Pasung Tuan Muda's

72. There's No Sorry For An Actor

Marissa POV

“Aduh ... My head hurts so much, where am I?” my own words while trying to evoke a weak body position.

By opening the two netra, I stared at the room with all-green shades. The fan and the clock tick, moving there and here. Right in the atmosphere that broke the silence of the night, I also opened my eyes as I dyed nonstop.

On the left hand, there has been a hanging infusion and remove small particles of white liquid. While the people were not in a slightly dim room. I don't know where I'm at right now, because tonight's silence leaves the whole world mute.

So curious I was, the blanket that covered the body was easily thrown away, set a foot fast slowly on the floor while carrying a bag of infusion on the left. Yes, the main goal is to get out of the room. However, when the foot was about to step away, a touch landed gently on the back shoulder.

Thoroughly, I turned to the position of one hundred and eighty degrees. Right behind, a stunned woman stared fixedly at these two neutrals. She is Bi Ira, a woman who I say is better than an angel on this earth. A gaze full of tears she threw away while shaking both her lips.

“Well, where are the nights like this?” tanyanya.

“Bi Ira, I guess who,” I replied in a raucous tone of voice.

“Daddy, yuk, sleep again. It's late at night to go out of the room,” he said telling me to lie back down.

“I'm bored, Bi, I want to find some fresh air out there.” After saying that, I turned my body and looked to the left.

Right in the corner of the room, I shook my head while staring at the quiet atmosphere outside the room. All that is heard is crickets and small animals flying there and here. However, in a stunned position, I did not feel Bi Ira's presence again. I don't know where he went, and then I turned and looked at the woman who had asked me to tell a story.

Finally all paid off, because Bi Ira was not there back there. Very gently, I touched my forehead while thinking hard. The illusion tonight makes the soul fantasize too far, because in this room there is indeed no one.

Before long, the door of the room was opened and the lights were very bright. I who was still fluttering on the side of the table, turned to see who was present.

“Nyonyah ...,” shouted a middle-aged woman who was now carrying plates and glasses.

Tightly, Bi Ira was running towards me at this moment. Unexpectedly, what I saw at the beginning was an illusion. Because only now Bi Ira was present and looked into my eyes very sharply, very different from before.

“Daddy, come on, I help you to go back to sleep,” he said while helping me sleep and lie down.

Thoroughly, I stared at the two opposing sides. “Bi, where have you been? I'm daritadi looking for the person in this room.”

“Ma-sorry, Nyah, I just went out for a while to buy food.” After saying that, Bi Ira put his gaze on a plate filled with toast.

“What is this, Bi?” I pretended not to know.

“This is toast, the food that Madam used to eat at home when watching television.”

Yes, Allah .. There are still people who remember my favorite. Until late at night he was willing to come out with a cold atmosphere creeping pore holes, in what other way I returned his kindness, my mind said.

“Ah, yes, Bi, thank you. Oh, yes, why did Auntie know that I like toast?” my question is full of search.

“I often just pay attention, Nyah, because every night when watching television. Nyonyah, right, often buy toast.”

“Wah, Auntie is very good with me. Hmmm ... Bi,” call me.

“Yes, Nyah?”

“I can ask something not the same Aunty now?”

Instantly, the speech stopped. We exchanged looks because we both felt very curious. What makes me want to ask is about compassion, she is a woman with an extraordinary level of kindness in this world. Not just with me, but with Anissa. Even he was willing to pick up my only child when the school was soaked in rain.

In fact, Bi Ira was neither my brother nor was there any blood flow flowing in his body. As a result of the heavy rain at night, when she brought her son and knocked on my door, I treated her like my own mother. Because indeed, I no longer have a mother right now.

Naturally, when he saw a woman my mother's age, he was knocked to bring her into the house and give her a job. For me it's normal for a fellow human being, but he has a different affection for me and Anissa.

Things like this I must ask, because curious it continues to rain down on this self.

“Daddy, if I may be honest. Actually I was a displaced person in the village, heading to the city of fate to improve the economy. Carrying my son when it was two months old his birth, I no longer know where to go.”

“Continue, Bi?”

“I walked along the street and looked for where the house was still open the door at 24:00 midnight. At that time I saw Nyonyah's house was still open.” Bi Ira paused for a moment, then he continued, “then I turned and tried to knock on the door of the mansion like a palace with legs that had been full of blood due to walking very far.”

“Yes, I still remember that, Bi. Did that love just grow on me? Because we are not one blood, my sambar”.

“Kuta is not one blood, but Madam is the first of many people in the city to give me mineral water. When I left, the Madam and the Lord were holding me back, saying it was night. When I want to go, it seems like the atmosphere can still be reached by humans.”

“Lantas, why did Aunt choose to stay with our family back then?”

“Because I see there will be a big incident that will overwhelm the Madam in household life. When I entered the house, there was a different aura when you invited a woman to come in. Now, all answered everything. That there was indeed an intruder who was about to destroy the Madam household,” he replied as he shed tears of my eyes at this time.

Hearing that remark, a huge storm seemed to give me a loud whip. For some reason, the words coming from Bi Ira made this soul feel silenced. Turns out, he was present like a high fortress for me against the injustice of domestic affairs.

But why this is all I know now. Just try Bi Ira honestly from a long time ago, maybe fate can I prevent by not allowing Siska to stay at my house which he currently has mastered.

Verily an actor shall have no forgiveness in the world, nor in the Hereafter.

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