Hijrah the Rebel Girl
DGR21

Brown eyes miss open staring at Key. She smiled sweetly. “Alright doc. Thank you for helping me.” Her speech.

Key smiled thinly staring Miss.” You helped me too. It's only natural we help each other.” The answer.

“I can return the dock?” Tanya Miss.

“Bby. I took off your infusion..” Say Key. Carefully he released the infusion attached to the tiny hand of Miss.

“I don't have money to pay the docking hospital. How?” Tanya Rindu innocently. He hung his legs.

Key looked at Rinduu. “ You don't have to be dizzy. I have finished everything. And this is your medicine.” He took the medicine on the nightstand next to the mattress in front of Miss.

Missing staring at the medicine was sad then staring at Key. “ I can't accept that. I don't have any money.” Her speech.

Key put the medicine in Riindu's hand and smiled gently. “ You used to help me. If you don't help me, maybe I can't stand here. So accept..”.

Miss shaking her head. “ I help you sincerely without asking for anything in return.”

“Then I also help you also sincerely without asking for anything in return. I owe you my life. Take it as a thank you.” Soft talk.

I miss taking that medicine. He stared at Key “ Thanks do.k” Speak is weak.

“No problem. It says how many times you took the medicine. Before eating it is expected that you have to fill your stomach first. And this drug you can take when you are sick you can no longer be administered. And here's your prescription if at any time your medicine runs out.”Obviously Key was at length.Rindu just nodded his head.

“Yes once again thank you doc. I excuse me.” says Miss. Key just nodded his head.

She could no longer bear her tears. He grasped the medicine was strong, the tears that he had been able to withstand were now pouring out uncontrollably. Missing is not a girl who wants to look weak, likes to cry. It could even be said that no one had ever seen him cry in front of people he knew.

Miss empty look. He walked through the street, the hospital not far from the beach. Even Miss did not realize if she had walked towards the beach. Her tears are pouring. “Ahhkk Terrified frustrated. He holds onto his.

Legs limp. He sits on weak sand.” Why should I. while I am still bearing the sin of God?” yells Missing frustration.

“Gue is not ready. Not ready.” Weak echo. He was hitting the sand.

The twilight as a witness of how fragile the Miss is today. Missed being given a lot of trouble today, plus the news that she was sick. Longing is not ready to look at God with his sinful body. He always denied his parents' words. He often does mischief. Rough talk, he used men, he even killed people.

Truly heartbroken in this moment.he remembered all his sins, he remembered them all.

‘can I ask dusk look longer Lord?. Or can I give happiness first to those around me. I always dreamed of showing everyone that I would be successful even if I was a troublemaker, I was no good. But what really is sekaramg. I failed God. I failed to silence people's mouths..” Saying Miss hoarse. His voice gripped. He continued to cry without caring about the twilight of his witness had drowned.

Azan's voice echoed across the magrib. But Missing seems deaf to all that. He still cries and cries.

Longing to walk with a blank stare down a road that he knows nothing about. But his feet stopped in front of the mosque because he heard the voice of someone teaching so beautiful. Instantly he remembered if he had not prayed magrib.

He set his foot towards the mosque, his step towards the ablution. The place contains mirrors and water. He rubbed his face with water. He looked at his face in front of the mirror, his eyes swollen and swollen. Her face flushed. His eyes again flowed water. “aAhhh.” His shouting. “Clangg...” The sound of the broken glass was crumbling.

Hand misses stuck a lot of glass flakes. Fresh Blood poured down there. He felt no pain at all. His heart was already quite broken by the reality he was facing.

“Umi. What's that sound?” One of the children who learned to teach asked in surprise.

All the other students were no less surprised. They looked at the origin of the sound including teachers teaching.

“Umi don't know. You guys continue to teach him. Let Umi see yam” Her speech is soft. He moved his feet quickly towards the source of the sound.

He was surprised to see the 1X1m-long toilet glass break into pieces and a girl whose hands were covered in blood sat down crying under it. He walked quickly to the girl. Yes the girl is Missing. “ Asstagfirullahhallazim nak. You okay?” Said worried. It is approaching the miss. He held the bloody hand of Miss. “ Yallah your hands are bleeding. Here we medicine, later infection.” Soft talk.

I miss not answering at all. Her tears are still pouring. Eyes empty. He didn't even feel someone in front of him.

The ibi brought Miss into the mosque. He holds Rindu not far from the children teach. “Sini Umi medicine. You wait here first, Umi buy medicine.” Her speech. I miss not answering at all.

“Mii. Big brother why?” Ask one of the students in surprise.

“Hands injured. Don't bother him. Continue reading.” Soft sahutmya. Then he went to the nearest house.

It didn't take long he had brought some red medicine. He approached Miss again. “ Nak. Here's mama netin.” He said.Rindu did not budge at all.

With a minute of pain the mother took off the glass shreds that were still stuck on the sidelines of the hand meat Missing. He washed his hands and began to treat it. “Completed. Still hurts?” Soft question.

Missing is not at all flinching. His face was sad, his gaze was blankly sharing a life without a soul. “Hey. You okay?” The mother patted softly Missing cheek.

Miss moved her head staring at the thing that surprised her. It is likened to being sucked back into the real world, sharing the Spirit forcibly back into his body. He looked at Mom in front of him. The mother's face was already slightly wrinkled but did not reduce the light of her face, the pink-covered hijab wrapped half her body. “Your hand is still sick?” I asked her when I got no answer from Miss. He knows that Missing is a little depressed.

He raised his injured hand. He felt pain. From earlier he did not even realize if his hand was injured by his stupid actions. His hands were wrapped neatly with bandages.

“Kalatin, ibuk Khumaira name you can call Umi Ira”.” What's your name?” She tidied up the hijab Miss yag a little messy.

Not getting an answer made Umi Ira frown. “ You why?. Same story umi.” Persuade soft.

Missed to look at Umi Ira. Her tears without excuse were free to slide. He just kept quiet and didn't budge. “ Similar stories Umi. Who knows if Umi can help. Don't cry dong..” Say Umi Ira while grimacing the wet cheeks of Miss. Longing to be silent without expression.

“ With you quiet like this, crying. It doesn't give you a solution to your problem. If you don't want to talk. Mom does not maksa ko. But with us telling the story, maybe someone has the solution.” Umi Ira soft.