The Appearing Woman

Chapter 6 Straining

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Chapter 7

Mr. Hasan made my daydream instantly, he patted my shoulder while saying." Don't be daydreamed if old school isn't going anywhere."

"Yes, Mr. Hasan can do it" I said. Thinest. 

We continued our journey to pull the cargo, looking for passengers. It turned out that Pak Hasan's cargo was so crowded, all the mothers came to want to ride Pak Hasan's angkot. 

They even wanted to take a picture with me, until someone looked at me as if not blinking. Until I poked my hand.

"The father of many passengers, he looked aden deh. This handsome one," said Mr. Hasan, made me laugh.

"Well, Mr. Hasan can do it!" my answer.

"Truly den, if you have a daughter is not a match for the same aden. But unfortunately all boys' fathers," said Mr. Hasan.

I who heard him chuckle laugh, there is-there's the end of Mr. Hasan. Make my laugh until it doesn't stop.

"By the way, this handsome guy has a girlfriend?" ask Mr. Hasan. When calculating income today.

"Not Sir!" I answered, looking down at the underground. Which does look dry because the hot sun is so intercepting makes the ground as if cracked.

"His time, have you ever had a boyfriend before?" ask Mr. Hasan who is still curious. The routine of calculating the income money he stopped, as if curious about my story.

"You're going out, sir, I'm busy nursing an old mother. Not to mention college activities, until I forget her name is a woman," I said. Submitting a glance, scribbling on the ground with small stones.

"So who's the same mother now?" ask Mr. Hasan.

"Emak is now alone at home. At first I did not have the heart to leave my mother, just because my mother made her. He said it was for my own good, rather than my mother continuing to babble," I said. Making clear Mr. Hendra's circle immediately flowed.

"What is patient den, your mother may want the best for herself and the future aden," said Mr. Hasan. Makes me just nod my head, resigned to all the circumstances. 

Determined to be determined, bring success to the mother when she came home later. Until my mom was excited and proud of my hard work.

"I'm sorry, can you take me to the path of two mango paper," said the woman in front of me.

Staring at the woman's voice, it turned out to be Dinda.

"Dinda" I said standing before the woman who was panning over a large bag.

"Father again, why are you here. Isnti ...."

I immediately cut off the talk of that snub-nosed woman.

"I've been fired from the office, and now I'm a snob!"

"Why can?" 

"Eitherway! Where you going? Carrying a big bag? Where's husband?"

Dinda, who heard my words, immediately switched the conversation. Ask Mr. Hasan.

"The driver can get me?" asked Dinda to Mr. Hasan, I was the one who stood up to ask him. Even leaving me in a thousand answers, he seemed to ignore my words.

"Could neng, let's go up!" answer Mr. Hasan.

I'm getting more convinced on Dinda, there's something she's hiding until she's acting pretentious to ignore.

With great courage, I pulled his arm. Made him stick to my face. Staring seriously at his face as he said, "I know your husband has been non-violent?"

Mr. Hasan who heard my words was immediately shocked.

Both of Dinda's eyes looked teary, as if she wanted to say something. But doubtful, his heart seemed to be filled with fear.

"Dinda, don't be afraid to talk to me. Maybe I can help you?

Both of his eyes were staring intently at my face. The teary eyes now began to slowly drip the twinkle of tears. 

I saw the woman in front of me, as if she had a heavy burden. Makes him have to hold everything.

"Sorry, please let go of my arm" said Dinda. His right hand began to rub slowly the feathers that almost fell on his cheek. 

"I will not let go of your hand, after you speak the truth" I said, a little high-pitched.

Dinda let go of my hand. But I tried to suppress the answer.

He got out of the car, pointed to my breast and said, "what's your business. All men are equal they are vile, evil."

"It's up to you, so don't stop me from leaving. What you care about me, you are not my family or my brother so do not interfere too much in my affairs," hardik Dinda. He's really so angry.

"Dinda, I'm not your relative. But just so you know, I want to help you," I said in a slightly irritated tone.

The woman before me was so stubborn, willing to suffer on her own. 

"I'll help you believe it" I said, stalling at the round-eyed woman.

His lowered face now raised a little towards my face. I saw the clear whirlpool of tears just flowing.

It feels like this hand is eager to wipe the teardrop that has hit his cumby cheeks.

"Where are you going now?" my many.

"Okay, I'm confused too. Actually I no longer have a family, I am confused where to go?!"  the answer. 

Dinda is fighting again. I can't see the tears of women flowing.

There are still men who want to hurt a woman's heart, to torture her physique.

What kind of man is that, where is their conscience. Though women have difficulty conceiving giving birth and raising their children to a large body. Now men just want to hurt women, without thinking seriously.

Roughly wiping my face, tears did not start to come out of my eyes. I wanted to hug the woman in front of me, soothe all the burdens she felt.

Ahk, what power I am is not part of his life and also his family. If only Dinda had been dumped in the camp like this, I would have picked her up like a player who felt the beauty of a man's love and affection. I will not waste a woman as beautiful and patient as her.

"Now we report everything to the police station for your husband. In prison," I said so easily.

Dinda was silent, she was really scared. 

"You don't be afraid, the police will take care of everything" I assured Dinda.

The woman with the wiggly eyes, shook her head and said." No, my husband is no ordinary man."

"You mean?" I ask who is still curious.

"He can justify any number of ways, by anything. He's not a random guy!" the answer. With trembling hands.

My hands were itching to hold tightly, their hands were trembling in fear.

"Keep in on me, for your own good. The police can certainly solve everything," I said with confidence.

Dinda seemed unsure of my plan, she still forbade me to report everything.

"Come on Dinda, we're going to the police station. Don't be the bod*h woman waiting for the miracle to come. In this world if we don't act, there won't be any magic coming for free" I said.

"Oh, now you're here Dinda. Escape with other men," said the figure of a burly man. Approaching us both.

I gave the code through the eyes to Mr. Hasan to be alone in the angkot.  I'm afraid Mr. Hasan is in trouble.

"Bang Burhan, everything is not what you think" said Dinda. The man pulled Dinda's arm.

"Don't you pull her rough," my hard. Approaching the burly and muscular man.

The man even laughed at me, while scatting," What do you want. Kerp."

Jesus this guy calls me, the constrict he doesn't know ya. These are martial arts masters.

"From you balding," I quipped. Everything seems hot. The heart of the mind, as if fused to make emotions animate.

He clapped his hands together to call his friends. That man, it turns out he didn't bring his friends to fight me.

Dinda yelled at me, "run sir. You won't be able to fight them."

Dinda pleaded with her husband on his knees, so as not to beat me. But the man instead, pulled Dinda's long, tied hair. Until the woman endured the pain.

"Take him off, are you crazy. She's a woman," my hard.

"She's a woman, she's nothing but trash" she laughed. Holding Dinda's cheek so tightly. Grip so strong.

He's really outrageous once. His sense of well-being was controlled with an angry rage.

The man let Dinda slam his body to the ground and gave two answers." Come with me home. Or you go with him, and he'll die at my hands."

"I'm coming with you Bang!" answer Dinda.

I immediately approached him, but was interrupted by two men who suddenly beat me.

They're so many, it makes me overwhelmed to beat them up.