Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapter 11 Heaven Supports

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The sound of plots crashing through the precarious and emitting rumbling from the sky immediately sounded. Some of his neighbors who gathered at the house of Almira immediately say goodbye and run back to their respective homes which are only located around his house.

Vishnu was stunned to see the dark sky whose air gradually became cold and brought a cool breeze to hit the rain water towards the terrace of the house.

“Let's go inside the house first,” invite Father Almira with a wave of his hand, invite Vishnu and Ihsan to come into the house.

It seems like tonight the rain will be more heavy, with a louder sound heard from inside the house which was immediately closed the door when Vishnu and Ihsan as well as Almira entered the living room.

“Wah, the rain is very heavy,” said the father while patting his slightly wet front shirt.

Heavy rain that suddenly falls with the wind is directly crashing until anyone must be wet if hit by a blow or splash of water even on the porch of the house though.

“Please sit first, Vishnu,” pinta Pak Ramlan his father Almira while sitting on one of the chairs made of carved teak wood there.

“Thank you, sir,” said Vishnu immediately obey the request of his father Almira by signaling Ihsan to come sit too.

“Ira, make another drink, I want to chat a lot with Vishnu,” his father's orders staring at Almira who was about to step away after closing the glass window curtain.

“Iya, Sir.”

Almira nodded slowly while looking at Vishnu who was also looking at her. With a little clucking Almira returned a smile Vishnu that made him tremble very upset.

How can it suddenly rain like this. I hate the rain.

Almira stepped away towards the house behind her. All the way there past his middle home he was still nagging himself.

How could I have suffered such a fate. Sometimes he still looks back where he can see Vishnu sitting while laughing lightly, very familiar with his father.

Mas Good course for a year has not been able to melt the heart of the father, why did the man just meet a few hours very clever take the heart of the father? Does he have some kind of conscience study? inner Almira goosebumps.

“Mbak!” call Ersa loudly jerking Almira's consciousness from her chattering grunt.

“What the hell, just ngagetin!” hardik Almira with his face that grunted annoyed because his sister was always troublemaking around him, disturbing and teasing him every time.

“Dear once sister-in-law, yes. Sis Ira nemu where,” always Ersa made Almira quickly pinned his sister's head to make her grimace sick.

“You think he's a frog, nemu.”

“Gosh, gallantly,” protest Ersa stroked her hot head while walking following Almira towards the kitchen.

“What about tonight brother-in-law will stay here, huh? Hihihi .. I'm happy.”

“No! Why stay overnight?” cut Almira quickly with a glaring gaze towards her sister. Ersa so shriveled looking at her brother strange.

“Omegat, Brother Ira. Ordinary why the hell, already like a grandmother to drop by, angry constantly,” grumbled Ersa snorted at Almira and walked ahead of her brother.

Almira breathed with her hands still clenched tightly, her tightness had not yet disappeared from the corner of her heart.

“Ira! Quickly here!”

Her mother's screams from the back house made Almira and Ersa run fast in that direction. Pass through the middle house door and break through the back door as a link to the kitchen area.

“Why, Mom?” almira asked with a panicked face toward her mother who was busy fighting me with buckets and basins here and there, water pouring down from the roof of her house.

“Bocus, Son. It seemed like the wind brought with it some branches and fell on the tile,” answered his mother while taking the sink and replacing the bucket of water filled with water leaking from the top of the precarious house with an empty bucket.

“Yeah fucked up, I call you first!” ersa shouted running back to the front house when she saw how messy her mother's kitchen was.

Almira quickly helped her mother cope with the rushing water entering the house and flooding the kitchen floor.

The rain fell very heavy tonight, even a flash of thunder also sometimes sounded accompanied by the rumbling of rain and wind hit the trees around the house. Makes it even more upset.

“Yes Allah, may it not flood. Well how's this, Bu.”

“Mother does not know, may the rain quickly subside,” replied his mother restless. “Quick take mop, same dry cloth.”

Almira immediately replaced the bucket that was already full of water and threw it towards the back door quickly. Occasionally pour the basin and collect into one bucket in front of his feet. Sneak a dry cloth in the kitchen cabinet and hand it over to his mother.

Not until the long wait was seen the father of Almira and Vishnu also Ihsan was seen running small to help. Observe leaks from the inside with a focus on staring up the tile.

“I will go up,” said Vishnu with a fairly calm expression.

“Cannot!” cut the Almira quickly with a head shaking.

Almira did not think, in any situation why the man could still calm down and not panic, what his heart was made of.

“The importance of breaking, otherwise go up and replace the free tiled we keep the bucket overnight,” replied Vishnu while rolling his long-sleeved shirt up to the elbow and observing over the ceiling of the house.

“But, your hand is still hurt?” prevent Almira with an anxious face, looking at Vishnu's left wrist which is still wrapped in a thin bandage.

Vishnu observed his hand for a moment with a faint smile, sighing lightly while looking at the anxious Almira looking at him. Vishnu was happy whatever this girl was to him, still worried about him as well.

“Come, Sir. Where the stairs, can be damaged all the ceilings of this house if allowed the water continues to flow flood into.”

Vishnu looked at Mr. Ramlan and was immediately given a quick nod. Assisted by Ihsan who is not good at climbing can only help keep the stairs from collapsing.

