A Thousand Flowers
Chaptre 49. Nadira's hatred

The heat of the sun was getting stinging, not as hot as Nadira's heart which looked at Izzah with hatred. Anger gurgled clearly from her beautiful face.

Izzah is still flinching. Struggling hard to hold back her tears so as not to decay. The wounds that Nadira had incised made his heart bleed and fester again.

“You still can't remember me?” hardik Nadira with his snob.

“Then let me help you restore your memory. I–”

“A farmer will never forget every kind of pests that pest his crops,” cut Izzah fast. He said in a cold and flat tone. Made Nadira grunt.

“Hama? Who's the pest here? For me you and your mother are hama.”

Izzah clenched his hands holding back emotions. Nadira smiled mockingly.

“Anged? Please!” Nadira. “Indeed so the reality. Your mother moved to my area with her big belly that never knew who her husband was. Do you forget or pretend to forget? How your mother always locked herself in her house.”

Nadira's words sharply slashed the self-esteem of Izzah and his mother.

From the stairs, Shin Seo Hyun who saw the unpleasant situation ran down to approach Izzah and stood stand by a step behind him. He did not want to interfere with the problems of the two women.

After a few seconds, Ihsan and Dimas also lined up to escort Izzah. They understand indignantly hearing Nadira's outrageous humiliation.

Seeing three men on standby to protect Izzah, Nadira was like a beard fire.

“Huh! My mom and son are the same. Falling fruit is never far from the tree.”

THE PLAQUE!

The bucin trio simultaneously hid the expression of pain behind their hands as they unexpectedly landed a slap on Nadira's left cheek. The girl's anger exploded. His right hand was about to fly towards Izzah's cheek.

Izzah swiftly blocked Nadira's wrist before the fingers of the heartless woman touched his face. Izzah's gaze pierced Nadira's eyes.

“You can insult me as you please. You can blame me as you please, but never put my mother down!” sergeant Izzah. “Esteemed woman whose name alone is not worthy to be called by a foul-mouthed man like yourself.” Izzah's hand grew stronger and blocked Nadira.

“What? Honourable? Honored from Hong Kong? Don't dream of a cat! A crow will never turn into a peacock!” nadira snapped while pulling off his wrist from Izzah's check.

Hot-hearted to hear the babbling of the woman in front of him, Shin Seo Hyun spoke up.

“Animal will regard another creature as an animal, while an angel will regard another being as an angel.” Shin Seo Hyun stared intently at Nadira.

“Are you a non-religious person? There is no religion in the world that justifies an insult to another person.  And if you are a Muslim, you should practice the teachings of Your religion which is contained in the Quran letter Al-Hujuraat verse eleven.”

Shin Seo Hyun then read out the meaning of the verse he intended.

“... nor do women make fun of other women (because) it may be that women (who are mocked) are better than women (who make fun of) .…”

Hearing that Nadira's heart was not touched, even more burned.

“This is not the time for Friday sermons, sir. You don't have to meddle as a hero,” sergeant Nadira.

Not far from where Nadira was standing, a middle-aged man had just set foot in the resting courtyard. His head looked up in shock at Nadira's words. As soon as possible he approached Nadira.

“Hah!”

The man could not hide his surprise when he recognized two of the three men who were on standby by the side of the girl Nadira was facing.

“I'm sorry my son, Mr. Shin, Mr. Ihsan,” he said nervously.

“So, this woman is a child, Mr Arif?” ask Ihsan. Didn't expect the Arif sermons to have a girl as young as the woman standing before him.

“Iya, Sir.”

“Please teach your child how to respect others, Mr Arif!” keep Shin Seo Hyun.

“Good, Mr. Shin. I will punish my son's sassness.” Arif did not dare to raise his head to look at the faces of Shin Seo Hyun and Ihsan.

“But, Pa... not the wrong me,” protested Nadira in a spoiled tone.

“Already. Apologize now! Papa told you not to make a fuss!” Arif reprimanded Nadira with a loud tone, making Nadira's eyes wide. Never had his father been that angry.

“I don't want to!” refute Nadira, then rushed away from the place. Arif bent down and rushed after his stubborn daughter.

Izzah doesn't budge. He immediately slid down the path. Mind fucked. The middle-aged man's face seemed familiar to his eyes.

Without saying anything more, Shin Seo Hyun accompanied Izzah's footsteps, followed by Ihsan and Dimas.

Up there, Nadira snapped in annoyance. He could not accept his father defending Izzah more than he did, his own biological son.

GREPS!

Trouble, Arif managed to catch up with his daughter. His wrinkled hand gripped Nadira.

“Let go of my hand, Pa! I hate it, Papa. Papa has humiliated me in front of those despicable people!” nadira snapped, igniting his papa emotions.

“Hina? Do you know who the two men standing next to the girl are?”

“I don't care who they are.”

“They are Mr. Shin Seo Hyun and Mr. Ihsan Prayoga. Finding trouble with them is like committing suicide. You want to make Papa bankrupt?”

Arif really rose blood because of Nadira.

“I don't make a fuss with them, Pa, but with that cute girl named Izzah!” reply Nadira intense.

“Who? The izzah? Your classmate in SD first?”

“Iya. Papa remember that bastard?”

THE PLAQUE!

For the second time Nadira received a slap on her left cheek. However, the pain in his cheek was nothing compared to the pain that scratched his heart. His whole life had never been so angry and slapped him.

“Just Papa doesn't want to know. Pursue Izzah now and apologize! If not, don't call me Papa! You have made Papa ashamed in the presence of Papa's business colleagues!”

Without answering Nadira went down with a shudder step. His hatred for Izzah is mounting.

Nadira remembers how her mother used to do the same. Always praising Izzah and comparing him to Izzah. At that time he was only seven years old. With his excitement he played dolls on the porch of the house accompanied by his mother who was busy knitting.

Under the blazing sun, Izzah passed by in front of his house carrying a lump of old newspaper on his tiny arm. Sweat soaked a thin sweatshirt attached to his deckil body.

“Izzah ... stop by first, Son!” Her mother called out to Izzah gently. Nadira glanced at Izzah. His heart was burning with jealousy.

“Not necessary. Thank you Aunt. Izzah must go home immediately to help Mother,” reject Izzah politely.

“Then, wait a minute!”

Standing at the gate, Izzah looked enviously at Nadira who was engrossed in playing dolls. He didn't have time to play around like that. Every second of his life was a struggle for survival.

“It. Take that! We no longer need it,” said Mama Nadira thrust some used newspaper sheets to Izzah. Izzah's heart is flowering. While Nadira looked at Izzah coldly.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thank you Aunt. Izzah said goodbye first.”

“Sama-sama. Greetings to your bundle yes!”

“Iya, Aunt.”

Izzah walked home, sat in the old newspaper he had just received from Mama Nadira.

Nadira was not happy to see her mother constantly staring at Izzah until the girl disappeared at the turn at the end of the road. Mama Nadira sat back down to continue her knitting.

“Try you see Izzah! Even though he was a child, he was able to make his own money. He is also smart and very polite. Mama would be very proud to have a child like Izzah.”

Feeling her pride hurt, Nadira ran into the house by slamming the door.

BRACKET!

Mama Nadira was shocked. “Why else is the boy? I shouldn't have spoiled her too much,” Mama Nadira regrets.

Standing behind the door, Nadira vented her frustration at the doll she was holding.

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