The Tragedy of the Night

2.Cry of sadness

A person awakens from his deep sleep, he rubs his eyelids to adjust to the sunlight that goes in through the holes in the walls of the house that has been consumed by age.

With his remaining energy he raised his right hand while rubbing his two tired eyeballs, he was just able to fall asleep last night at 3:00 AM local time, as a result of their struggle which has now become the history of the woman's life.

Nisa massaged her great spinning head, then she opened her two eyes perfectly. How surprised the woman was when she realized that she was asleep in the arms of a man.

Suddenly Nisa immediately released a burly arm that hugged her. Then the woman changed the position of her bed to sit. He looked at his body that was not covered by a thread. Then pull the blanket up to the chest to cover the innocent body of the woman.

He glanced at the man who had snatched away his future that was as innocent as him. A set of precious tears fell from the woman's two Hazel Nut eyeballs as her memory began to come together and she remembered the events of last night that had befallen her. How rude and passionate the man was when he did something that was not commendable to him.

Nisa wraps the blanket to her innocent body and while rising from the bed that is no less reot than other tools. He got out of bed slowly even though the pain in the shell was very pronounced, but he did not care. The woman picked up one by one the clothes scattered on the floor and walked towards the other room to wear the clothes that had been torn by the man.

He no longer cares about his messy state and shapeless uniform anymore. What is on the girl's mind is to go home and neutralize her plump feelings, but she no longer wants to look at the face of Arsen who has dropped her pride as a woman.

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"Assalamallaikum maa!!" Shouted Nisa in front of the main door.

"Wallaikumsallam, beware yes," replied the mother from inside the house.

Before long the door was opened and featured the Mama Aisyah who was neatly dressed with a dress of gamis and hijab syari that covered the white hair of the mother.

Mama Aisyah's eyes immediately widened to see her favorite child who had returned home with a state of concern, she quickly hugged her child who had not been crying since when.

Nisa was crying in the arms of her mother. He poured out all the turmoil of his heart and the feeling of pain in the arms of the mother who felt comfortable to lift his heart.

Without guessing Aisyah already knew about what had happened to the child by just looking at Nisa's messy appearance, he returned the woman's embrace and rubbed Nisa's back gently to calm this child who was crying hysterically.

Seeing the child like this made Aisyah also shed tears. He can also feel what the child has felt, Aisyah knows what it feels like to lose something valuable from within a woman.

They went inside the house and sat on the living room sofa. Nisa is better than ever. He wiped his spilled tears and looked at the mother before starting the conversation. It was the smiles and nods from her mother that strengthened Nisa's heart to tell her everything.

Nisa told me everything she experienced last night, from her fucking bike that broke the chain to the one that woke up without wearing a single piece of clothing. The woman only tells the parts that are not extreme.

"What's his name, son?" Ask the mother while rubbing Nisa's back.

"Arsen ma," lirih Nisa sobbed back.

"Please, God will not test a person beyond the limits of his servant's ability. God tests you with it, for God knows that your heart is strong enough to face all these realities" the mother advised.

Nisa immediately hugged the mama who had become her hero from childhood, "thank you ma. Ma! please keep this a secret from Papa and the others."

"Yes dear. Surely mama lakanin it, there's no way Mama told this to your Papa. What's gonna be high blood rising, how's it gonna spurt out of the head? It's a danger."

"Ih mama what the hell," a subtle laugh accompanied Nisa saying the sentence.

"Well, that's my dear dong. It's sweet to laugh, not rich, but his face is sour rich angel doorman hell. But you didn't go to school today?" Asked the mama while stroking Nisa's head tenderly.

"No ma, Nisa's not ready for school yet, let alone looking at Arsen's face."

"Whatever you are, baby. The important thing is that you are happy" said the mother.

'Thank God you have sent my angel to cool my heart. I Love You ma'am.'

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TB

Message: This part I made with great feeling. Do not scold the child if he is in trouble. Entertain them with jokes so that for a moment our children can forget the problem. This part was made because I always felt depressed by all the words of my parents who always hurt me. I want to make the figure of a mother I want.