Nadira (forgotten)

*Ema's mom's mom??

"I have to make sure first" said Dira bermonolog lirih.

"How about little girl, do you like my surprise?" hamzah asked Ema with one hand holding her chin that was slightly bleeding, maybe Ema had a fight in the car until there were some wounds on her face.

"Ennnng...eennng" Ema's screams are unclear because her mouth is clothed with cloth . Ema moved - moving her body left and right as much as possible, but the bond was too strong to let go.

"Why haaah...hard??? hahahah" the booming laughter in the quiet forest made his voice sound even more thunderous.

"I told you not to fuck, didn't I, but what??? you've always tricked me from the past, you know it was a damn girl" he said wrathfully as he ruffled his waist in front of Ema who was a little in pain because of her wound was pressed hard by Hamzah earlier.

"Why don't you just die with your father, it's just troublesome. I've been foster but instead became an enemy in my blanket, and in vain** it's precisely you who made me become bankrupt like this, cuiih"

"Don't know your return is indeed the offspring of your father who is pretentious, stupidly just want to obey all my orders that even unconsciously have taken his beloved wife, haha" he said loudly, scorn, scorn, the insults came out of the old mouth.

Every word in his sentence I examined well, what is the relationship between Ema and Mr Hamzah in the past?? They seem to have a long-standing story, and what was it he said

"Ema was against him a long time ago? mr Hamzah's mother's affair Ema? and his father died because of Hamzah?? Why didn't Ema ever tell me about this? Why is he sniffing all his wounds alone??" Dira nodded while keeping an eye on the situation before his eyes.

The look of Ema's red eyes held back her anger as if, somehow as strong as she had been holding everything alone.

"Wait a minute, that face. Is it possible that she is. is Ema's mother who disappeared?" Dira just keeps guessing by himself.

"Please look at your mother's face with satisfaction. Because in a moment you have to decide and choose it inevitably" said Hamzah made me squint. Chose? Choose what? Ahhhh really this puzzle makes his brain keep spinning fast.

While there the mother continued to stare at Ema with tears, keep begging Hamzah with his face that continues to plead because his hand was strangled Hamzah earlier when he was about to run to his son who was lying in his car with wounds and blood on almost his entire face.

"I beg you!" ema's mother continued to beg Hamzah to be able to get close to her daughter, her motherhood that saw her child sprawled added with longing mixed with regret into one mixed in her heart.

"Your daughter has not made her choice. So let him see enough of you from there, not that it's my kindness right hem" said Hamzah strengthening his grip on his mother Ema who kept shaking her head.

"I beg mas..I beg you..for this one time only mas and you know it.I beg torik.hiks..hiks.." so much sobbing did not melt the heart of Mr. hamzah..

until some time speechless he let go of his mother Ema's hand, instead he immediately approached his daughter instead his mother Ema looked at Hamzah...

"go before I change my mind" he said, turning his back....