WASTED VILLAGE FLOWERS
03
' long time both here, can be crazy I hold it' Eko's inner
"I go out first to coffee, you rest to heal quickly" said Eko
just a nod of the head as an eco-answer.
when she entered the treatment room, she saw desi who had gone to sleep because of the influence of the drugs she was taking after dinner.
eko sat on the sofa of the treatment room, checking some emails sent by her assistant. The night was quieter, her eyes were fixed on the sleeping desi. That was when her passion grew, and so on, his cassanova soul roared in need of an outlet. Finally, he did the wrong thing.Take the crown of the girl who will soon graduate as an upper middle class.
the next morning, desi felt a terrible pain in the area k****.it should be this morning after breakfast, desi can go home because the doctor has allowed it.
chequeleked
the door opens, a man appears" who helps him! the man" who destroyed him for taking the precious thing in his life.
"drink this" throw a plastic pack containing a pregnancy-delaying drug
"what did you do to me?" ask desi
,"what?" answer with a flat face
"i only ask for a reward because my precious time is wasted here.just think of it in exchange for hospital costs" replied Eko
" you are outrageous" said Desi sobbing
"go"
"you've been taken home, I've taken care of the hospital fees"
"i have to leave now because there's an important meeting."
" you think I'm a cheap girl!!!"
" who mortgaged his kasucian only for the cost of sick rimah" the sarcasm of desi
"you are cheap"
"there's nothing else you're proud of, so don't be so dazed" said Eko then walked outside and closed the door.
Desi cried while squeezing the blanket she was wearing, spilling all the tightness of the chest," what should I do! how'this?? Father and mother must have been together with me".he muttered in a sobbing
armed with the money, not using an ATM for fear of being detected by his parents.walking and continue to walk aimlessly down a crowded street, but his eyes and heart are empty, his mind went nowhere. like only a body without a soul controls it.
until his feet were tired and sitting on the side of the road, uninvited tears always poured down his smooth cheeks.
until a mother approached him, "what's up, son?" asked Narsih's mother while holding desi's right shoulder
desi only looked at the narsih bu at a glance, then looked down again because he felt himself humiliated.
" let's go with mom" take mom narsih
" it is not good to cry on the street" the narsih-mom guided the hand of the desi who followed him
arriving at the house of a very simple narsih bu, desi sat a worn-out sofa in the living room.
" just one second, I'll get you a drink first..."
only answered nods by Desi
not long after, the desi bu brought warm tea and biscuits in a small jar.
" drink, to replenish your energy" said bu Narsih while thrusting a glass into Desi's mouth, desi drank even if only a few sips.
"what's your name, son?" ask bu narsih
"Desi" desi replied
" what is your home address?"ask narsih again
desi was silent
"what's your parents' name" asked Narsih again
desi remained silent, her tears returning without excuse.
finally the narsih ma'am did not ask anymore.and ordered desi to clean themselves in the bathroom. while the narsih bu to the kitchen to cook.
Desi wears a house shirt owned by bu Narsih because it does not carry clothes, even so it still looks beautiful.
" masyaAllah.kamu very beautiful son, even if only wearing a mother's negligence" accompanied by piety to entertain desi even though desi is beautiful.
