H-07
H7 - 05

Coming home from the factory, Zee was exhausted. He got wind. Yesinta brought wind oil and a thousand coins. "Go ahead."

Zee looked up at her brother. "What do you want?"

Yesinta positioned her sister on her stomach. "Silence, don't ask too many questions. You're not a child."

Zee felt Yesinta's soft hand rubbing some wind oil. "You get in the wind. You gotta scrap."

Zee felt comfortable as Yesinta swerved her back. "I used to be tired on the first day. I feel nauseous when the scent of engine oil is inhaled, but you'll get used to it for a long time."

No response from Zee. Yesinta saw her sister sleeping. He smiled as he continued to rub his sister's back. When finished, Yesinta covered Zee's body and she slept on the floor barefoot and without a blanket.

Both of Zee's eyes were open. Actually, he pretended to be asleep. The girl covered her brother's body and then she went back to sleep on the floor.

Both eyes of Jesus opened. He also pretended to sleep. A warm smile was engraved on his face.

Little child, inner Yesinta.

The day goes on. Zee could not use the sewing machine as a result he scolded Wildan.

"I've been patient in teaching you, now my patience is running out. You can't be taught, you better be a helper! I can't teach you."

Yesinta looks sad when Zee scolded Wildan. Zee looked down and was scared. Yes, even though he was just acting.

If I'm told to defuse the bomb, I'll be ready at any time. I swear, I hate this fucking machine. I can't use it!! Zee's screams in the heart.

Yesinta got out of the machine and approached Wildan and Zee. "Sir Wildan, just let Zee be my helper."

Wildan smiled as he looked at Yesinta. "Oh yeah, just take it. Your sister can't do anything. Maybe she could be a helper if guided by her brother."

Yesinta. He pulls Zee's hand and returns to his machine. "Because now that you're a helper, you have to stand up."

"What?" It seems that Zee did not accept.

Yesinta taught Zee to draw patterns on a cloth with chalk powder. Zee did the same. He coughed because of the chalk powder.

"Spirit!" Yesinta also re-stitched the fabric that has been patterned by Zee.

Because Zee was working slowly, the tailors in front of Yesinta were furious.

"For a long time, even though it was just drawing patterns!"

"You can't go fast? If we can't catch up to the target, our pay could be cut!"

"Where's the stitch?"

Zee drew in a hurry. He gave the pattern to Isainta. The girl saw her sister's messy pattern, so she had to sew without following the pattern Zee made.

"Zega, you just wipe the cloth, no need to draw," said Yesinta.

Zee looked at her brother. He obeyed the commandment of Yesinta and simply folded the cloth.

Yuda, who is Yesinta's superior, comes to Zee. "Why isn't the cloth patterned? You can't work? If you can't, just stay home!"

"Sister Yuda, Zega just learned. Please understand him," said Yesinta.

Judah's view is diverted to Yesinta's. "Okay, since she's your sister, I let her go this time."

Zee breathed a heavy sigh. Why working here is so hard. I don't think it's gonna be this hard.

Long Zee felt sore. For 12 hours he stood making patterns and tidying up the cloth.

Returning home from the factory, Zee complains in the room while massaging her swollen legs. Yesinta entered her sister's room. He sat down and applied massage oil to his sister's legs.

"What are you doing?!" Zee removed his legs from Yesinta's reach.

"Zega, your leg is swollen. Don't be carelessly sorted. Let me massage your legs."

After being forced, Zee complies with her brother. Yesinta massaged Zee's legs painstakingly.

"I'm sorry my mother" said Yesinta suddenly.

Zee did not respond. He just looked at Isaiah.

Zee is silent.

"That's why my mother didn't fight back when your mother attacked her that day."

Zee didn't want to say anything.

*** flashback ***

Little Yesinta was playing with a doll on the porch of her house. He saw a red car stop in the yard.

Yesinta's gaze was fixed on the little girl in the car. Their views meet.

"Zega? Is that Zega, my sister?"

Zee's mother got out of the car and made her way to her house,

The woman screamed in front of her house. His mother Isaiah came out of the house. Suddenly Zee's mother attacked him.

"Bitch, you!!!!"

Seeing her mother beaten, Yesinta ran to help her mother from her mother's rampage Zee.

His mother Zee pushed Yesinta to the ground. His mother Yesinta did not fight at all.

"Don't interfere with you, little bitch! You want to die too?!!" Shouted Zee's mother to Yesinta.

There are bamboo slats in the courtyard. Zee's mother took the bamboo blade. Yesinta. Zee's mother smacked the woman's face with the bamboo.

Isaiah closed his eyes in fear.

Fresh blood is flowing. A wide gaping wound was clearly imprinted on her mother's face Yesinta as a result of the bamboo blow the woman had taken.

Her father's car just arrived. The man got out of the car and dragged his legal wife to stop hurting his mother Yesinta.

Yesinta cries in fear seeing her mother suddenly attacked by an unknown woman.

"Take me off! I want to kill that bitch!!!" Zee's mother was in revolt to escape her husband's grip.

"Stop! Are you possessed by a demon!" Zee's father slapped his rightful wife in the face.

Holding her hot cheek, her mother Zee looked at the man in front of her with a look of disbelief. "You... You slapped me for that bitch?"

"Go home now!" Zee's father pointed at his wife's car.

"No!"

"Do you want to go home to your parents?!"

Zee's mother fell silent. "Well, I'll go home, but on one condition. You can't come back here let alone be in a relationship with your affair, or I'm really gonna kill him and the bastard."

After the woman left, San Bima took her mother Yesinta to the hospital. The wound on his face was stitched. The woman was crying over her face, which was no longer beautiful.

"Don't look at me, I don't deserve to be seen by you." The woman covered her face.

San Bima cupped the woman's face. "You're still pretty in my eyes, honey."

Both kissing.

*** end Flashback ***

Zee did not show any expression after hearing the story.

Yesinta smiled and rubbed her sister's hair gently. "Sleep, tomorrow we'll work even harder."

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03.11 | 02 January 2021

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