Mohabbat
Worriedly

Al and Daisha are getting closer. The man often walked behind the Blind Girl just to protect her. His figure was never far from Daisha, continued to stick and it made Laila relieved and anxious.

"Be careful, let me, please" Al said as Daisha was about to lift the flower basket in the garden.

"I'm fine, brother. I'm used to this job" said Daisha, feeling sad about Al's excessive actions.

Call ‘Kakak’ pinned Daisha always ravaged his heart to pound uncontrollably. The red hue on the cheeks poked out by itself, the warm feeling he felt all the way to the heart.

"Yes, even so, now there's me who can help you. Do not work alone, let me be useful to repay all your services," said Al divert nervousness. Actually, he didn't want Daisha to work too hard.

The girl was stunned to hear his words, has Al only returned the services? The good he did was just a sign of gratitude to him for helping.

Somehow Daisha's heart throbbed in pain, as if stabbed in pain. He looked down, quickly turned back to step first leaving Al who was still flinching there.

"Wait, Brother!" Laila's voice prevented Al from stepping.

Laila probed the man in front of her, both hands ruffled around her waist like a bodyguard facing off against her master's enemy.

"What's wrong?" Al looked confused.

"I noticed it looks like Big Brother has other intentions with my big brother? What's?" sue Laila while poking.

"W-what? I have no other intentions towards you guys" Al was nervous.

"Don't lie! Tell me what's your purpose in approaching Brother? Say it!"

Laila gripped the collar of Al's shirt firmly. Laila's unexpected actions, made Al's head throb.

"Aragh!" Al held his head, whimpering in pain.

The surprised Laila took off a quick check of her hand, confused by what happened to Al.

"My head .. hurts!" al's moaning grew stronger holding his head.

The trajectory of events that showed strangers crammed into Al's head. Panicked Laila searches for Daisha, and drags her to Al's place.

"Why him?" pekik Daisha was surprised to hear Al's agonizing groans.

He walked forward while groping the air, searching for Al's whereabouts. The holding of the two hands of the man who is still squeezing hair, moans and roars of breath hunting makes Daisha know Al is not okay.

"Sir, what's wrong? Relax, Brother! Take a deep breath!" daisha said as she felt Al's sweaty face.

"My head .. ah, it hurts! My head ...." Al is back. The shadows of the people milling about in his mind continued to stick out to the surface.

Al screamed in rebellion, his body falling with Daisha who was shocked and unable to maintain the balance of his legs.

"Sister!" Laila screams in shock, he comes to them and helps Daisha get out of Al's body.

Al stopped screaming, hunting the air greedily to reduce his pain.

"Sister, are you okay? Is it calmer?" daisha asked with an anxious look on her face.

The pain in his head slowly disappeared, Al was filled with Daisha's kindness. He opened his eyes to see the woman who fell with him. His breath is still stingy, the feeling of dizziness is still felt even though it has been reduced.

"You ... are you okay?" al asked a little guilt.

"I'm good, Brother how?" Daisha and Laila help her to sit up, she shakes her head to shake off the pain of the sudden memory.

The scene where someone gripped the collar of his shirt was clearly visible, only the face of the person was invisible.

"I don't know, all of a sudden my head hurts" Al said, recalling anything that had just crossed his memory.

"Is that a memory? Brother already remembered who and where did Brother come from?" daisha's attack is shaking. Anxiety came suddenly, slowly turning into fear.

"I don't know if it's a memory or not" Al said.

"Yes, don't be forced. We should go back home, the day is also hot, flower orders must be delivered immediately," said Daisha while groping for the whereabouts of his cane.

Al grimaced, the broken stick might hit the rocks there. Oh, it's just a wooden stick that's supposed to be sturdy and not easily broken.

"Your wand is broken" said Al regretfully.

Laila glared in dislike, staring at Al sharply and threateningly as the man looked up to her.

"It's okay, I can buy it again. After all it was just a wood, I also memorized the way to the house" Daisha said as she moved from the ground and turned herself around.

