The Stupid Shaft

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN

A classic-style building stands firmly in the middle of the city center which is functioned as a means of education for high-class children in this city.

Deta had just parked her car and removed the seatbelt that protected her. "Dania just wait here, yeah!" pinta Deta's.

Dania just nodded without turning away from her phone. "Help ...."

'Based on the children of today.' Deta's murmur in the heart, then got out of the car and a little ran into the building.

BUGS...

Something just hit Deta's car. Dania who is busy playing mobile phones also finally have to be disturbed.

"What's that sound?" muttered Dania, she chose to peek out from the rearview mirror that was on the side of the car.

Dania's body trembled, she could only silence her mouth so as not to make a sound that could attract the attention of the person behind the Deta car.

A woman has just been tortured and harassed by a man. That woman can't even fight anymore. Dania who had just turned eleven could only helplessly watch such a terrible thing happen before her.

She wanted to scream, but her mouth was locked. He could only close his eyes and only dared to open his eyes when he heard the footsteps of someone who was away.

"What am I supposed to do? Should I call my sister?" muttered Dania, her hands still trembling. He can't even hold his phone.

In the midst of Dania's anxiety, suddenly there was the sound of sobs from someone. Doubtful Dania opened the car door and saw the poor woman was crying while leaning on the car Deta.

"Oh, God (yes, God). Are you ok, Madam (you okay, Madam)?" asked Dania who approached the woman.

The poor woman nodded, her face was covered in bruises and her clothes were already a mess. Dania looked at the woman's face, she felt like she had met him.

"Where're you came from, Madam (Where are you from, Madam)?" asked Dania again, she was sure the poor woman was not from this country when she saw her face.

"Country xx." answered the woman softly. He continued to hug his knees, his entire body trembling.

"Gosh, that's my home country, too. What happened to you, madam? Why did you get to be like this? Who's the guy who did all this to you?" Dania flocked the woman with her question.

The heavy life experienced by Dania and Deta in foreign countries, makes Dania more mature and sensitive to the circumstances that occur around her. Sometimes, it was quite troublesome for Deta when she wanted to lie to Dania.

"Mistress?" Dania touched the poor woman's hand. Which makes the woman raise her gaze and see the beautiful and shady face of Dania who has been seen even though she is still young.

There was a warm feeling that enveloped the woman's heart. He kept looking at Dania's face until the girl misbehaved and finally chose to take her eyes off.

"The man is my husband. He always behaved like that to me without knowing the place and situation." said the woman. His sight was empty, like he already had no reason to live.

"Why would you marry such a cruel man? Why don't you fight back? Ah, how furious I heard it." Dania said, she did not realize that the woman kept staring at her face.

"Maybe this is a recompense for my past actions." One tear escaped from the poor woman's eyes.

For some reason, it felt like Dania could not bear to leave the woman alone. Especially imagining the woman going back to her abusive husband's house. It made him feel an incredible fear.

"Mrs, how about you come with me. I'm sure my sister won't mind." Dania told the woman.

The woman kept looking into Dania's eyes, looking for the sincerity she needed since her world was destroyed and those who loved her went away.

"Come, Madam!" persuade Dania again, her hand was already grasping the woman's hand.

'Right as well.' thought Dania. "All right, ma'am, call me if you need anything."

Dania got back in the car, ripped off a piece of paper and wrote down her mobile number there. He also picked up his jacket left in the car, a jacket he used to wear in winter.

"Here, ma'am," Dania handed over her jacket and mobile number.

"thank you. What's yourname?" ask the woman, after previously seeing the paper given by Dania only reads the phone number without a name.

"Ah, I forgot. My name" Dania's words were cut off when Rayyan suddenly called out to her from the second floor of her school.

"Aunty (auntie)!!!"

***

Deta walked down the long hallway of the school for him. The boisterous sounds of children unpretentiousness filled the ears of Deta at every step.

"Truly childhood is indeed the happiest time." muttered Deta, her beautiful face continues to smile.

"Mrs. Primary (Mrs Primary)!" The voice of someone calling out to Deta from a distance.

Deta turned her head and saw a beautiful woman in pretty sexy clothes walking up to her. "He again." muttered Deta.

"Hallo, Mrs Gunawan." greet Deta with a bland smile that looks very clearly on her face.

"Why are you still talking like that? We are in a foreign country. Act like those women!" Mrs Gunawan pointed to some Caucasian women who were talking in the inner courtyard of the school.

"I'm not a bule, Mrs Gunawan. After all, only my body moved and lived here, not my heart." Sarge Deta, he himself was quite surprised by what he said.

Is his heart still there? Is that why he always felt foreign to be in this country?

"But your husband has been very successful here. Aren't you guys gonna stay here forever?" madam Gunawan asked, her eyes exuding excessive curiosity.

'Surely he needs material to gossip.' Deta's inner. "Sorry, Mrs Gunawan. I'm in a hurry to pick up Rayyan." Deta reasoned. It felt like he wanted to get away from the big-mouthed woman immediately.

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Primary!" Deta's hand was held by Miss Gunawan.

And so it ended, Deta had to listen to Madam Gunawan for almost half an hour until she felt annoyed and decided to leave Madam Gunawan who was still busy showing off the bag she had just bought.

'I have more than that, Madam. But I'm not as tacky as you are.' Deta grunts inwardly as she steps away from Madame Gunawan and heads to Rayyan's class.

Once there, the class broke up. Deta was busy looking for Rayyan's figure in the crowd of children who were rushing out.

Until finally Deta can find the figure of Rayyan when she heard the boy screaming from the window. "Yes!!!"

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