Mohabbat
The Unexpected Meeting

On a straight, slippery, lonely road, two cars chase each other. Tires that rotate rapidly over asphalt, sometimes spitting puddles of water that stagnate due to rain. The roar of the car's voice, mingled with the rumbling sounds from the sky. Water and wind seem to unite to destroy anything that is passed.

Including human pride.

The white car in front did not want to budge, nor did the black color behind it. Fast-spinning following its superiority.

"Damn!" swearing the driver of the white car when his rival managed to catch up.

He slammed the steering wheel avoiding the collision, stepping on the accelerator deeper and deeper. However, the black car behind him is still able to balance the speed. The two fast things side by side, not wanting to budge each other.

"You must die!" said.

The eagle's sharp eyes were peeking full of vengeful embers. Wanted to devour the prey that has been targeted for so many days.

"This time you have to die and never come back again" he murmured again as he glanced at the driver of the white car on his left.

The driver slammed the steering wheel to the left, crashing his car into a white car that was on the edge. That little bridge barrier could not prevent him from the brink of fate.

The car jumped over the bridge and landed on the water. A large river with a strong current, carrying the car was washed away with the driver. Continues to sink to the bottom because the river water continues to enter through the car gap, filling it so that it adds to the weight of the object.

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On a sunny morning in a riverside village, two girls were busy hanging out in a flower garden. A wide variety of flowers grew on the half-hectare field.

The two plucked flowers while talking about their still-secret destiny. Talking about the young man who came to bring a proposal to propose one of them.

"But would anyone want to marry a blind girl like me?" The words pitched desperate was spoken softly from the sweet lips of one of them.

The little girl approached and hugged her body, dropping her chin on the shoulder of her dearly beloved sister.

"Don't I'm sure someday there will be a young man who can love you sincerely for who you are. We never know what fate is waiting for us ahead, do we?" she said that sounded sweet in the ears of the Blind Girl's sister.

He smiled, adding a series on his face. The oval-faced girl with the perfect eyebrow line was grateful at her side a little girl always warms the heart. He nodded slowly, hoping that the prayer would reach the seventh heaven.

The little girl ran away from her sister, picking flowers on the other side. Although fumbling, but he was able to distinguish the flowers embedded in the garden. His steps continued down every flower that was ready to be harvested and sold in their stalls.

However, the move came to a halt when it hit something. He crouched down to feel the thing that was blocking his leg. The eyes widened in surprise as the skin of his hands touched parts of the human body.

"Laila! Where are you? Come here!" his screams vibrate.

He moved while holding the stick tightly in his hand. Shaking his hands and feet, ears watching the footsteps of the little girl, his head turned back and forth with uneasiness.

"What's up, brother? Why is he screaming?" tanyanya immediately.

The blind girl's hand was raised, trembling she pointed to where she found a corpse .. ah, I don't know if it was a corpse or a living human.

Laila gawked from behind the obstructing flower plant. Both hands closed their mouths with wide eyes shocked to see a figure of a body rubbed on the edge of their flower garden.

"A-what is i-it's m-m-corpse?" ask the Blind Girl. His fingers squeezed the end of the restless stick, those natural red lips twitching withstanding the quivering taste.

Laila ventured closer to the figure, sticking two fingers in her nostrils. He was increasingly surprised, his breathing still felt even though weak.

"He's alive, brother. Still breathing," cried Laila with widened eyes.

"W-what? You try to get someone to help her," the girl asked Laila.

"I won't leave Big Brother alone, what if he's just pretending? After I left, she woke up and did something to Brother?" his mouthful while glancing sharply at the man sprawled on the ground.

The blind girl sighed, always and always her sister spoke so when near them there was something foreign.

The man nodded, his eyes flashing about to open.

"Water! I want some water!" he said with a loud voice.

"Take some quick water!"

Laila rushed to the river and took the water with the leaves. He gave the water to the young man, after the brother helped him sit down.

"We live around here. Sorry, who are you? And why would you sleep here? Your clothes are also wet and torn, are you washed away in the river?" ask the Blind Girl with her sweet voice.

The man opened his eyes, staring at the pretty face in front of him. He frowned when his beautiful eyes were on another.

Laila watched furiously, she would just punch him if she asked about the condition of her eyes. However, the man turned around without saying anything that was not wearing it.

"I don't know, I don't know anything" he said regretfully.

"your name? Do you remember what your name is?" ask again.

"No, I can't even remember my name. Mmm... Can I hitch a ride in your house until I recover? After that, I'll go. I promise," the man stared in turn at the two beautiful women who helped him.

"All right, no problem. Our house is not far from here, can you walk alone?" sahut the Blind Girl with her generosity.

"Sister, he's a stranger. We don't know what his purpose is, what if he does something bad to us?" reject Laila objection.

The blind girl smiled, making the man's heart throb.

"It's okay, after all Brother thinks he must be hurt. At least we can help him heal his wounds, can't we?"

Laila grunts.

"Mmm .. If you don't remember what your name is, what if we gave you the name Al?" advice of the girl.

He thought and agreed, "Not bad."

"Alright, Al. What if we leave now, we have also finished picking flowers," the Blind Girl asked as she moved on.

He helps Al to stand up, while Laila grunts him dislike. Anxious about the kindness of the brother who never looked at the feather. The blind girl even led Al on the way to their home.

Al was satisfied, his heart warmed with the kindness of the Blind Girl who was holding his hand. Gently felt, a strange rumble engulfs in each pulse and ignites a taste that never shines.

She's a good girl, it's worth the little girl there worrying about her.

Al smiled, grateful in their hearts who found him.

"What's your name?" al asked shortly after they sat in the front bale-bale of a house made of bamboo.

Simple house made only of woven bamboo. A cool and beautiful stilt house, there are various kinds of flower plants that grow around the house.

"Daisha, just call me that," replied the Blind Girl as she put down the basket filled with flowers.

"Laila, you arrange the flowers, yes. Brother wants to make tea first," Daisha pinta on the sister.

He stepped while fumbling against the walls of the house, Al stared anxiously at every step he swung.

"Son's accident and lost his sight." Laila's voice suddenly jolted Al's daydream.

The man turned his head while frowning. Then, go back to the house to see the arrival of Daisha. The girl was blind, but she did not go in the wrong direction even though in her hands carried a tray with a side drink.

"Please drink! As it were," he said softly.

From the first glance, Al could not take his eyes off the beautiful figure sitting before him. His heart had been captivated by the kindness Daisha had done.

The girl did not even hesitate to treat the wound on her leg, bandaging it carefully. Really, despite wanting to laugh, Al had to endure it.

"Thank you" said Al after Daisha finished tidying up her wounds.

"Don't be shy." Daisha smiled, a smile that jolted Al's heart. A smile that made her unable to let go of Daisha.

From then on, Al's heart continued to throb when interacting with him. Is he in love?

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