A Thousand Flowers
Chapters 15. Shocked

The clock indicates two o'clock in the morning. The streets seem empty. The car that Abbas was driving drove at high speed. It took about two hours from Ki Daud's house to get to the Dimas family mansion.

Izzah fell asleep in the back seat. Dimas endured the sleepiness of sitting next to Abbas. Abbas tuned the murottal to break the silence of the night. He deliberately turned on the murottal with a low volume so as not to disturb Izzah's sleep.

Occasionally, a light conversation between Abbas and Dimas was heard between the chants of a verse read by Sheikh Abdurrahman As Sudais. Eventually, Dimas fell asleep because he could not resist sleepiness.

“Dim ... wake up, Dim!” Abbas shook Dimas' body with his left hand. His right hand holds the wheel.

Dimas seemed to dream and opened his eyes lazily.

“What the hell is it, Bas? Already arrived yes?” asked Dimas in a still sleepy tone.

“Not ... not that ..” replied Abbas as he glanced at the rearview mirror.

“Keep why?” Dimas was getting upset because his sleep was disturbed.

“It ... Izzah .. It looks like he's a nightmare,” Abbas replied half-whispering, then turned on the lights.

Dimas saw the rearview mirror. Izzah was restless in his sleep. Sweat drenched his forehead.

Dimas asked Abbas to stop the car. Rushing he moved to the back seat and sat down beside Izzah. Abbas returned to drive the car.

“Ah, if you know this mending earlier I do not have to sit in front,” grumbled Dimas in the heart

For some time, Dimas was confused, not knowing how and what to do. He did not dare to hug the girl to calm her down. He also did not want to wake her because he did not want Izzah to feel embarrassed later.

Dimas decided to remain sitting sweetly beside Izzah while continuing to watch over him.

Izzah was a nightmare. He's getting freaked out. His breath hunts, his sweat is more and more pouring. His left hand gripped the skirt firmly, while his right hand moved wildly like trying to reach something.

Dimas could no longer hold back. He shifted his sitting position to get closer and ventured to grab Izzah's hand. Gently grasped the girl's hand, stroked, and patted her slowly to calm her down.

Izzah continued to scold no matter how he pleased, but Dimas could not hear it clearly. He tried to get his ears closer, but still did not know what Izzah said.

Somehow at first, Dimas' left arm was already coiled around Izzah's shoulder, patting him gently. Izzah's tears wet the Dimas shirt. Dimas' right hand continued to hold Izzah's fingers. He just released his grip and embrace on the shoulder Izzah fifteen minutes later, after the condition Izzah really calm.

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Abbas turned the car he was driving into the gate of a very large mansion and parked the car not far from the main door.

Dimas opened the car door slowly, then left Izzah who was still asleep. He approached Abbas, who was still sitting in the steering wheel, unplugging a flash disk.

“Do not tell me or ask anything about the incident to Izzah if you do not want your salary cut!” dimas whispered in Abbas' ear with a threatening tone.

“Ready, Boss,” reply Abbas slowly

In Abbas's heart he cursed. “Sial! Always threatened to play payroll.”

Dimas walked towards the trunk, taking out his luggage.

Abbas woke Izzah up slowly so as not to surprise him. Izzah rubbed his eyes for a moment, before finally getting out of the car carrying his favorite backpack. Abbas immediately helped Dimas.

Once at the door, they were greeted by a middle-aged man and woman. The man immediately took over the goods that Dimas and Abbas had brought.

“Please take this Miss to her room, Bi!” dimas' orders to the woman.

Dimas had asked her to clean the guest room before leaving Ki Daud's house.

“Good, Young Master.” He looked down respectfully.

“Let's come with me, Miss!” The woman followed Izzah.

Dimas went up to the second floor to his room. Abbas.

“I stayed in your room tonight huh?” pinta Abbas

“Indeed if I forbid you'll be home soon?" dimas replied without looking and just kept walking.

Abbas chuckled and rushed ahead of Dimas. Once inside the room, he immediately threw his body on the soft mattress.

Dimes into the bathroom wash your face and rinse your body to remove the remnants of sweat that sticks. He replaced his wet shirt with pajamas, then poured down next to the snoring Abbas.

In his room, Izzah had just folded his prayer rug after performing the tahajud. Still very sleepy, Izzah crawled up to the bed. Stretch the body. A moment later, he fell asleep again.

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Abbas just finished his bath. Opened Dimas wardrobe, looking for a change of clothes. Many times he chooses and exchanges back until he finds a suitable one.

“Flash disk what is this, Bas?” tanya Dimas showed Abbas a small object he picked up from the bed.

Abbas is still buttoning his shirt. He looked at Dimas. “Oh .. that's what I set last night. I found it in Ki Daud's private garden, under a tree where you used to nangkring.”

Abbas combed his hair, then approached Dimas who was sitting on the side of the bed. Attempting to reclaim the flash disk from Dimas' hands.

Seeing Abbas's mischief, Dimas immediately put the flash disk into his pants pocket.

“I'm sure it's got Izzah. Let me return it,” Dimas said as he stepped out of the room.

“Mana can be so .. I found it,” protested Abbas while chasing Dimas who had gone down to the dining room.

“You cut salary a month?” Dimas asked indifferently

“Sials. Again threatened to cut salary,” maki Abbas in heart. He also had to give up.

Izzah was already sitting at the dinner table with Dimas' parents, Mr and Mrs Prasetyo, when Dimas and Abbas joined themselves.

“So, you sent Ki Daud to replace him?” ask Dimas' father to Izzah.

“Iya, Sir,” replied Izzah politely

“Call me Uncle! Let's be more familiar. Ki Daud's family and ours have been friends for generations. We are like family. So, you can also think of us as such,” explained Father Dimas.

The warm attitude of Dimas' father makes Izzah's longing for the figure of a father he never knew a little treated. In my heart Izzah said, “Dimas is lucky to have a father as good and warm as Mr. Prasetyo.”

“You are still in college or already working?” Dimas' mother asked.

For some reason, since the first time he saw Izzah he had felt interested in the girl. Her eyes are large and round with double eyelids. Thick eyebrows, plump eyelashes, sharp nose and thin lips with a charming smile. The body is proportionate to a height of about 165 cm. Without makeup, Izzah is already naturally beautiful with exotic skin like a Bolywood star.

Coupled with a polite attitude and speech, Izzah really looks perfect in the eyes of Mrs Prasetyo.

“Izzah is still in college, Auntie. Enter fourth year.”

“Oh yes? Take what?”

“Medicine, Aunt.”

Mom Dimas was getting excited. “Where?”

Izzah mentioned the name of the university where he attended. Dimas' parents frowned as if they had never heard the name of the university where Izzah studied. Dimas and Abbas looked at each other.

Izzah stay calm. He knew that Dimas's family would not understand and he could not explain it either. They continued their breakfast in silence.

“What is your full name Izzatun Nisa?” dimas asked suddenly, breaking the silence. The flabbergasted turn of Izzah.

“How can you know?” ask Izzah not to believe it

“Ah .. turned out to be true. We're really lucky Ki Daud sent Izzah here, Pa... Ma .…” Dimas smiled cheerfully looking at his parents.

Izzah stared at Dimas sharply. Upset because the question was not answered, but Dimas did not care.

“Really? Waah ... then we should thank Ki Daud, Pa,” Mrs Prasetyo said provoking her husband

“But ... true also said Izzah, how can you know?” Mrs Prasetyo was curious because Dimas never attended the university Izzah mentioned.

“Confidential dong, Ma.” Dimas smiled with mystery.

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