The Dark Side of the Mentari

Lap Cloth

The tension this afternoon was so draining on Rania's mind. Especially before he heard the news that Reza had passed through a critical period. How not, even though he was newly designated as a witness, Reza's life and death will still affect his fate.

Dandy also had time to go to the police station, but because it was not his family he could not do anything.

The arrival of the Hero and his father instantly made him so relieved. He does not have to stay at the police station because either the father or the Hero who gives guarantees. They both met the police as soon as they arrived.

A policewoman with the title of doctor invites Rania into the room to check her physique. Rania hesitates when the policewoman tells her to undress. But the firm woman explained that a physical exam had to be done to get the slightest evidence, including taking a photo of her bluish bruised knee and wrist. Shortly thereafter he was allowed to go home.

Along the way Rania hugged her father's arm as if seeking refuge. While the driver focuses on driving.

"It turns out you were right." Mumbled

"About?."

"It's very likely that the key to the door was broken by someone willing to do evil."

"But not necessarily he did it anyway."

"There's no evidence of this, sir." Rania squeezed my hand. "Luckily that night I helped Diah at his house. The door's broken home."

I took a long breath.

"Fortunately you were able to defend yourself."

"But I'm so scared sir. What if he dies?."

"Don't worry Ran, you're a victim." This time it was the hero who answered.

"Remember the case of the businessman who shot dead the robber who patronized his house and nearly raped his son at that time?." Reciprocity.

"But he also almost bled to death if not immediately helped."

"What difference? Your position is more or less the same as her. You or he will die if help doesn't come soon."

Rania recalled the events that had become a trending topic for several weeks almost two years ago. When a businessman's house is visited by a herd of robbers. Entrepreneurs are finally free. Either because he hired a reliable lawyer or because the law really sided with him.

"Do we also need to hire a lawyer?."

"I don't think so. If needed, we can hire one or two people. I know one of them." The hero answered lightly.

"The cost must be expensive mas, cook we also have to lose a lot of money as well?." The soul is stingy because too long to live independently makes Rania think many times to hire a lawyer. Especially two.

"Don't think about it now. Let's just pray that the person will soon be aware and can make a statement."

"True nduk, don't think about the no."

From the rearview mirror Wira saw Rania grimacing when she accidentally moved her sprained hand. Her blue wrist was already swollen.

"Your hands should be in Ran's order."

"It hurts a lot, it should have been sorted out right away." Rania muttered not knowing who to blame.

"We'd better go to the masseur first." Father said, then continued. "Have you eaten?."

"Here, it was brought by her brother Diah."

"The father who has not eaten from morning. I didn't want to eat so tense." Hero interrupted.

Rania looked at her father sadly. Father's love is never shown, but that does not mean there is no. The proof is that he can't even swallow food once he knows his son is in trouble.

"Rania, yes sir. Sorry." Rania's eyes are glazed.

"Seeing you're fine now you're just hungry." Laugh at the end of his sentence.

"Then we eat first." The hero turned his car towards the buffet restaurant on the edge of Japan.

"Eating here is like eating grandma's cooking at home." Rania muttered, but the two people beside her heard it clearly.

"You come here often?." Wira looked towards Rania in the back seat.

At first glance there is a sense of sadness sneaking. Because lazy to meet his parents Rania so reluctant to go home. As much as possible to withstand the longing of his grandmother for months.

After this, do I still have a chance to meet Grandma?.

...****...

All the way home after looking for a masseuse they fell silent again. Vehicles are crowded because it is almost dark and it looks like it will rain. The streets are full of people walking home from work or school. The wind blew louder than usual, blowing away dust and some plastic waste that people threw away haphazardly.

The distance of the massage practice place with Rania boarding house is indeed quite far. They got the address after several times looking for the address of the nearest masseuse on the internet. Fortunately there was a special masseuse sprained a few kilometers from the restaurant earlier even though the direction is opposite to the direction of the house.

After passing several red-lighted crossroads the car they drove up in front of the alley of Rania boarding house. The three walked into the alley after Wira parked her car on the empty land by the roadside.

Rania rushed to take a shower as soon as she got home. But the first problem begins. His swollen and bandaged hands made it a little difficult to take off his clothes. Several times he forced off his own clothes, but failed because his one hand really could not help. Shit, he should have worn a front buttoned shirt instead of a blouse with resliting in the back. Mungking Diah also did not think with his sprained hand when he helped her dress earlier. Frustrated, she came out of the bathroom looking for help.

His eyes are looking for Dad. But quiet, there was no sound in the house.

"Sir, Father." Rania started calling, but there was no answer. Confusion doesn't know where the two of them are sitting in the kitchen chair, just as the Wira came out of the room. The black carp was still perched on his head.

"What's the matter Ran?."

"Where is my father?."

"To mosque. He said prayers here are narrow."

"What's up?."

Rania is confused to convey the difficulty of removing her clothes. Wira may not think he is pretending to be noticed. Be ashamed.

"Wait on you."

"The father said that all of you would pray Isha' there. Especially this Friday night, usually the old man in the mosque."

Waduh, could-can not take a shower if waiting for the father to come home.

Rania fell silent. Don't know what to say.

"You need help?. Just say it."

"I can't take a shower. That means you can't take your shirt off." Rania bit her lower lip as soon as her sentence was finished.

"Oooh, here I help."

Unknowingly Rania pulled her head back. Hero laughs.

"Why indeed?. Just taking off your shirt, right?."

Yeah, just take off my shirt. The thing is, how can you help me take my shirt off. We started talking, it doesn't mean I can live the household as soon as possible.

"But.."

"Don't be ashamed, I won't look."

"How?."

"You can get a cloth, close my eyes." Again the laughter sounded. "Come Ran, I'm serious."

Didn't think twice Rania took the lap in the closet. Tell Wira to close her eyes with the cloth while holding a smile. The hero looked surprised, but accepted the washcloth and tied it to his own head.

"Lucky the cloth is clean." Rania laughed hearing Wira grumbling softly.

Wira helps Rania remove her blouse carefully. From opening the back resliting, releasing it from the head and then next to his hand. Remaining part of the hand bandaged, Rania removed it herself carefully.

"Don't open the lid before I go in the bathroom." Rania walked towards the bathroom with her blouse draped over her shoulder. Her chest was covered in a black bra.

"okay." A smile appears on the lips of the hero.

You have to be patient with it.