Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapter 8 Home Village

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The words of advice that always ring in the head of Almira, the words of the two parents who are willing to mingle with good people, to a good place, and always be kind to anyone.

Almira packed her things into a backpack, after thinking for a day and a night, she decided to go home after a week had passed since meeting with the help of the man who desecrated her.

After saying goodbye and asking permission to leave her place to work in a Mini Market owned by parents of her former campus friends, Almira immediately ordered ojol to go to the Terminal. His determination was unanimous, forgetting everything.

Almira still hopes that one day there will be a man who accepts her shortcomings, a traumatic thing that afflicts her.

He closed all the secrets that befell him, there would be a lot of slurs when he revealed in the police where he was at the time of the fateful night, all that he thought alone. Wrong, not right decision. He just hoped he wouldn't regret it later.

Tracing the terminal platform where the bus majoring the city where she lives, Almira walked with steps that made her mind frightened. The unintentional reluctance of some visitors completely torments his inner self.

Maybe people who have not experienced a fateful night like himself will say it excessively, but who would want to experience something like that? Traumatic feelings will certainly haunt every woman who is a victim. That's what Almira is feeling right now.

Almira chose to ride the bus with a quieter ride by taking a seat behind the driver's seat to make it quiet. Observing the frenzy of activity in the crowded terminal makes it engap and eager to leave this city immediately. Leaving behind his dream of becoming a teacher or teacher.

Almira's mind drifted out of nowhere, accustomed to meeting good people and living a normal life as it is made him unprepared when experiencing severe problems that suddenly plagued his life. Until the daydream was up when his phone shook and turned his attention to the screen with a foreign number plastered clearly there.

“Hallo, who is this?” greet Almira in a hesitant voice as she answered the call.

“I Ihsan, sorry to interrupt for a moment, can we meet again?” Ihsan said from across.

Almira sighed softly, fixing the location of her phone in the ear still did not want to make a sound.

“Sorry, I got your number from your coworker,” Ihsan said as if knowing what came to Almira's mind.

“What do you need?” almira asked in a voice that she did not like.

“True problem,” clear Ihsan without stale ado.

“Sorry, I am not pel*c*ur, so I refuse compensation in any form from you. And please, don't bother me anymore, or I actually report what your boss did to me to the authorities.” Almira said immediately hung up.

He went back to being silent, a compensation he could not receive no matter what its value was. A thing that only he would give to men who dared to ask permission to his parents to be a companion for life. Leaning his shoulders on the seat he closed his eyes, feeling the bus he was riding on slowly moving away from Terminal.

Without even looking at the glass window of the bus, Almira could feel that her long journey had already begun. The trip he hated, because he had to feel drunk when using transportation like he was now riding. Part of his weakness.

He fell asleep after giving money to the Bus conductor due to the influence of anti-sickness drugs.

It took three hours by bus to reach his destination, a small Terminal in his city, Almira immediately boarded a small bus that passed through his hometown, a beautiful village with farmers and traders as well as craftsmen as a livelihood of almost half of the population in addition to migrating to a big city like himself.

Almira immediately walked along the gate to his village, stepping with breath strengthening his mind. Looking to the right and left of the vast expanse of rice fields mixed with some already built into a dwelling house, Almira stepped his feet quickly.

“Wahh, Neng Ira?” greet a father who was tidying the grass in the sack as Almira passed by.

“Iya, Sir. Taking grass?” sapa Almira basa stale.

“Iya, Neng. How about on foot? Not picked up by his father?” ask the man again with a smile.

“No, Sir. Come, I'm sorry,” Almira said with a smile.

Almira continued her steps, avoiding talking too much. His feelings were turbulent, eager to get home quickly and shut himself in his room.

With the footsteps that he accelerated, avoiding the heat of the daytime sun that sometimes stings when there are no trees he found on the side of the road. Almira immediately turned towards his house that looked beautiful, with the presence of mango trees and water guava in front of his house made it feel very cool and cool when the foot stepped on his yard.

“Ira?” his mother was shocked by his daughter's return without notice.

