diah's hands guided me, but my head was dizzy with the flickering lights in the dark room. Moreover, the sound of the loud bang of the music makes my heart feel like breaking.

The atmosphere inside looks chaotic. My head often dips in search of his position. She came, and then she disappeared. Although he repeatedly said, do not be afraid, but still I feel scared.

"If anyone drinks, you don't want to!" yelled Diah with a mouth that smelled of alcohol.

"Yes!" I nodded my head.

"If anyone loves anything to you don't want to"

"Yes ..."

"If you want to go to the toilet, it should be me, not alone!"

Then Diah ngeloyor again. He really enjoyed the night.

Sitting alone in the discotheque made me not feel at home for long. Moreover, there are some people like to sit near me with strange eyes while grinning.

I open HP, then I miss call Mas Bram's contact number.

Uh, apparently he called me back. As soon as I pick up the call

"Where is Dek Raisa? That's a really loud sound of music.  You're on disco, huh?" Ask Mas Bram in a high tone.

As fast as lightning I left the room. In the parking lot, I cried loudly. "Please help me Bram!"