SEPHIRA

Chapters 3's

Fira frowned looking at her superior. "I mean father?"

"Did that night have any results?" Ask Dave stick with his flat face.

Fira was a little surprised to hear his superior question but in a few seconds he could master the situation. "No sir," Fira replied lying.

Honestly, Fira was afraid that if he told her honestly, Dave would tell her to drop her content. His hand immediately hugged his stomach and Dave saw it.

How dare you lie to me. Inner Dave growled.

"Gugurina!" Let's say Dave's cold. Fira was surprised to hear that.

Does he know? Inner Fira wondered.

"With you hugging your stomach it's as if you're protecting it making me know you're lying" Dave explained.

"Sa-I beg you, don't ask me to gu-abort my contents. I promise I won't hold you accountable" Fira said in tears.

"I'll get away from you!" Break up Fira fast.

"Deal!" Dave looked at Fira coldly. "I'll transfer 50 million for you!"

Fira nodded her head. He is not stupid to refuse the money, if he does not accept the money with what he can go, eat, and maybe open a small business to connect his life later.

While Dave? The man would be very ashamed of his family if people knew he had impregnated a girl. Who doesn't know the Miller family? Families who have a good image in the community.

One thing Dave didn't think about, it wasn't just him and his family being embarrassed. What about Fira who will take all the risk of a Dave's depravity? There will be a lot of abuse that he will receive later. Let's say Dave is a jerk who easily aborts his own flesh and blood.

"I'm transferring, now you're back at work again and tomorrow you can't be in town again!" Dave said with emphasis, Fira just nodded resignedly removing the trace of her tears and then walked out of the room.

Dashed already, his dreams and future shattered already a sense of regret enveloped him. Had he not come to Dave then surely none of this would have happened, then now what should he do?

Dave is like he's the victim, not wanting to risk being with Fira. That's one definition of a jerk. Dare to do it but dare not take responsibility!

Anyone please wake Dave out of consciousness! Here the victim is Fira, Sefira!

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On the evening of 6, Sefira had finished her work shif. He walked to his locker to change his clothes. When he finished he left the cafe with a sad face.

"Mba Des, Fira said yes," Fira told Desi. Desi who understood Fira's working hours was done, nodded briefly and smiled. "Be careful Ra."

No one knows that today is Fira's last day of work at the cafe. This three-year-old place gives Fira sustenance.

Arriving at home, Fira immediately took a shower and packed her things. He decided to leave tonight as well, he also decided to sell the already-born house protecting it from the heat and rain to supplement his capital trying later.

"Now we're just two boys," great-grandson Fira held her belly.

Sefira took a deep breath before finally coming out of her simple house.

The woman with the waist hair was walking in an indeterminate direction. He doesn't know where he's going.

Fira was now looking at the very crowded streets. "Where are we going? It's late now" asked Fira to his son-in-law.

Not knowing the direction, Fira continued to walk while holding her bag until she did not realize she was now in the market.

"Hey pretty," seductive guy dressed like a thug with a big chain necklace, pierced ears and arms full of tattoos.

"Where are the nights going?" Asked the man to pull Fira's chin which immediately made the master look away.

"Don't macem-macem ya bang," Fira recalled away.

"Okay I ain't going to macem-macem. But now hand over all your money," said the thug pointing Fira a sharp knife.

Fira shakes.

"If you don't want me to kill you!"

"POLICE! THE COPS!" Shouted Fira waving her hand. The man was surprised and reflexively looked back.

Not wanting to miss the chance to compete, Fira immediately ran away.

"Let's Ra be more confident!"

Fira quickens his pace, he looks back and turns out the thugs are still chasing him.

"I'm hiding in this pick-up tub."

Fira climbs into the pick-up tub then she drags a tarp that happens to be there to cover it.

Bismillah O Allah protect the servant, amen. Inner Fira prayed with her hands together.

After a long time Fira slipped from the tarp gap. "Alhamdulillah it oranf has gone," said Fira breathing freely.

"Mba," called the middle-aged pariah man wearing a maroon-colored hat and t-shirt.

"Astagfirullah the one has gone, this is coming again one," murmured Fira.

"Brother thug too?" Asked Fira in a lethargic tone.

"Oh sorry sir."

The driver nodded briefly.

"Where are you going now?"

"Where?"

"To Village. I've missed my wife and my son" said the man.

"What father's name?"

"Sir."

"Sir Andi can't be whining?"

"Where is mba?" The middle-aged man that Fira just knew his name Andi seemed to be thinking.

"May you sir, I'm sitting here too, papa."

"Yes, no papa mba. But it's really sitting here, isn't it?"

Fira nodded. "Yes, sir, no papa."

"But the long journey loh mba," explained Andi.

"No papa sir," replied Fira smiling convincingly.

"Yes already wear my holster so as not to get cold," said Andi handed him a dark blue glove.

Fira received the holster. "Makasi sir."

Cold air enveloped Fira's journey tonight. He bent his knees and then drowned his head in the middle also wearing a glove that was given Pak Andi earlier.

Fira's lips trembled with the cold of the night wind. "You're cold, son," said Fira as she clenched her arms around her stomach.

He occasionally glanced at the towering buildings of the capital. "Goodbye birthplace" murmured Fira with tears.

"You don't be naughty, you want to be in there" murmured Fira. Her tears were no longer stifled.

He hiccupped, why did his fate end like this. He has no one and must raise his future baby alone.

Fira noticed the tears that had soaked her cheeks. "Oh Allah, if this is the way, Fira will accept it. But don't let Fira's child suffer later."

Fira tried to close her eyes, physically and mentally too tired with the events that have been outlined by God.

Crutch

Fira's stomach is ringing. "Laper is great."

Fira opened her bag. "It was a good thing to buy bread with water," relieved Fira smiled.

Fira opened the bread with chocolate flavor and ate it until there was nothing left. "Udah is a bit full, if I drink water it must be fuller."

Fira took the mineral bottle she bought and opened it. "Alhamdulillah full, now we sleep yes son," said Fira rubbed a glimpse of a flat stomach.

...***...

...SPOI NEXT!...

"MBA!" Yelled Andi from his car.

"Why sir?"

"Mba get off here. Fear later my wife thought macem-macem," explained Andi.

"Oh yeah bang."

Fira cradled her bag and opened the back door of the car then she got off. Fira approached Andi's pack who was still in the car. "Make it sir, ride it."

"Yes mba, you're the same."

"Yes already mba, I go first yes," said Andi who in response nod Fira.

Fira walked through the shophouses lined up around the street.

"What time is it now" he looked up at the sky, squinting.

"GRANNY LOOKOUT!" Shouted Fira when his gaze accidentally saw a fast-moving car almost hit the grandmother who was about to cross.

Fira then ran and pulled the old woman's hand. "Awsh," ringis Fira as her hand hit a tree.

"Yes Alalh boy!" Granny's strangling that's just been helped by Fira.

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