What is my fault, sir?

What is my fault, sir?

Neng did not leave the room because of the threat from Al. Though Neng thought he was still asleep because he did not move inside his thick blanket. Even he has not worn a thread on his body because the clothes are still in their original position, which is beside the pillow.

Neng walked to the sofa and intended to sit there, but his hands were pulled by Al and he fell into the blanket and could barely breathe because he was held tightly. "You want to leave me like that, like her?" al said while tasting Neng's fragrant throat bath soap aroma therapy that had just been used.

Neng's heart ached because many times Neng did not understand what and who was meant by Al's speech. Neng only closed his mouth so that his mouth did not say a word that would offend or wake the tiger who was still in a half-drunk state.

"With me a little more sleep, I still miss you!" said Al again tightened his embrace on Neng's pingang.

It had been an hour Neng in Al's arms, unable to move and unable to close her eyes. Every time he wanted to move his hand from the ping, Al again tightened his embrace.

But over time Neng finally fell asleep until one noon. He opened his eyes slowly but the person who was holding him from earlier was no longer beside him. Even Neng wished he had left without saying goodbye like he always did.

Neng got up and wanted to get out of bed. Seeing the sofa no one was sitting there, and listening to the splashing sound of water in the bathroom was also not there. Neng felt relieved and exhaled a long breath.

"Neng, I want chicken opor like yesterday, don't cook kale, enough rice, chicken opor, sambal and crackers!" the word Al came from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Neng gasped in surprise it turned out that the Banana Tree had not returned its fire in the heart. "Do you want to wait for Master, I'll cook first?"

"Did you cook yesterday's chicken opor?"

"Yes sir, I'm the cook."

"Well, I'll wait, but remember you don't have to have unnecessary conversations with them if you don't have to, you understand!"

Neng simply nodded, muttering inwardly. "I've only been talking to a banana tree for more than five minutes."

Arriving at the kitchen Neng saw Aunt Minah pacing around like an iron. Because considering Neng had not eaten from yesterday afternoon until now it was noon again not to leave the room. While Aunt Minah did not dare to knock on the door if her master was in her room.

"Auntie, what's up, why pacing around like an iron?" ask Neng worriedly.

"Miss, why did you just come out, are you not hungry, O God why is your elbow bruised like this?" asked Aunt Minah worried about checking on Neng.

"I'm not hungry Bi, don't worry it's just hit the glass table, Mr. Al asked for chicken opor like yesterday, I want to cook first."

"All right, miss, let me help you."

Not up to an hour of chicken opor order requested Al is ripe. With a tray Neng brought a menu of her husband's request sirin carefully.

Al's eyes seemed sparkling to see a bowl of chicken opor and a plate of rice in front of him. Al immediately devoured it without saying a word even offering to invite them to eat together. Neng just stood up while swallowing his saliva.

Not until half an hour of Al food is exhausted is not left. He simply pushed the plates and bowls off the table, and grabbed his leptop. Started to concentrate on her leptop, without saying thank you, without praising the taste of Neng's cooking.

"Good sir."

Neng went down the stairs quickly to make coffee, even though his intention was to go out and eat because from yesterday afternoon he had not had time to eat. Neng made coffee quickly, regardless of Aunt Minah who was worried about Neng because she had not eaten at all.

"Miss, eat a little, don't you feel hungry?"

"Later Auntie, after I give you this coffee, I'll eat."

Neng returned to the room with hot coffee, but when he had just arrived in front of him and wanted to put the coffee on the table. Al shouted and slammed the leptop he was holding even accidentally hit Neng's hand.

"Aaaarrrgggh, breng sek, breng sek!" al shouted while standing up and throwing a leptop.

"Ssttt, my hands are so hot" Neng said as she shook her hands against the hot coffee.

Al's eyes seemed to be reddened from holding back anger. Neng had no idea what was happening and what made Al so angry and could not control his emotions. He tried to get back to his room as soon as possible after he finished making coffee.

Not even satisfied slam leptop then Al kicked the table to the feet in the shin of Neng. "Aaarrrgg, breng with you Sinta!" Back Al yelling.

"Aaagh, shhh my feet, O Allah, my Lord, what is my fault, sir?" Neng sat down to rub his bruised shins because accidentally Neng was hit by the edge of the table glass.

Even the empty coffee cup also became the target of Al's anger in throwing up the corner of the room and breaking into pieces. Neng could only shift while rubbing his shin using his right hand. Because his left hand had started to blister from his wrist to between his fingers.

Al returns to look for a target to vent his intense anger. She finally punched the glass of the dressing table while Neng sat down under her.

"Aarrrggh, Cring, man!"

"Belgium ... Sir, my goodness, what's my fault, sir, forgive me, hysterical hyx!" shards of glass and fresh blood from Al's hands mixed over Neng's body, Neng could only protect himself with both hands, so there were blood stains and broken glass stuck on his arms and shoulders.

Al had just realized there was Neng under the dresser with his head down and crying and continued to say, Forgive Mister, what's my fault Mister while drowning his face between his knees. Afraid of harming Neng even more, Al yelled to Aunt Minah and the security. "Aunt Minah, Jun, Tono come quickly!"

Because Al's thunderous voice could not be distinguished between anger and worry. Neng grew increasingly frightened and his body became cold and shivered in fear.

"Although Master, what is my fault, Lord, what is my fault, Lord!" neng was crying and scared.

"Minah, come quickly!"

Al was screaming with all his might. As Al approached wanting to help Neng but she shifted away from Al even Neng did not care about her occupying the broken glass.

"Zinc, Neng....!" paggil Al with a low tone of voice, but Neng immediately drooped faintly holding back the fear and pain simultaneously.