The Cupu And The Disabled

12. (Revision)

"No! I have to tell you this because you're my future wife!" arkan.

"Well, brother, then what happens when you get to that building?" ask Arta.

"When we got to the roof of the building, we smelled a very strong smell of alcohol. Then there were the sounds of slaps and blows many times but we did not know who was the victim.

It was late in the afternoon, slowly we approached the source of the sound and to our surprise we saw some children with large bodies who were usually gagged between us persecuting Nathan on the roof of the building. Nathan was soaked in blood, when he was about to save Nathan, Roki's brother prevented me from being rash. We contacted the bodyguards who always followed us to provide assistance and contact the police.

But at that moment, I heard words that made my anger peak.

'hei cupu!! you think hanging out with a rich and handsome boy like Arkan and a slang kid like Roki is gonna change your life?' huh?' said a woman with a cigarette in her hand while pulling Nathan's hair. And you know what? that woman is the tania who will be betrothed to me.

'Not the treasure and appearance I saw but his heart' Nathan replied despite being battered.

Hearing Nathan's reply, they all laughed out loud, insulting, beating and brutally kicking Nathan's body.

One of them raised his body high like an item about to be destroyed.

Seeing the incident, because I was impatient I instead ran towards them trying to save Nathan but ill-fated, the man who lifted Nathan's body lost balance to cause Nathan was thrown out of the building.

However, I swiftly grabbed Nathan's hand until he was in a position hanging on top of the building.

My tears could not be contained, Nathan looked at me with a genuine smile. He thanked me for feeling how he had a true friend like me and Roki's sister before he finally took off my grip and fell to the bottom of the building.

We were all in shock that not even a single person was moving from the building. From then on, I had a mental illness and severe trauma" Arkan explained his past and illness.

"When did it recur?" ask Arta.

"My illness can come on when I'm too tired or thinking too much, sometimes I choose to stay apart with my family and not even get involved with the company" Arkan explained.

"In addition, in the most severe conditions I will be paralyzed worse than this" he explained.

"Arta, I hope you're considering this marriage. I don't want you to be my impingement when I get together. Because I don't know what I can do to you later" Arkan said sadly.

Arta fell silent, she was unable to say what. His mind was chaotic, he had just tried to accept others but instead he had a disease that could threaten his life.

"Sir Arta come out first, go to sleep" he told Arkan and passed out of the room.

Arkan stared at the departure of the girl who had stolen his heart. There was regret in his heart as he told all of his past, but this was the best option for Arta to survive.

Meanwhile, Arta was struggling with her own thoughts.

"What should I do God? help your child, it is hard for me to make a decision" he cried in his prayer.

Long Arta wept in that room, until she fell asleep and entered the world of her dreams.

In his dream, Arta walked in a very beautiful garden saw many flowers scattered.

It seems that the garden is above the sky, because there are many clean white clouds there.

"Ahahahha" came the sound of a child's laughter running towards her while carrying a flower.

"Hey what's your name, son?" ask Arta to the little boy.

" There you are, accept this Auntie!" said the girl.

"What's it for, baby?" ask Arta.

"What should aunty do dear?" ask Arta to the boy.

"Be at peace with yourself, be honest, take care of him with affection because a happy heart is medicine but a broken spirit will dry the bones. Accept her Aunt and happiness is yours" said the girl and left her alone in the garden.

"Hey, wait, I'm not done yet" cried Arta, but the boy had disappeared.

"Hey!" yelled Arta waking up from his dream.

"Ah the dream turned out, but it was very real. What time is it?" he murmured while incising to the wall clock which showed at 02:00 in the morning.

"Oh, how's Arkan doing?" he said he walked up to Arkan's room.

Opened slowly the door of the room, he stared at the man was sleeping but with a face still a little pale. Arta walked up to Arkan and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Lord, let your plans come and not mine. I'm sure you have prepared a wonderful future for us. I will accept it, please help me live it God," said Arta slowly as she stared fixedly at Arkan.

Arta checked Arkan's body temperature and felt still warm. Perhaps the severe stress of trauma and psychic disorders made him weak and helpless.

After checking Arkan's body, Arta added Arkan's blanket so he didn't have a fever. He painstakingly wiped the slightly sweaty face of Arkan. Arta seemed to have forgotten her drowsiness.

After making sure everything was in order Arta chose to continue her sleep and chose to sleep on the long sofa in the corner of the room just in case Arkan needed help later.

The cold night passed them in their quiet and beautiful dream world.

The time keeps rolling, the clock has shown at 6 am, the sun looks shy to show himself.

Arkan woke up and sat on his bed, his body feeling a bit lightened when he woke up. The pain and paralysis in his legs began to subside not as badly as last night.

When waking up Arkan did not forget to pray before starting his activities. Finished praying, Arkan sat on his bed thinking for a moment why his body could recover so quickly. Usually if the disease recurred, at the earliest 3 days he recovered after being treated by his personal doctor.

Arkan did not realize Arta was sleeping on the sofa in the room.

As he directed his gaze towards the window that happened to be near the sofa, his eyes widened to realize the figure of a human who was sleeping there.

"Good Arta! why is he sleeping there? Has he been looking after me all night?" arkan said astonished at the sight before him.

Arkan slowly tried to get up from his bed. He tries to get close to Arta to wake the girl.

"bruck"

Arkan lost his balance and fell because his legs were still weak.

Arta woke up when she heard the falling sound. He quickly got up and found Arkan on the floor.

"Son Arkan!!" yelled Arta worried.

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