Trapped by the Love of Leaning
"Eemm sir, may I... ?"
In the morning, the two human children were still at home wrapped in blankets.
The rain is still continuing, Jason has decided not to go to school, for him at most soon there will be an announcement that the school will be released for a while.
Last night he had seen so much road access shut down, knee-deep flooding inundated parts of the road, going back to sleep might have been better.
"Papa wake up, let's go sports" invited Misca who was suddenly in their midst.
"Yes later yaa, Papa to the bathroom first" although heavy but Jason still rise and obey the request of the child, he continued. Then he walked to the bathroom.
"For baby sister" Misca said to Jacob who was still at home in the baby box beside the bed.
"For Misca's sister, hemm brother already perfumed already shower yaa" said Shirleen.
"Yes dong, baby sister hasn't had a bath yet"
"Hemmm know aja brother huh" said Shirleen pampering the eldest child.
"Come, what sport do you want ?" jason asked Misca as he got out of the bathroom.
"Papa, what kind of sport are we doing ?"
"I don't know, it's still raining outside" Jason said again.
"Hmmm"
"We play ping pong, let's teach you how to ?" take Jason.
"Mauuu"
Then Jason and Misca headed to the sports room in which there was also a ping pong table.
"What is ping pong ?" ask Misca, so it turns out he just wanted to.
"Pingpong is table tennis, first time papa in elementary school papa often play this sport, later papa will teach his main brother"
"Asyiikkk" girang Misca.
While in a densely populated housing complex.
"Duh Sri, the water is getting up this is just a foot" said Bu Halima, their housing complex unfortunately must be one of the areas affected by flooding.
Sri is still holding Fahira, beside her there is Bu Halima, while Pak Safar and Dareen clean the water that began to enter their homes.
Dareen is still hostile to Sri, he has not secured a contract for Sri tinggali, and worse now he must see Sri not help him improve the house because there is a baby who is always carried by the woman. Well women because he does not know that Sri is actually still a girl.
He was forced to do his job, Mr. Safar who saw it could only shake his head to see the behavior of his son.
"Dareen work is right, you see this, you even make wet sampe to these walls" said Mr. Safar.
"Yes Sir"
After two hours, all of that was finally resolved, their house was clean again without any standing water.
Fahira was sleeping at this time, suddenly when Dareen passed in front of the guest room used by Sri, he saw Sri who was pensive as if staring far away somewhere.
At first glance he looked at the face, Sri was not too beautiful, but her face was pure white, her hair was always covered by a long hijab, even with her clothes that she wore were always loose, and her hair was always covered with a long hijab, if Sri had no children, Sri might have been one of the women who entered the criteria.
But no he again disconnected the view, it was an eye adultery, besides the mind of Dareen the child was Sri, meaning that what wrapped the woman was nothing more than a mere mask.
Sri is still not aware of Dareen's presence in front of her room, she misses her parents so much at this time.
His intention to make his parents happy should he postpone it first, maybe even now his parents are worried about thinking about him who is here, considering that Indonesia certainly knows that the capital is being flooded at various points at this time.
He did not have a mobile phone, as he was waiting for a work contract at that time unfortunately for a long time made him have to run out of the money he brought from his village, it was obviously depleted since the number was no more than five hundred thousand.
Therefore, he had to sell his only property to survive before finally a week later he received an employment contract.
Then now how can he call his parents while his parents in the village do not have a cell phone, at that time he promised to always tell his parents through the number Dwi neighbor, Dwi neighbor, but it is a pity that he did not record Dwi number before selling his phone at that time.
Now he can only withstand this longing, longing and guilt have left his parents in the village and chose to wander.
The tributary still had to flow, Sri felt tight in her chest, it seemed very heavy away from parents with trials that persist like this.
Suddenly he came up with an idea so he could contact his parents, an idea he had never imagined from yesterday.
He then broke his daydream, and immediately his eyes met with the eyes of Dareen who was also looking at him before finally the view was cut off because both of the same were aware.
Sri thought since when Dareen was in front of her room.
He moved closer to Dareen.
"Mr Dareen, there is something I can help" asked Sri, although always upset by Dareen but he can still accept freely, let it go, just let it go, maybe this is the fate of people who just hitchhiked like him.
"Nothing, why do I deketin" snapped Dareen.
"Sorry Mr. Dareen, if Mr. Dareen doesn't need help, but may I ask for your help ?" ask Sri carefully.
"Help ? from me ?" wonder Dareen, why Sri asked for help from him, had the courage also Sri thought.
"Yes, sir, just this once, I really need the help of the master" said Sri Mengiba, making Dareen not bear and finally collapsed as well.
"What help is it ? And what's in it for me if you want to help me ?" ask Dareen sly.
"Eemm it is up to you, want to tell me to work or whatever I will obey" said Sri, he really needs Dareen's help at this time.
"really ? If I wanted something from you, would you not love me ?" tanya Dareen grinned.
Sri shuddered in horror, but how else, only with the help of Dareen maybe he could contact his family again.
"Yes, sir, if I am able, I certainly love you anything in return" Pasrah Sri.
"Judah, what the fuck ?" ask Dareen again.
"I mean Mr ?"
"Well, what can I do to help you ?" said Dareen, he was also impatient to hear what help Sri would ask of him.
"Eeemm sir, may I..."
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