Akhsan And Ikhsann
219.My angry bird

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Fatma so eager to go to the supermarket alone, oh wrong, more precisely in between by a pack of his personal driver Lukman.

One by one Fatma began to pick up groceries that were already on her grocery list that were recorded vaguely in her head. His hands seemed to be cradling whatever he was going to buy. One by one Fatma took but not a few that she returned back to where it was.

Slowly Fatma stepped in with one hand pushing the trolley and the other took the item she was going to buy.

It didn't take long for Fatma to fill the trolley, all her options were already in it and ready for her to take it to the cashier for her to make a transaction with her limit card.

So many bags full. Without getting the call Lukman was more sensitive and went in to take all of Fatma's so much groceries.

"Thank you, Lukman. " Fatma said thank you.

"Together, Mom. This is my job." Lukman replied with a small smile to Fatma.

Back and forth Lukman took groceries from Fatma, while Fatma only carried two bags of lighter crackles that contained only a special snack for him only.

Fatma came out of the supermarket, walking to her car. However, it was not Fatma until she had stopped because there was a boy who stopped her and was forced to make Fatma stop.

"Sister, give me a little money, brother, please have mercy on me, I have no money and must quickly buy medicine for a sick Dad . " Say the boy.

T-shirts that already look dull, shorts that have been torn part of the knee can not be separated from the eyes of Fatma, the state of the child reminded him of himself first. Fatma used to go through her most difficult times as the child now lives, begging from the compassion of others to survive.

Fatma lowered her head to align her height with that child who was none other than her little brother Jio whom she did not know.

"What is your father sick? " Tanya Fatma was so gentle.

"Father's leg is sick, she can't walk normally. And it looks like there's been an infection that's made her have a fever until now. I feel sorry for you, brother. But I can't do anything because I don't have any money. " Pilu.

Fatma was immediately filled to hear an explanation from Jio, the danger could be that a child as small as she had to think of her ailing father.

"What can you do to help you?" Ask Fatma.

"Jio needs money to buy medicine for dad, sister. Dad should get help right away otherwise his legs will get worse. " Answer again.

A heart that is so soft will certainly be easily touched, and that Fatma's heart just pity listening to the words of Jio.

Fatma took out her wallet, there were several hundred thousand bills she instantly took them all and gave them to Jio.

"This is a little money from brother, quickly bring your father for treatment. Hopefully enough, sorry brother can not help more. " Say Fatma.

"Thank you, Brother. " Not smiling happily but Jio instead, he cried bitterly before Fatma.

Fatma is so confused, shouldn't Jio be happy because he can get money to treat his father? Why is he still sad.

"You why? " Tanya Fatma was curious.

"I miss big brother Jio. "

" Where is Brother Jio? " Tanya Fatma started kepo.

Jio shook his head, he did not know where his two brothers were now. "Jio doesn't know, brother. " She said.

"Can I hug my sister? Mother said, Big Brother Jio is already big maybe as big as big brother, is it okay. " The sobbing Pinta Jio.

Seeing that face Fatma would not be possible and refused Jio's request, even though he did not know her but why she seemed so attentive to him, it was as if he was so pityed and as if there was a bond that Fatma herself did not know what bond was between the two of them.

"Alright, here's brother hug. Let's just say you're hugging your sister. " Fatma said by embracing the thin body of Jio who looks so dry, probably due to lack of food and also malnutrition.

Jio just according to being embraced by Fatma, until their embrace is long enough.

There was a warm feeling between the two of them. It really confused Fatma. "This feeling? Why is it so warm? " Inner Fatma.

"Please Brother. " Felt enough Jio let go of his embrace from the embrace of Fatma da immediately berampit to go home and immediately bring his father to treatment. "Thank you, brother. Jio said, Jio has to take me for treatment." He said with a face that immediately sparkled at this moment.

"Yes, may the spit be healed for your father huh. Greetings to your father. " Answer Fatma.

"Yes brother. Brother, can Jio call brother, beautiful sister. " She asked for permission.

"Bby dong. " Answer Fatma.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer Fatma.

After Jio's departure, Fatma also went straight from there. No suspicion or anything, he just ignored his feelings.

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The night was so late, but Fatma's eyes could not be closed completely. He still keeps going back and forth indeterminately on his bed.

"Why am I so hard to sleep tonight?" Gerrymandering annoyed.

Not stopping also his frustration suddenly the lights went out making Fatma surprised.

"Why do I have to turn off the lights? " Fuddled Fatma.

Fatma came down slowly from the bed, stuttering her cell phone somewhere. "Where's the phone? " Fatma's hand continued to hang in the air searching for her phone and as a tool to help her from harm. If there are no two hands, he could be a child crashing whatever is in front of him.

"Nih mr Lukman the same aunt has slept pa huh? It's quiet again. " She said.

Fatma rushed out to pick up the emergency lights in front of her room. Not yet found the lamp there are two burly hands that coiled in his stomach and pulled Fatma's body already attached to the person's body.

"Act... Unleash it..! You who? Don't fuck around, let go! " Fatma mutinied asking to be released, but instead the man so tightened his hands.

"Let go, loose! " Fatma's hand tried to break away from that person but she wasn't that strong.

Rebellious, screaming, asking for help that's what Fatma can do right now. "Please! Auntie! Mr Lukman! " Shouted Fatma repeatedly.

Instead of letting go, the man raised Fatma's body, brought her back into the room and closed the door with his feet.

"Deliver! Off! I beg! You who! Off!" Shouted Fatma while continuing to rebel. The man kept quiet no matter what.

The man threw Fatma on the bed, and shut Fatma's body. Both of Fatma's hands were held so firmly that Fatma could do nothing with her hands.

His hands began to release the hijab that Fatma was wearing, although in the darkness he was still targeted in doing whatever he wanted.

His hands gently caressed Fatma's cheeks and began to touch Fatma's body which was still covered in a soft satin cloth.

"Don't, don't touch me! Release." Shouting Fatma.

Fatma continued to rebel her body continued to move against what the man was doing. The man uncovers a cloth on the bottom of Fatma until he can touch the sensitive skin of Fatma below.

"Don't! Help u! Help u! " Shouts but nothing seems to be coming.

Has this man knocked all the household unconscious so he can't save her? Was this man a criminal who would snatch away the honor of Fatma that she had always kept especially for her husband.

How could he break away from this extremely strong person, inside such darkness what could a woman like him do?.

Fatma can only cry, right? He could not even fight the strong man. He won't be able to.

But he can't just walk away either, can he? He should be able to defend his honor right? What would he say later to Ikhsan if his honor had been forcibly snatched away by someone he didn't know, even he couldn't see how he looked.

"Mas Ikhsan, please Fatma! " His shout, hoping Ikhsan will come to be the superhero who suddenly comes and saves him.

"Mas Ikhsan! " Fatma continued to shout but that person was also getting more and more ferociously gnawing at her body.

Fatma cried, her efforts will not be easy for her to break away from that person.

𝘉𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘩....

Fatma's leg managed to cripple the person's Angry bird made her instantly release Fatma and retreat in pain.

"Astaghfirullah, my future. " Tap her.

𝘊𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘬𝘬....

The light lit up after the person flicked his hand. Look at his face now, his looks gone from grimacing in pain and looking red.

"My angry bird.. "

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Seriate....

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