Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Still Curious as to the Cause

The morning sun has been emptying with excitement. The shining light coming in from the cracks of the window seemed to have told him to immediately rise from sleep, when last night was soundly closed, which continued together in a state of hugging each other. The hand that had perched as a battalion of Dilla's head now slowly began to pull, as a tingling feeling began to appear.

The face of the wife who looks still weak and tired, I can only look pusillar full of pity, not willing to feel the pain now. Fortunately, the beating yesterday did not break Dilla's spine, only there was a slight crack, a lot of scratches and bruises that have turned blue that must be treated.

"If we meet, I will definitely make the calculation even more sorry than yesterday, because you have hurt someone who means so much to me, beware!" Regret when remembering the person who managed to harm Dilla.

"Why did all this happen? What why? Why would a kayak want to kill us? What sins do we commit, so that bad people want to hurt us?"

The feet are now walking towards the bathroom, to try to wash the face that just woke up. After feeling enough to clean up, now the steps walk again to where Dilla who still seems to lie asleep.

"Hhh, must your body ache all? You are too good a woman to sacrifice yourself to get hurt. The perpetrator was very cruel. Suppose he could have been caught last night, I would have taken a beating back with a chair for him, '" an unwilling heart murmur.

A slow knock from the direction of the door began to sound soft. Walking open, and it turns out the guest is the wife's big family party.

"Eeeh, you guys."

"Morning, Brother Dio."

"Morning too," Replied with a smile.

"Where is Dilla my son, Dio?" ask Mama who has come with Papa and his eldest son.

"Alhamdulillah, fine. But completely unwell, because the wound looks rather serious," I replied as I sat in the chair.

"Alhamdulillah, if he's good."

"Huffff, he's soundly sleeping. Until kittah comes around like this he doesn't hear."

"At times the drug is working, so loose molornya. Dilla's body parts, they must have been reduced by the beating."

"Hhh, pity this lovely Mama's son."

"Eatya if there is not invited to fight, Ma. Finally nyesel too! If there is invited gelud, if the pain is confused."

Andi tried to protest. What he said there is a point, when often invited to a fight. Maybe he did it out of love.

"But you know you're a little boy."

"Yes, too."

We could only look at him with a pus. His shady face looked very clear. The laughter that often echoes is sorely missed. It feels like the atmosphere is quiet. Not as usual rame, although sometimes only a trivial matter we just fight.

"Oh yes, Dio. Can we talk to each other for a second? Because there is something important that Papa wants to talk to you about. Let Mama and Andi take care of it here," Permit he said.

"By, Pa. But permission to change clothes first."

"Yes, please."

Samalam clothes used in fighting have not been replaced, and only this morning brought by the family. There were blood spots, and there were some torn parts. Should be replaced so as not to be embarrassing.

"Come, Pa. I'm ready." Just got out of the bathroom.

Although the hair is still messy, but still want to go because in-laws seem very important to want to talk about something. Tidiness problems, can use the hands to comb.

"Alright, come. Then let's just get out, 'cause this is important about Dilla. I don't want him to hear this, because it could be fatal to him. That's why we're talking away from here, '" Papa said.

"Yes, Pa. Go ahead."

I followed the will of the in-laws, which we ended up sitting in the hospital room, a lot of people were relaxed lesehan rummaged, besides that there was also a walk. Me and my in-laws are now so sitting relaxed, trying to follow the atmosphere of the garden is cool ayem. Cool air in the morning makes it more comfortable. Birds were singing and flying here and there. The flowers look beautiful in full colorful bloom.

"You must take care of Dilla from now on, for her life is in grave danger. Papa does not want the events of yesterday to repeat again, therefore you have to keep it strictly," papa's command felt once there is a stroke of worry.

"What's going on, what's going on about all this? Why did the intruder yesterday seem to want to kill Dilla, who seemed to hate me too?" manya curious.

It was very strange, and very foreign to the perpetrator. The question is why we were both targeted.

"This was a terrible event in the past between all of you. You know for yourself that Dilla's sister is dead, and everything has to do with all this" explained papa lethargic who seemed heavy to tell.

"Sister? Does this really have anything to do with the deceased?" I just don't believe it.

"Yes, Dio. Back when you and Dilla were first grade Junior High, this was the beginning of that horrible story. Dilla's older sister used to be a martial artist, who was likely the intruder yesterday to be the family of the one who killed Dilla's older sister," The explanation in-laws sounded hoarse.

"Murder?" My surprise is not believing.