Pasung Tuan Muda's

73. Unexplained

Anissa POV

Flashing without a sound, even every foot wanted to step felt extremely heavy. I don't know what I feel right now, holidays are not the same as when there is a mother at home. Feeling very bored, I finally decided to get ready to go to the hospital. Maybe with this self-existence on the side of mom, her health can improve and get better.

Quickly, I jumped from the top of the couch and walked straight to the bathroom. Right in the doorway, the two neutrals were stunned after finding an unusual sight. Especially if it is not a red bandana, objects that often stick to the mother have been lying on the floor and immediately towards a bathtub.

Feeling very curious, I squatted my body while taking the bandana. Then the netra just stared intently at the object until it wiped away the tears. Suddenly this feeling becomes very unusual, coupled with a mood that every day is increasingly raining.

The news about the condition of the mother has not been heard, because Bi Ira did not call me to just give news. Very quickly, I placed the bandana on the bathroom wall.

Then, the next thing I want to do is clean the body so that it can look fresh when it is next to mom. Although the heart was still crying over his current state, and it made the soul feel shaken a little bitterly.

After cleaning the body, I returned to the room, the choice of pink clothes and hijab became a decoration on the body and as a head covering. I sat down on the couch and stared at the diary on the left. Where, this book is a friend who is there when I am happy or sad.

Then I opened the first page of the book, clearly emblazoned with a bio of the man who is now my ex-father out there. The written writing has also shown the date several years ago, when I sat on the bench of Junior High. This diary has been around for a long time, telling how wonderful it is to torture a real father to his son and wife.

His feelings, to avenge have been ingrained in this body. I don't know why I never met my dad. Either on the road, or just poking around somewhere. Before long monologuing inwardly, my phone rang and vibrated the couch. Then I picked up the phone while staring at the screen and the notification came from Ziva.

Yes, the friend who now makes me excited about living life is in touch. I don't know what he wants, after all the hours I avoided him at school, now a phone call came over. I also picked up the phone that had been connected for a few seconds, but not a word was heard from the other person.

[City, Nissa.]

[Yes, Ziv, what's up, huh?]

[You have a no-show today?]

[It seems not, because I'm just going to the hospital to see my mom.]

[Oh, can you accompany me today?]

[To where? I promised to go to the hospital today.]

[We went to the hospital after leaving with me, because I have something to talk about today.]

[Hmmm .. okay, I'll wait at home then.]

[Alright, wait for me, yeah.]

Not long after, the phone died. From the sound that was heard, Ziva seemed to be experiencing an unusual event. Because his tone of voice was a little darn like he was crying. However, I don't really want to examine what his problem is, because it can make him feel hurt if too puffy and excessive care.

While sitting on the couch, I played my phone while staring at some status on my social media accounts. About a few minutes waiting, the sound of the car clarkson was heard from outside. Then I opened the window curtains of the house while staring at the steady red car parked in the yard.

Yes, of course it was Ziva, but he did not come out and knock on my door. Because today I was suddenly curious, footsteps also brought a body to be stunned next to the car. From the outside, it is seen that Ziva is alone, not bringing his personal driver.

Without answering, I nodded twice as a statement that I agreed.

“OK, lets go ...” After saying, Ziva opened the door on the right and I entered immediately.

After I got in the car, Ziva stepped on the gas and we got out of the yard at a slight rate. Right on Sudirman Street, Ziva began to bring to life the nostalgic songs of the very famous band, Viera. Bands that have a characteristic that became a favorite for teenagers today.

Although the song is rarely heard, both on the radio and on youtube, I still like the sound and music of the band. Ziva understands what is my favorite. I spent some time singing a little slowly following the vocalist. However, Ziva was only focused on looking ahead and did not want to turn his head in the slightest.

“Ziv, you're fine, right?” manya curious.

“I'm fine, is there anything strange?” he answered, raising one tone of voice.

So, Ziva suddenly insisted. Or is he having trouble again, huh? In part why I was the target, I said in my heart.

“Ziva, if you have any more problems, say the same to me. Don't be silent like this,” I explained.

With tears in her eyes, the other person finally moved both of her lips. “I don't know with a man's attitude, it's the same for me. Not to mention that the pain is gone, now it should open again.”

“Wait-wait-wait, what's the problem? You immediately blame the men. Who is that man? Your girlfriend?” manyu.

“My father, Niss, who else tried.”

“Well, what happened to your father?” ask again.

“He promised me once, that he wouldn't marry another woman and only put me first as the woman he loves. His son, but why now changed.” After saying, Ziva hit the steering wheel with both hands.

“Ziv, be careful, we again drive. If you take me now, if you want to be wretched, don't jump, dong. Anyway, I asked just want to give advice, not want to struggle.”

“Hmmm .. sorry-sorry. I'm really upset now,” he replied.

“By the way slowly, a woman who is judged is a word, not for violence. Why do you take out the neck veins to want to break up, but the solution does not exist. Waste of time, relax, Boss.”

“Niss, why try dad I have to dodge again. Obviously on his phone there is a number of women who every day chat with him, I do not like.”

“Loh, nice, dong. Means your father is still normal to chat with women, if your father chatan same new man you are angry,” I replied.

“Nissa, that's not what I mean ..”.

“Eat, by the way do not use emotions. I don't want to, ah, listen to the curses of people who like emotions.”

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