The Exchanged Princess

life of Nisa

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**"Well, dad... Right here, Dad. Where are you going? Don't leave the grandpa alone. Well yeah..."**

His sister fell and immediately sat down from her sleep. He tried to regulate his breath. Rubbing his cold sweaty forehead, the man turned to his sleeping wife, then rubbed his face rough.

"Then the dream." Mumbled.

Yeah, the same dream he's been having these past few months. Dreams that make him unable to fall asleep and start feeling restless.

Adisurya stared doubtfully at his phone lying on the nightstand. But then, he grabbed it and contacted someone.

📱 "....."

📱 "Find out about the boy. Soon," said Adisurya.

For a moment he pensively. Think of something he wants to hear immediately. Before long a rough breath was thrown away, then looked down very deeply.

"I'm sorry, son." Mumbled.

Adisurya returned to self-deprecate. Trying to reach a calmness among the turmoil he is currently feeling.

***

Meanwhile, somewhere else...

The cool night breeze calms the soul. The scattered stars add to the beautiful charm of a pitch-black night.

From behind the glass window Nisa stared at the charm of the night while tightly gripping her knees. Sometimes he turned to his mother who was lying weakly wrapped in a makeshift blanket.

"Yes Robb, what should Nisa do? Only You are Most Helper, grant Mother healing! Nisa please..." His mind was clear along with the tip of his eyes that were shedding tears.

It's been a long time since Ms. Asih complained of pain. He forced himself to work in the neighboring garden. The wages he received were just enough to eat and the cost of Nisa going to school. This week Bu Asih really gave up, he could no longer wake up from his sleep. And during this week they ate from the neighbor's gifts.

Uhhukis... Uhhukis...

Nisa quickly went to get a drink for her mother.

"This, Ma. Drink first" said Nisa.

"You haven't slept, son?" asked Bu Asih who had sat down and drank the water offered by his daughter.

"Not yet, Mom."

"Sleep, Nis. You have to go to school tomorrow. Don't wake up and make Yuli wait. Not good for Mr. Indra." His word.

"Tomorrow we'll go to Puskesmas again, ma'am. Nisa's not going to school. So that Mother will accompany," said Annisa while looking at her mother's lethargic face.

Bu Asih shook his head slowly.

"Mom can be escorted Bi Titin, you have to go to school... Mumpung there is a delivery," said Bu Asih with a weak voice.

Nisa will not accept her mother's request. Some days, he joined the bell with the motorbike of Mr. Indra, Yuli's father.

Asih stared softly at the face of Nisa who was already asleep. He begins to worry about Nisa's life if the worst is likely to happen to her. What will be the fate of his daughter. Not supposed to be at a young age, Annisa felt this bitter life.

"It's too bad for your fate, son. Forgive me for not being able to give you a decent life. I'm really sorry, Nis. May the Gusti of God open the door of your heart and take you away from this poverty. So that you can live as you should." He said while holding back the stuffing.

***

The birdsong teased Nisa's sleep this morning. The girl was stunned to see the sunlight was shining brightly behind the window curtain of her house. When he saw the clock on the wall, he was more surprised because the time had shown six o'clock more.

Nisa rushed to the bathroom and only had time to wash her face, because she did not have time to draw water. And the time he has is not possible to draw.

"How's this? I haven't cooked water to drink mother." Mumbled slowly.

Nisa looked at her mother who was still lying down. He took a closed cup that his mother used to use. Nisa runs into a neighbor's house, intending to ask for hot water to warm the mother's drink.

"Today are you bad luck, Nis? It's just fitting that Bibi hasn't seen you draw water" said Bi Titin, a neighbor of Nisa.

"Yes, Bi. Nisa had a hard time sleeping last night. Thank you, Bi. Nisa wants to get ready to go to school."

"Wait, Nis! Here, take it for your mother's breakfast. You should have breakfast too. If money, Bibi can not give," said Bi Titin while thrusting a bowl of boiled cassava that has been sprinkled with coconut grater.

"Thank you, Bi. Jazakallah, only God can repay Bibi's kindness all this time. Sorry, Nisa's always a hassle." Say it with your head down.

"What are you talking about, Nis? Been there ready! You're with Yuli, aren't you going?"

"Yes, Bi. Nisa go home first. Later the mother nitip," said Annisa who answered a nod by Bi Titin.

Bi Titin stared softly at Nisa's back. He really felt sorry for the line of life that the girl went through with Asih, her mother.

Annisa and her mother live in a very simple house. There was only one room that was no more than twenty square meters in area with a small bathroom and a well beside it.

There is only one medium-sized bed with a floor mattress as the base. A cupboard was on one side of the room. The rest, there was nothing but potluck utensils and also the fireplaces they used to use.

Upon arriving home, Annisa approached her mother. He gently rubbed the back of the old woman who was lying weak.

"Mom, I'm sorry Nisa woke up late. Mommy going to the bathroom? Drink the warm water first, ma'am. It also has boiled cassava from Auntie. Breakfast, Mom." His word.

Silent, there was no reply from Bu Asih. The woman was still with her sleeping position turned her back on Annisa.

"Mom, Mommy... Mommy's still asleep?" Nisa tried to look at her mother's face. I don't know why suddenly he felt today his mother's attitude was not as usual.

Annisa grabbed her mother's hand. He nodded when he felt the hand was very cold. Nisa's stiffened face now paled. Time and time again he confirmed his mother's body temperature.

"Why is it so cold? It's impossible for me to..." Mumbled. Annisa also tried to wake her mother by shaking her shoulder slowly.

"Mom, Mommy. Awake, Mother! Mommy should have breakfast. I have to see Nisa go to school. Awake, Mother! Don't leave Nisa alone. Nisa please... Awake, Mother. Hicks, hicks..."

Annisa sobbed as she buried her face in her mother's chest. Feeling how claustrophobic his chest was at this moment. There was no way the mother who loved him so much left so quickly.

"No, Ma. Don't leave Nisa. Nisa doesn't want to be alone... Mom, wake. Nisa please..." His echoing cry sounded heartbreaking.

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