Love For Nabila
Don't Be Too LeBay

Unable to see the Mother's helplessness any longer, Nabila then stood up from her knees wanting to get out of the crowded room quickly.

He ran small, letting footsteps want to take him where he resigned. His body he keeps running away not knowing the direction, he needs a place aloof as soon as possible to judge himself for being negligent with his promise to the Father to keep his Budanya in this world.

Without realizing it, Nabila walked out of the hospital. He ran on the sidewalk so fast that he unexpectedly was too far out of reach of those who recognized him.

The sky was getting darker, the road that was still crowded now began to be quiet. For a while Nabila just stayed by the roadside looking at the car and motor passing by, then took a crouching position and covered his face with two hands. Then came back crying as much as there until his head hurt.

The longer the more obvious the hum in his head, like something was hammering in his brain. Migraine that was felt now turned into a headache suddenly attacked. Nabila looked up at the ceiling, pulled and exhaled slowly. Bluffing to expel the fatigue and pain that attacks.

Aware of not being strong standing, Nabila fumbled at the pocket next to her white robe to find a cell phone and contacted Zahra to pick her up. But he paled when the rain drops even greet.

Nabila hurriedly ran to find a place for himself to shelter, but as far as he stepped to find a safe place for himself to take shelter he never found it.

At the end Nabila stopped because he felt no longer strong, choosing to pull over even though the raindrop is now transformed into a torrent. He walked sideways looking for the nearest backrest, his hand shaking. His head felt heavy he was crying more and more sobbing, for the first time in his life he felt this apes. dangling on the side of the road with mixed feelings to share it.

Nabila almost fainted if not because of the sound of a long horn and the highlight of the lamp made her shocked again realized.

The white Range Rover car with the passenger section window open stopped right in front of him, Nabila made eye contact for a moment with the car owner who somehow became three.

“Log.” Pinta the driver is not soft.

For a fraction of a second Nabila's brain stopped working, he couldn't possibly have stayed by the rain roadside like this or looked for another public vehicle, because where is there in the middle of the night the motorcycle or others are still operating? There are drivers already on the book Beautiful in their respective homes. Nabila's headaches are too domineering for now, asking to be picked up Zahra would take a long time because her best friend was accompanying Vika to take the equipment needed by the Mother in her home.

Ask to pick up doctor Iqbal...? it was even more impossible anymore due to the distance that was blocking.

Nabila glanced at the surrounding area that was only there himself, he only realized that the situation was so gripping.

But get on that car……………

In the middle of the glue between Nabila's heart or not, he felt someone standing on his side. The original body in the rainwater now changed only heard the sound of water reflection from an umbrella.

Slowly Nabila looked at the face of a man whose dinginya face a few hours ago he saw.

“Gus Bhintar ?”

Nabila immediately turned over and ran to avoid, he was still not ready to meet the man. His heart is still covered with disappointment because it has been followed to keep the disease in the Mother's suffering from her. Especially in addition to this sad state of affairs, he did not want ! don't want to !!

“ Run from here Nabila, run !! “ press it on yourself.

But all that for nothing, his attempt to escape avoiding the infuriating man failed miserably. Because a rough hand pull stopped his steps, making Nabila's body slammed backward and did not doubt hit the chest of the field of the man with a very close position almost hugging.

“Why? Why are you hiding Mother's illness from me?” the sound was fluttering towards Bhintara.

Bhintar just shook, staring straight at the tears that were disguised by the rain that was sticking out of his eyes with nanar.

“I'm his son who deserves to know ! you are nobody in my family !! so what right have you got to hide all this from me?" his yell was frustrated, "WHY ARE YOU GUYS DOING THIS TO ME HUH ! WHY?” continue again by banging the man's chest with a lunglai.

Bhintar just fell silent, feeling guilty for conspiring to silence all this at the request of Mother Arina, far from the bottom of his heart he also regretted this all happened.

“ I'm a Doctor ! “ her clove loosens “ more precisely her a failed doctor !! who does not care for his own parents. I hate being a doctor ! I hate it !! “ her weeping helpless, feeling stupid and laughing at yourself.

“Go you.....go ! I don't want to see you here ! “ her mouth ordered away, but her hands were precisely acting behind her. Grip and and pull her firmly to keep her still in place. He struggled even more to beat Bhintara's chest weakly.

The defense of a late Nabila also shed, he admitted that tonight he really needed a companion to be his shoulder support to stay upright standing. Really he could not if he had to lose his loved ones for the third time. Not yet ready to bear the complete title of an orphan.

Unable to see the woman in front of him in pain, Bhintara langsug gripped onto Nabila's two arms firmly to stop beating and listen to his explanation.

“ This is one of the reasons why Mother hides it from you, namely to not ready yourself that is difficult to accept destiny.excessive disappointment like this that makes her worried. Mostly Mother is still breathing and struggling against her critical time there ! not dead or as his. Should his as a child you pray a lot so that he soon realized, not even run to a quiet place like this.” Bhintara clucked softly “ Not useful ! “ his words are so rude , but it's okay if it can make the girl's conscious stubborn who according to her is very stupid in telling.

Nabila pulled her hands rough, Bhintara's words made her even more inflamed. “ You never feel in my position ! so you don't want to know !" Shouted her.” Free to talk to people who have never felt the loss of someone who is most dear in his life.”

Connect it with a popping sound.

“Who said I was never in your position huh? never feel here you are the only person who suffers from ” Bhintara said full of emphasis in every sentence “ If you forget let me remind, I will, I've lost her one-on-one sister whom I care about more than anything in the world. Work partner as well as a friend who has understood the outside in me, my pride and family. But in fact I can rise and accept it all, unlike you who still drown in the pit of grief who are reluctant to go from there ! " he took a deep breath for a moment "It's so sad that Mother Arina has a child as selfish as you ! who never thought about his feelings in the slightest, even agreeing to his small request you can not" he said underestimated.

Hearing that Nabila was stunned, confirming Bhintara's words about it all. Unknowingly he rested his head on the man's chest, bowed his head and further tightened his grip on Bhintara's shirt. " Then... What should I do? I was confused, blinded and no one could give me a bright way out. "glued in between his sobs.

The late Bhintara was a little able to breathe a sigh of relief, not in vain he spoke so harshly to the girl in front of him at this time, although his words were indeed a bit outrageous. After all at the end of it can make her aware as well. “ So what do you want to enter ? it's already night, and the rain like it's gonna get busier. I can't possibly let a woman nearly pass out on the street alone. My existence as a creature of God who is obligated to help each other human beings is questionable if you leave yourself here.” Bhintar flat.

“But we're not mukhrim? Her taste is not good.....”.

“ You don't want to? Yaudah then, be careful.”

“ Uh ! “ Nabila straight up his body wants to quickly open the car door and sit there comfortably, because the dress he wears has made him cold. But..again stifled, when the annoying male voice intruded her.

“ I am not a Taxi driver, so move forward if you still want to get to your destination.” His insinuations were sharp without looking.

Nabila urung opened the car door wide, squinted his eyes panted While exhaling long, then closed the door that he almost opened violently. Forced to choose to obey the words of the male commanding officer with annoyed grievances.