From beside the house of Vishnu and Mr. Ramlan climb the stairs and justify the precarious location and replace it with a new one helped Ihsan throw it from below. Amidst the heavy rain, Almira and her mother became anxious inside her kitchen, thinking about the men.

For more than half an hour berjibaku against nature finally all the precarious successfully replaced, get rid of the branches that hit the precarious. The rushing water came to a slow halt and finally completely stopped barging into the house.

Almira and her mother swept the kitchen room, mopping the floor to dry back with a feeling of relief.

“Ira, help 'Nak Vishnu. Get her a change of clothes there too,” her father ordered while removing her shirt and squeezing her water in front of the back door.

Vishnu was still standing next to Mr. Ramlan with his body soaked. Mom immediately gave Vishnu and Ihsan a dry towel to help dry their face and hair both.

“Change your clothes first, son. Later in the wind.” Mr. Ramlan put on a smile towards Vishnu who was immediately given a nod.

“Come,” invite Almira to step followed Vishnu to walk behind him.

Along the way to the middle house of Vishnu can only stare at the footsteps of Almira who walked in front of him. Silence only heard the rumbling sound of rain that seemed to have not subsided as well.

“Because of your great height, I'll just lend you my girlfriend's shirt. My father's clothes certainly do not fit you,” as long as Almira still goes without looking.

“You, save your girlfriend's clothes?” ask Vishnu in a soft voice.

“Hem,” replied Almira turned her head to stop her steps. Vishnu immediately stopped stepping also so as not to hit the body of Almira.

"You love each other?" vishnu asked, revealing his cold face.

“You destroyed it all,” lontar Almira with a sigh of sadness, disappointment and deep anger.

Vishnu could see clearly from the look in the eyes of the girl before him. Vishnu could only hold himself back from feeling guilty.

“I, will pay for all my sins to you,” said Vishnu seemed to sound restrained in expressing Almira's annoyance. "Give me a chance."

“Married to you, I said it's not the thing that makes me happy.”

“I'm not an angel who can restore everything that has happened, do you understand?” vishnu's shoot gave his sharp eyes.

“Iya, because you are a demon who can destroy the dreams and happiness of others,” said Almira made Vishnu clenched his fingers.

They exchanged glances for a while until Almira stared at Vishnu's bandage changing color to red and the wider the nodes. With a worried face he grabbed the hand and dragged it into his room and pushed the man's body into his study chair.

Vishnu simply complied and looked at Almira's room which was neat, simple but comfortable. Looking at Almira who with a foggy face opened the drawers of her closet and desk. Vishnu only looked at it with a fleeting smile.

“Why are you quiet. Ap-doesn't it hurt?” tanya Almira panicked still looking for the medicine box while looking at Vishnu who sat down to observe his desk.

“Slightly,” replied Vishnu casually.

“How can a little when his blood gets to seep out?” decak Almira had already rushed to Vishnu and grabbed his hand.

“I'm fine,” always Vishnu let Almira open the bandage on his wrist which has turned red.

“Wah, your wound is back open, how is this,” lontar Almira looked at Vishnu anxiously after seeing the seams bleed.

“I will be fine,” replied Vishnu with his calm voice.

“It's okay how? Wound's bleeding!” almira's jolt looks for cotton and dips on antiseptic drugs and attaches them to the wound.

“Didn't this wound be smaller than the one you had to bear because of my mistake?” lontar Vishnu made Almira stop his hand from caring for Vishnu's wound.

With an awkward gasp and a frozen hand Almira looked at Vishnu with teary eyes. Vishnu also lowered his head and grabbed a cotton swab from Almira's hand and cleaned his own wound.

Almira immediately stood up and took out a stel of clothes from inside her closet. Give to Vishnu by putting it on the study table.

“Replace your clothes, do not let you get sick. I can't be nice to bad people, can I?” the word Almira makes Vishnu look up at him.

“Thank you, I will make sure you will be grateful for giving this dress to me, not your girlfriend,” said Wisnu displaying a smile.

Almira breathed back. This guy is very good at making pity and then becomes annoying.

“Replace your clothes quickly, I'll help clean your wounds outside the room. I'm waiting in the living room.”

"Can't you really forgive me?" lontar Vishnu stopped Almita's footsteps.

They remained silent for quite a while. Almira did not want to answer or look back.

Almira immediately stepped away and closed the door of her room quickly, letting Vishnu change his clothes inside her room. His feelings are confused, on the other hand he hates but the other side feels Vishnu is a good man.

With lethargic steps, occasionally staring back at the door of the room where Vishnu was there, the 160 cm tall girl walked back towards the front house where her father was waiting. With awkwardness. The girl glanced at her father with a pounding heart.

Forgive you? can I forgive you that night.

“Father likes this man of your choice,” said the father while smiling at him. With her body slumped, Almira nodded weakly.

"He fits perfectly with what you have in mind. Well, polite, working too. I think he can take good care of you, you can relax and let you get married" said his father accompanied by a happy and wise smile towards his daughter.

If you knew, what he had done to me, would you still love it with a glint of eyes so proud to get a daughter-in-law like her?

Almira could only stare at Ihsan who nodded her head in support of her hiding the secret.

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