Second Pinang

Assistance

Disa feels unfamiliar with the young man who wears bright blue jeans, a maroon parachute jacket, and a black hat. The man claimed to be Salwa's om. He does know Sita's sister is a man, but not very familiar with her face because she has never met.

"I want to pick up Salwa" said the man.

"Who's your name, Mas?" ask Disa politely.

The young man looked calm. He smiled and answered with confidence. Makes Disa dismiss the suspicion just like that.

"Fikri," the young man replied briefly.

The man's answer led Disa to believe that it was Sita's sister named Fikri. Maybe just came home from the cottage and wanted to pick up Salwa, that's how Disa thought.

He immediately called out to Salwa using a loudspeaker. Make the little girl come near him. The response shown by Salwa was so surprised and immediately hid behind Disa's body.

Disa was astonished to see her protege so. It's strange! Was the response of a nephew so afraid to see his own brother? Even though they never met?

"Why, Nduk?" tanya Disa held Salwa's shoulder.

He read the child's body movements. Salwa's eyes dodged as she sat down with Disa. Which means that there is something the child is hiding. His body was riled up and his hands were letting out cold sweat.

"He might be surprised to see me, Mom. Come on, Sal, let's go home. Om boncengin you use a motorbike," said the young man immediately grabbed Salwa's hand. The man was Ateng, the nephew of Mr. Kus.

The two walked away from the school gate. Salwa looked at him with a look like asking for help. Makes Disa even more unsure that it is Fikri. He quickly contacted Sita.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ta," said Disa with a worried tone.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Ms. Disa. What's up?" ask Sita.

Two seconds later he spoke again, "Astaghfirullah! I forgot to tell the centil to pick up the bontot! Stop, Mommy!"

Sita who was zooming meeting immediately realized. He forgot to tell Rida to pick up Salwa. Disa cut her words.

"Don't you ask me something, Fikri's coming home from the cabin?"

"Huh? Fikri's home? No, how could he go home. It's not time yet" replied Sita.

"Innalallahi, Ta! Who picked up Salwa? He claimed to be Fikri! Closing down, Ta! Assalamu'alaikum!" Disa immediately walked out of the gate to the motor park.

He was already very sure the young man was not a good person. How is Salwa? He was very worried about the boy. With a limp step he forced himself.

It was impossible to ask the male teacher for help because it was Friday. They will be ready for prayer. Disa drove the bike after the young man and Salwa.

"Oh Allah, protect my beloved .., take care of him for me. Have patience, son." They were looking for traces of the young man.

He asked the rickshawman, but they said they didn't know. His mouth kept muttering do'a. He decided to change the course of his search. Follow other roads around the area. Right left rice field. Saw a motor that stopped at the edge.

Disa didn't know it was the young man's bike or not. But his premonition says that Salwa is close to him. He parked the vehicle, went straight through.

"Innalallahi, Salwa!" shouted Disa saw the body of the little girl touched by the young man earlier.

The young man and Salwa looked over. She saw the girl crying without being able to scream. Salwa immediately pushed the fake Fikri's body to fall in the rice field. Salwa immediately ran towards Disa.

"Salwa is afraid, Ust ..., hu-hu-hu." He could hold that tiny body. Her tears trickled down sadly looking at the state of her student.

Disa took Salwa's hand and ran to the motorcycle. But the young man blocked their steps. The two women retreated and turned back. With legs still sore does not allow Disa to run fast.

"Sal, run as fast as you can. Ask the citizens for help. Hurry, Nduk!" Disa let go of his grasp.

"Ono opo, Nduk? Kowe's a joking boy?" ask an old mother. (What's up, son? What kind of kid are you?)

"Bah, please help Salwa, hu-hu-hu. Guru Salwa was chased by the evil mas-mas there! Please Mbah, please ..., hiks." Salwa pointed towards the rice field.

"Innalillahi, beware! Get Mbah's husband first! Mr. ..., Pakne!"

An old man with a still gallant body came out. The woman explained the incident. Then quickly took out the ontel bike. Salwa is hugging at the back. They're heading for the rice fields.

The old woman asked her neighbor to help her husband and Salwa. Three young men immediately gasped towards the location.

His feet were unable to run anymore. Severe pain he felt on the ankle that kesleo. The young man laughed.

"Can't Salwa not papa, instead more beautiful!"

The veil was forcibly pulled by the young man. He's trying to keep it. Until there is a tear. He screamed for help.

I hope Salwa gets that help. His mouth was still praying quickly. The young man's hands began to touch his feet. With all her might Disa kicked.

"Can****!" The young man said rudely.

The young man screamed in pain while holding his forehead. Someone played catapult. He immediately looked back. Salwa and a middle-aged man carried catapults.

"Allah, O Allah .., Your help always comes at the right time!" He tried to get up. Stay away from that young man.

Some motorized youth came to help Disa. He told Salwa and Disa to go up. Securing both of them from the crazy young man.

After being safe in the house, Disa searched for her mobile phone. A lot of missed calls, one from Riski. Maybe my mom contacted him. He let that. Looking for Sita's name. There were about ten times the missed calls from the woman.

He could immediately call her back. Request to be picked up at the location mentioned. They drink water to calm themselves.

Can tidied Salwa's clothes. Crying and feeling guilty for not directly understanding the child's body language. Somehow the fate of his student if for a second he was late.

"I'm sorry Ust yes, Nduk. Don't understand when you're scared. Which one hurts, honey?"

"Salwa wants to go home, Ust," whined the unfortunate little girl.

"Yes, we're going home. Wait aunty, will you?"

He hugged Salwa. He told her to sit on his lap and pat the girl on the shoulder. Perhaps because of tiredness, the tiny body fell asleep.

The man who was there pampit because he had to pray Friday. Sita and Rida arrive shortly. It's sad to see both.

"Please one take my bike in the paddy field there. Legs hurt. This is Salwa sleeping how?" ask Disa.

Rida carried Salwa to the car. While Sita with the old woman who helped Salwa, ran to get Disa's motorbike. Afraid that the crazy young man would approach her.

They thanked the people who helped. Pamit's coming home. Salwa immediately put to sleep on the living room sofa. With painstakingly Disa treated the wounds of her beloved girl.

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Ehm ..., why othor take this conflict? because this is what often happens in society. Just want to share that story, it is important to introduce children to recognize their own bodies. Any part that should not be touched except by parents and doctors.

If a boy tries to get his father involved while bathing or changing clothes. If it's a girl then mom should be involved here. That's what the clergy taught us. Not that I am making it up, but this is a fact that is happening in society.