Wound Bidder

Morning drama

The morning drama that often happens, is now repeated. Mama and Papa were already sitting at the dining table, busy with their respective activities. Not caring about Dilla who felt foreign.

No greeting, without even glancing. Dilla, the girl who was now wearing a light brown robe with black pashmina covering her chest sighed, slicing.

The almost 22-year-old girl swallowed her hard-earned breakfast. Withstand tears from spilling. Quickly he took a glass of water, drink it to push the food until it passes into the throat.

"I'm saying goodbye! Assalamu'alaikum." When you want to reach your hand, only the flick of the hand is obtained, let alone Papa who does not consider his presence. Dilla looked down, getting sad. Why should he have parents like them?

"*It's okay, Dilla, it's not the first time*."

Fadilla Kanzia has often experienced something like this. Ignored by parents, never considered. Although he was considered only to give wounds on his body, not even rarely in the heart.

The morning was quite bright, fragrant dew smelled. Dilla, with a clouded heart out of the house. Smiling mentari comforts the air, but not able to make the lips are interested even a little.

Foot covered in simple white shoes traces the courtyard of a building called a house, past the fence.

As usual, Dilla waited for the angkot to pass in front of the high fence of her house. Even though Mama forbade, she didn't care. What is wrong with using public transport?

A few minutes the girl waited, the waiting vehicle passed by. He waved his right hand. Get into the car after the vehicle stops. The backpack hanging on his tiny back he moved it forward just in case an unwanted incident happened.

Halfway through campus, a man in a neat suit stopped the cargo that Dilla was riding. Sit by his side. The man threw a smile. Dilla smiled as she looked away. Although the smile was not for her, it was able to comfort her heart.

Will Dilla remember that face well. The sweet-faced man with thick eyebrows curled neatly over the netra. A slightly tapered cheek, ripe brown skin, and height that he estimated about 170 and above. Twenty feet higher than him.

The girl looked at the unwell questioner driver. "Sir? Mmm can you pay tomorrow, sir?" tanyanya hesitated.

Of course the driver snorted, annoyed. "Where the hell, Ma'am! Pay-time's tomorrow," he said.

"Sir, let me pay!" The old man's nagging came to a halt as the young man behind him thrust out ten thousand dollars. Dilla who did not feel good immediately said," Later I change the money yes, Brother."

The sweet man glanced at him who was outside of the angkot. "No need! I'm a rich man."

"Well!" Dilla was surprised to hear it. His mouth was open in disbelief at hearing the words. While angkot moves give distance. He could have ignored that man earlier. Now that admiration must be swallowed raw. *Amit-amit*.

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"Morning, Dilla ..."

Aryo greeted him with a wide grin as he was in the hallway of the campus. The young man was trailing in the back. Makes Dilla uncomfortable to be noticed by many people. Especially college students.

As he said, Aryo is indeed popular on this campus. Not only is the face attractive, but it is also active in various organizations.

"Don't follow, will you?" Dilla stopped the step, turned the body.

"Who is following?" Aryo. "Ih Ge er." The young man's steps far away. While Dilla was only able to sigh before walking towards her class.