Mohabbat
Nightmare

In front of two mounds of land, in a field that is not as large as a cemetery. A funeral is not like a funeral in general. There are only a few tombs that are well maintained, the grass is trimmed neatly, no leaves are falling dirty.

"Is this a family funeral? You still remember this place so much, that means you moved town not too long ago?" dareen asked shortly after they offered prayers for both Daisha's parents and their ancestors.

"Well, let's take a break at the villa first. There was Deni sir and his wife who took care of this place" Daisha said, inviting them to a building not far from the cemetery.

Dareen frowned confused, to hire people to be caretakers of the tomb must be at a cost that is not small. Where did Daisha get the money to pay the workers at the funeral? A big question mark now demands an answer. However, Dareen reluctantly asked, worried that Daisha would be offended.

"Then, when both my parents died, I was taken care of by my elderly uncle. I sold the house and built the building here. He lives with his uncle and his wife. I learned to be strong, but uncle also left me. Then the accident took my world. If no Deni and his wife ever reminded me of God, maybe I'd be with them." Daisha sighed remembering the pain she had experienced.

Slowly, but surely the trauma that had been controlling him began to disappear even though it was still felt. In front of the building, two people greeted their arrival.

Dareen was stunned to hear that poignant story again, he glanced at the girl beside him who was walking like an ordinary person. Then, glanced at the two middle-aged who were standing in front of the building with embedded smiles.

"Welcome, Miss! We're so glad you're back here. Come!" greet the two with a polite bowed body.

Laila who had just arrived the same as Dareen, stared at the building. He did not think Daisha was still so strong considering the place he had long left.

"Thank you for taking care of this place, sir, Mom." Daisha bowed despite not knowing where the middle-aged second position was.

Mr. Deni and his wife looked at each other, the young lady did not change. It's still the same as before.

"Don't hesitate, Miss. We are happy to do it," said Deni's wife full of days.

Daisha smiled and nodded slowly. He invited the two of them to rest in the building. Spryly, the wife of Deni ggas served drinks to the table where they sat.

Laila still looked up, staring around the villa decorated with various unique paintings. The two-story building was not very large, but quite comfortable because of its clean and neat condition.

"How's your life, Miss? Why not just stay here? We are lonely" asked Deni after a long silence.

They sat on the living room couch. No need to look for beauty anymore because just glancing at the window, the eyes will be spoiled by the view of various flower plants are well maintained.

Daisha sighed, in fact, she wanted to live there. Building a family business that he just left behind. It's just that, with the condition of his eyes blind, he will only get scorn and humiliation. Be her go and live independently, met with Laila, the teenage girl who loves her so much.

"My life is fine. I was accompanied by a sister there, we sold flowers to make a living. Maybe someday, I'll come back here, but I don't know when." Daisha is sad.

Both hands squeezed a stick that was never far from him. Suppressing the missing trauma upsets the calm.

"Just stay here, you must be tired if you have to come back today. The journey is not close, is it?" pinta Deni's wife after seeing a tired look on Daisha's face, even though she was holding back the overflowing turmoil.

"True, stay, Daisha. I know you're tired. Tomorrow I come home, I want you to meet him first. Please!" Dareen pleaded as she clasped the girl's hand and placed it on her chest.

Daisha gamang, on the other hand he wants to stay a few days there, but the other side is worried that if too long the trauma will return and he gets out of control. Laila understood what her brother was feeling. He is not tired, but he is restless.

"Replease, Daisha. I beg you, after meeting Father I promise to take you home straight away. Please, Daisha, stay overnight."

****

"You're a traitor, Damian! Why are you doing all that? Do you want to enjoy those benefits alone, huh?"

The thunderbolt greeted the high-pitched voice of a man that night. The man with the extinguished red face was almost blackened. His chest rumbled violently, emotions had reached their peak. Meanwhile, the other man looked confused, as if he did not know anything about the problem.

"Traitorous? Whatchu mean? I really don't understand. We can talk about this all right, right? You can ask me, and I'll explain. Not like this, you just confuse me," said the man named Damian.

He raised his hand about to touch his friend's shoulder, but was brushed off quickly and fiercely. The two men's hands clenched tightly, eyes red, jaws tightened firmly.

"No! You betrayed our agreement, you leaked a secret that only we should have known. You know, it's very valuable to me. Maybe not because you have everything. Just think, Damian, I pioneered everything from scratch!" snapped the man in flames.

Damian shook his head, his lips smiling faintly. He approached and ventured to touch his friend's shoulder.

"You misunderstand me, I never divulge any secrets to anyone. Trust me. There's no way I'm betraying the agreement let alone our friendship" Damian said in a calm manner.

"Lied!" He shook his hand, "they gave me all the evidence. Proof you've betrayed. You ruined everything, Damian. You ruined everything." He cried out disappointment.

Dor's!

****

"ARGHH!"

Daisha awoke from her sleep with a gasp of breath, sweat soaking her face all over her body. The nightmare came again, the beginning of the destruction of his life.

"Sister!" When Laila awakens, she takes a glass of water and gives it to Daisha.

"Drink first, Brother."

With trembling hands, Daisha took the glass and drank it. However, it also does not help relieve tightness in the chest. A dark event that always frightened him. He was crying hysterically, calling his father and mother.

"Quiet, Brother. Is my brother dreaming again? Brother must be calm," said Laila as she rubbed Daisha's trembling back.

"I don't know, it was too real. It was as if it had just happened in front of my eyes. Mom and Dad, leave me alone."

Laila hugged her body as Daisha's cries grew hysterical. The blind girl continued to fumble about the murder of her parents. The dark night gripped, thunderbolts struck incessantly.

Laila doesn't know what to do, she just quietly listens to the terrible story told by Daisha. It took an hour, until the girl's cries subsided and calmed down.

"We should sleep again, brother. It was all just a dream, Big Brother must be strong. Brother can't lose. Let me turn the pillow over, said the person after we had a nightmare the pillow must be reversed so as not to repeat itself," said Laila, flipping the pillow that Daisha will sleep on.

They returned to cuddle up while hugging.