A TWISTED MIND'S
Chapter 26's

Roughly removing her hand from my collar, I grimaced with the pain as my shoulder hit the bed.

I sobbed without a sound.

Sam stood clenching his hands, he walked to the front of the window, staring far away with his face looking frustrated. Sam rubbed his hair. I don't know what's bothering her mind right now.

I could only look at him through the tail of my eyes, not daring to ask. Let alone just asking, making a sound, it felt like my courage was gone.

For a long time we kept quiet, Sam's position was still not moved. I was the same, still lying in sorrow and lamenting my dreams that seemed to be about to run aground.

My heart did not stop apologizing to my parents. Maybe this is the end of the struggle I just started.

I resigned, I was like a leaf that fell from the tree, swayed by the wind wherever it blew.

No one knows what Sam will do to me after this, whether he will kill me, torture me continuously or if there is a miracle whispering into Sam's heart to soften so that he releases me.

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I woke up when I felt the light coming through the glass walls of the hospital that were quite blinding to the eyes. I blinked my eyes trying to adjust my vision. Apparently I'm asleep. I felt my body feel lighter, the pain in my arms and shoulders was no longer excruciating.

My mind started to connect at the last moment I wasn't asleep. I glanced over at the sofa, I saw Sam sleeping in a sitting position, one arm resting on his forehead.

I thought he was gone. I let out a long sigh, not knowing what other words would come out of his rough mouth later after he woke up.

Scroll clock d wall, it's five o'clock past 10 minutes. I pulled my body so I could sit up well, my legs lowered slowly from the bed. I want to go to the bathroom, time to enter Maghrib. Salat asar itself was already kujamak when praying dhuhur.

It turned out that my arm was still a little sore when I was about to reach for the infusion bottle. Inevitably, I must endure it. Not to mention when walking to the bathroom, the position of one hand still has to be lifted up so as not to make blood enter the infusion hose.

Just three steps into the bathroom, suddenly a hand grabbed the infusion bottle from my hand. I slightly shifted my body when I realized it was the Ocean. Honestly, I was still afraid of being around her, let alone seeing her gaze. His gaze was always like wanting to skin me and hateful.

"If you need help, say it!" Then push my body that has been nailing since.

"A. I can do it myself." Saying slowly.

But it didn't make Sam stop pushing my shoulder with his palm walking into the bathroom.

Sam positioned the infusion bottle on the pole then walked out without saying anything else but soon returned carrying a set of sleeping clothes complete with his underwear, black. My face was hot looking at those clothes. I hope he doesn't see my face change.

Sam's back out. After the door closed, I immediately finished all my needs and finally ablution. Lucky Febby want to budge when I kekeh want to wear a home veil after the dhuhur prayer, otherwise, again the Ocean will see my hair. Since I started puberty, I have never seen my hair or any part of my body other than my face, hands and feet.

Mother Aisyah takes care of me and is quite strict when it comes to matters of dress. Although I still like to wear pants, not a loose skirt and a wide headscarf, but I am already uncomfortable if anyone accidentally sees me without a hijab or even when wearing house clothes.

Tok..

"It's finished yet?" Sam asked from behind the door.

I, who was finished a few seconds ago, finally opened my voice. "Yes, I've."

Sam walked ahead of me first. But instead of going to bed, he took me to the sofa.

"A.I want to pray!" I said when Sam hung back his bottle of info, he was already intent on taking me to the sofa because the infusion pole he had moved there.

Sam did not answer but kept his feet up my prayer kit on the nightstand.

"You want to pray standing up, sitting down what is lying down?" Her question was still flat and her cold gaze.

"Sit here!" My answer is short, my knee still hurts when bent. Coincidentally the sofa is indeed facing the qibla, facing the sun whose rays have begun to dim.

Honestly, I feel quite moved to be treated like this by Sam. He still has a humanitarian side.

After the prayer, I took the time to recite and pray. When I was still solemn' to put out all the prayers that were pressing in my heart, raising my hands to ask with all my heart, Sam suddenly interrupted.

"The prayer need not be too long, let alone ask your Lord that I set you free, will not be fulfilled, the rest of the praying is many, not just you."

I ignored his absurd words, did he think God was so small that he could not hear all the prayers of His servant?

Maybe because he was never in a position where only prayer was left.

Perhaps because he did not know that the prayers were like pedaling a bicycle, one day it would definitely lead to the destination he wanted to go to.

Like me right now, just pray for my main weapon, nothing else.

Sam took a prayer kit that I had folded neatly he kept it back on the nightstand, after which took a seat on one of the sofas that were positioned on my left side. I played my nightgown button, I was like a defendant waiting for a verdict to fall.

"I thought you would be ashamed to meet your Lord after committing such an act of dishonor, of stealing!" His words emphasized the word steal at the end of his sentence.

"If I don't pray, what will take away my previous sins? If I do not pray, then my sins will erase my reward. So why should I be ashamed?"

"Are you sure your prayers will take away your infinite sins?" Ask mockingly.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't do it." Reply firmly. Although my fear for him was very great, but I tried to cover it up, like my true voice had already shaken every time I answered. Luckily my tears this time can still be invited to compromise.

"That's great, maybe it's what's commonly called, religious day, but at night his religion is kept under a pillow." He said cynically, "so how many men have you satisfied with your religion?"

That question again? Do I look like a cheap girl?

Why does he always accuse me for no apparent reason? Just dating never, walking hand in hand with the opposite sex never, how could I give my body to a man who is not halal to me?

I admit I am far from perfect, but that does not mean I do not know what is good and what is not good.

"I am good or not, I am as you accuse me or not, there is no point in me explaining it, for the one who hates still will not believe." My answer is to throw my face away.

His current facial expression was really very irritating.