Almira is the type of girl who is scared when in public places, especially on the bus that makes her drunk, obviously her mother understands very well that Almira is doing nothing in the city where she is studying while working.

“Iya, buk. Ira came home,” Almira replied approaching and grabbed her mother's fingers and kissed her with a smile.

“Go home did not say first, 'kan your father can pick up at the Terminal,” his mother's scolding while pulling the backpack Almira and bring it into the house.

“Suddenly, Buk.”

Almira could only look at the back of her mother who walked slowly into the middle house, where her room was. Almira quickly caught up and entered the room.

Almira immediately walked towards the window and opened it quickly, throwing a sultry stupor on her body as she felt at a loss as to what to answer. He never lied to his parents.

“Nothing, Buk.”

“For marahan yes, same 'Nak Bagus?” his mother made Almira turn her head while shaking her head listlessly.

“Yes already, mom cook first for you yes. Rest, if you have died later mother calls you,” said his mother smiled and immediately out of the room Almira.

Almira breathed a sigh of relief immediately. Staring at the soft mattress that he always missed when in the city. Sighing softly he immediately dropped his body there. Hitting his head lightly with a swearing in his heart.

“Maybe I used to have a dream first night here, in fact my first night was even in a five-star hotel like a lowly woman,” he muttered softly while stomping his feet annoyed.

Her phone that she put on the table ats sounded like it was ringing repeatedly, but Almira was still lazy to just see who the person who contacted her was.

Until he fell asleep in his beautiful dreams, enjoying the comfort in the most favorite room in his house.

The clock has shown at 5 pm, knocking the door from the outside sounds very loud, Ersa Untari her younger sister who is still in 2nd grade Junior High is heard calling her name repeatedly. But Almira was still lazy to open her eyes let alone open the door of her room.

“Kak Ira, quickly wake up!” his sister was upset.

Almira smiled faintly, her sister who always behaved fiercely to her when the call was more than three times she did not answer. Alma missed that voice.

“Just open,” reply Almira yells lazily.

“Wake up, shower there. Someone came saying 'tuh,” said Ersa opened the door and put her head peeked at Almira who was still lying in her bed.

“Later, ah.” replied Almira lazily.

“Such handsome, use bring the car all over again,” always Ersa displays a seductive smile to her brother.

“Not mempan,” said Almira who seems ordinary, he memorized Ersa often prank himself.

“Pake don't believe, again?” hunting bath, sorry to know the taste, Madam Ira."

Her sister grunted as she entered her brother's neat room. Her mother always cleaned her sister's room.

“Udah ah, Mbak males. You come out gih, still want to be lazy,” refuse Almira take a pillow and cover her head so as not to hear the ravings of her sweet sister.

“Virgin child is lazy, basic!” decak Ersa looked at her brother a little bit upset. “Then, Mr Handsome who came for Ersa aja yes?” his chatter made Almira smile.

Ersa immediately walked out of Almira's room without closing the door. That door she left open let her brother get upset and wake up on his own.

And sure enough, the discomfort when the door is not closed really makes him have to be willing to get up and step closer to the door of the room and prepare to close the door again with a grumbling mind.

The sound of loud noises came from the front house. A foreign voice and some neighbors seemed to be coming to his house. Almira could only guess.

“About what's coming? should I go out?” almira tried to hear a voice that was getting crowded in front of her house. "Ersa could have said handsome master who came," Almira grumbled at her sister's babble.

Doldrumsily, Almira again closed the door of her room and walked over to her bed. His feelings and thoughts seemed to draw a conclusion.

“Who is coming? What could he be ...”

Almira leaped towards her bed and looked at the door of her room anxiously. Imagine who came to his house this afternoon. Neighbor's voice was increasingly clear, to make him glue his body to hold the feeling of fear and anxiety that still whack his feelings.

Like flowers, that is me. Hoping for the baby to come crashing to get rid of my petals that began to wither, fading the bright color now turned into a mute. Who's in the wrong? it was true when I gave up and resigned because I did not have the power and courage to dare to step up against it gallantly. ~ Almira

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