Love on the verge of suffering
Lara's

On the fresh red ground, Zifa was still sobbing with grief, the sound of a soft cry that seemed to be restrained added to the sense of tightness for those who heard it. The woman was only seventeen years old, still fully hoping that what had just happened was a scenario of her friends, mengeprank herself who today is the middle of a birthday. Then the mayit he bathed, he was a caravan, and buried only artificial mannequins that resembled his mother.

Indeed it looks very impossible, but Zifa hopes that is the case. He is still very dark with what he must determine in his future. While the main breadwinner is gone. His mother and father had returned to the real owner. Now he was just a kara and had to take care of the older brother whose fate was even worse than his. Having a mental retardation disorder and being abused by irresponsible people. And now without the owner of the body knowing that in his womb there is life. "Will it be my fault, Lord, until You play with my life as funny as this." in Zifa, he immediately hated the fate of a life full of sorrow that enveloped him.

"Fa, let's go home, this has drizzled and our clothes all also began to damp because of the water droplets that came down. Although not swift but enough to make it wet and afraid later you will even get sick," woo kemal his only friend who still cares with him, accompany him until the funeral process of his beloved mother is complete.

Zifa looked up her head and looked with pity at Kemal. "What am I supposed to do after this, my mom's gone, but left something behind. I'm sure my mother was killed with a powerful man where my mother was scavenging for sustenance. You know that from the corner of my mother's lips let out a problem when bathed. That's a sign that there is a possibility that the poison in my mother's body is still working to damage organs that are not even functioning anymore. Help me Mal, to find this truth," said Zifa with her face still looking up at Kemal who was looking down right next to her. His pleading face glared bitterly at Kemal, as if he were saying only Kemal could help Zifa uncover her mother's death.

Kemal did not immediately agree to Zifa's request, men of almost the same age as Zifa did not reject the request. "the way? We have no evidence to corroborate Zifa, who is afraid that even the powerful will accuse you and keep you locked up in a terrible place, (Jail) Then who will take care of your sister who you say is pregnant with your mother's child. Your brother desperately needs you as his physical and mental protector. Not only that after the child is born, you are all he needs to take care of his child. Do you not think that if you get into trouble with a powerful person is very unlikely to win, while the evidence is very minimal, money seeking justice is also very much needed, and that is not a small amount Zifa." Kemal tried to advise Zifa not to take the wrong action, the goal was good so that Zifa was not trapped in a difficult situation. Because justice for the common life is just a fairy tale, in fact money is everything.

Zifa looked down again and the pitiful sobbing sounded again. It felt that Kemal who was a nobody Zifa, just a friend of his heart was torn when he heard the sobbing. "Mother, I have to find this justice. What really happened to Mom, when we didn't know?" whispered Zifa over her mother's wet vortex.

"Ifa I'll help you, but in my way. I'll try to get you through this difficult time, in the way that I have in mind, You don't do anything weird, stay alive with ignorance anything it would be better. At least until this difficult time you pass. At least until your fragile legs can support the burden of your life. Use your ignorance to keep looking for corroborating evidence for everything that happened between your mother and your sister. I'll help you even if we're not together anymore." Kemal spoke very softly and emphasized every word.

Zifa looked back at Kemal's face, "I'll do as you say. I will continue to hope that justice will stop in our lives. Thank you Kemal, you didn't leave me when I was fragile. Your love means so much to me, that I do not sink with the emotions that rule me. I will look for evidence, until my legs and shoulders are strong to uncover what my mother experienced until she took her life. Returned under rigid conditions. Supplied with a description of the cause of his death, but it looks very impossible. 'Heart attack', while my mom's fine. Weird, right?" The thin lips of Zifa smiled wryly, the life of the people below can indeed be manipulated. Including his guesses about his mother's death.

Having looked enough and let out all the grunts that had stuck in Zifa's heart, Zara and Kemal returned to Zifa's house. The rain that fell more and more indicates that nature also seems to know their sadness. Zifa led the body of her brother, who also seemed to know that they were grieving. Zara was not as fussy as usual acting like a child. Zara this time was so sweet that even her tiny lips since noon did not say a word. Either he was late with his sadness or he was thinking things that stuck so not so much attention to the jelly around him.

"Zifa I say go home well, later if there is anything, you do not hesitate to contact me for sure I will help you. Don't feel like I'm a stranger. If you can't think of me as your lover, then think of me as your brother," said Kemal to break up Zifa's daydreams, even the poor girl just found out that they were already in their yard, which still looks a lot of chairs and tents that neighbors make.

"Thank you Mal, I don't know what to say to you. You're too good for me. I'm sorry if I'm going to bother you a lot, well, I don't have anyone else. I only have you who have always been kind to me," a mouthful of tears rang out again and her tears warmed the cheeks that had shivered coldly because the clothes they were wearing were soaked.

"Sister, we're in!" Zifa led Zara's body looking for where her mother was.

"Ifa, which mother?" ask Zara. The question that Zifa had been afraid of ever since really came out from her brother's lips that had turned blue from the cold.

As strong as his heart survives so as not to feel tight, it will not be able to. Zifa was too fond of her pera. His tears fell again, even he wanted to vent his sadness by shouting and crying roaring at the destiny that was giving him. But his mind refuses, what people will say, and they will think he is crazy.

Zifa opened the door and took her sister to take a bath. She turned on the stove to cook water for her sister's bath, fearing that her brother would fall ill. Her body that was pregnant and exhausted could have added to her physical weakness.

Zifa, who had no answer to Zara's question, remained silent and ignored the question. Although Zifa knew that her brother would continue to repeat the horror question, until his mind caught on and understood the circumstances of his family.

It is not easy to explain an incident to his brother, retardation of thought makes it difficult for him to catch what really happened with him. That's why the rapist can still breathe without knowing who he really is.

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Down syndrome that Zara alamin is actually not a severe, if he gets special therapy and assistance, he can process emotions and capture events around well. But because of material limitations and to get the handling requires funds that are not small so that Zara left as is. So it's possible to remember it still exists, but where down syndrome is synonymous with children's minds. So Zara was still confused as to which reality was a dream or an illusion.

Zara's body is also very tall, and more contained than Zifa, anyone who sees it can be tempted because Zara has an ayu face and a smooth body. If the danger is out there people who experience down syndrome his body will experience stunted growth like a child, again different from Zara who is precisely his body like a normal person. Not to mention the bust that is more filled makes the adam who saw it want to taste it. That's why the rapist may be tempted by Zara's sleek, wacky body.