He even refused to be led by Laila, walking alone as if he wanted to prove he was still walking even without a cane. Al squeezed the wooden stick, promising inwardly to replace it with a better one.

"Laila, you take care. Let me and Daisha deliver this flower order, "prevent Al when Laila is about to sit on the steering wheel.

"Yes, you've been working hard all this time. Brother is fine, stay here, yes" Daisha said from inside the car.

The woman spoke, but her gaze remained forward because it was useless that she could not see.

"Yes already." Laila grunt.

"Be careful, you must stay alert to strangers coming. Brother feels like there's been someone watching our flower shop lately" Daisha recalled.

"Yes, Brother."

Al closed the door, the car drove slowly towards an address on a piece of paper.

"You're sure your flower shop is being watched?" tanya Al made sure.

"I don't know, it's just my feeling. Some days I feel like I'm being watched by someone, but I don't know if it's just me or if it's there" said Daisha, who has a more sensitive feeling than others.

"I'll find out, you take it easy. I won't let anything happen to you nor the flower shop" promised Al sure and without hesitation.

Daisha smiled, a smile that always made the world of Al showered with beautiful flowers. Both feel warm on the face, slowly creeping up to the heart.

"Well, Miss Daisha is always on time. Here's the payment, happy to work with you," said the customer who ordered the flowers.

Daisha received the money and smiled, she felt the money and nodded slowly. However, in contrast to Al, the man's forehead frowned seeing the amount of money paid was not in accordance with the interest he ordered.

"Wait on! Are you sure you're not wrong to give money? I think the money you gave is far from enough to pay our flowers" Al protested.

Is it because Daisha is a blind girl, so easily she cheats. However, the touch on his arm made Al turn to the girl.

"Oh, we're leaving. This is more than enough" he said, bowing to the customer and turning around while pushing Al's body.

"Wait, Sha! Wait, the money you received wasn't enough, he tricked you," cried Al as he rebelled trying to release Daisha's check.

"I've said this is more than enough. What are you gonna ask for again?" the mouth remained soft, but the checks on the hands grew tighter.

"Aw! Why are you blocking me so tightly? Sick," Al whined. He felt a slight pain in his wrist that Daisha blocked.

The girl laughed, there was absolutely no burden to be heard from her voice. Al was getting confused, moreover he did not want to say the reason. Daisha got into the car with her lips pulled up.

Not long after Al, while holding his wrists that felt pained. The car drove back to the flower shop.

"Stop! Stop right here!"

"What's wrong? It's still not there," said Al did not stop his feet stepping on the brake.

Daisha got down and without waiting for Al she continued to walk closer to the tavern from the other direction. The voice of a man who threatened Laila, was heard by Al. Daisha has a high level of sensitivity.

"Wait here!" he told Al, while he continued to approach the man who faced Laila.

His sensitive ears hear the sound of sharp objects ready to be swung. As fast as lightning, Daisha swung a wooden bar to beat the man back.

"Go! I know you've been watching our store all along. If you're looking for trouble, then you've been misplaced." Daisha lifted the wood, accusing the man.

Without saying anything, he turned around and left. Daisha's hands fumbled through the air looking for Laila's whereabouts.

"You okay? Did he hurt you?" tanyanya after successfully cupping the face of the sister.

"No, Brother. Lucky for you guys to come quickly, the man asked about Kak Al. It seems like she wants to do something to him, sister," Laila said as she glanced at Al who came out slowly.

Seeing Daisha's bold action, a sense of awe and love grew more fertile in his heart. She's a brave, tough, independent girl.

"Sha!"

They're looking.

"It's not a good time, but I want to get closer to you. I want to take care of you, if my memory has fully recovered, will you stay with me?" pinta Al in earnest.

Both were jolted, but the presence of Al was very helpful especially when there were fraudulent customers.

"You're ready, aren't you?"

Daisha lowered her head, Laila glanced at him. Whatever Daisha's decision, she will follow. Remembering Al's kindness, Daisha's heart hesitated. Is it necessary to leave the place and come with Al? But what about his family? Will they accept?