Mohabbat
Another Intruder

"How did you hurt, baby? I heard your wounds bleeding again," asked Areta as she landed her buttocks on the chair beside Daisha's bed.

The woman on the bed was smiling, she was not looking anywhere because everywhere her eyes moved only a visible fog. Oh, what a pity.

"I don't know myself, it was exactly when Brother Dareen came. My legs are throbbing pain, I think it's okay. Apparently, the stitches are open again," Daisha replied while remembering the pain she felt earlier.

Areta leaned slightly forward, staring at the face that always looked the same. The hollow and empty eyes were pitiful, anyone who met him would definitely sneer. She was beautiful, but lost to perfection because of human greed.

"You have to leave that house. Stay anywhere because in the house there is no happiness for you, baby," said Areta while rubbing Daisha's sweaty forehead.

Daisha is stunned, it is true that in that house he never found happiness except with Dareen. There is only pain and suffering he gets from envy and spite of the people in it. So terrible is that one disease.

One would do all sorts of ways to treat the spiteful disease in his heart. Whatever it was, the most important thing for her was to satisfy after seeing the person she hated suffer.

"I don't know, Auntie. I don't live there myself. After all, for some time none of them bothered me. I don't know, are they not interested or are they planning another plan? It's only they themselves who know" Daisha said, recalling everything that happened at home.

Since his struggle with Cakra at the back of the house, none of them bothered him. Perhaps because Alejandro's name was called, they were reluctant to tease. Or maybe they are preparing something big to surprise him. Who knows?

Daisha is just a blind girl, having limitations in doing things. They are not perfect and can do anything.

"Well, we don't know what's going to happen in the future. This is only according to Auntie, before the operation is done you should stay away from them. There was a lot of evil in there," Areta's advice worried about her niece's circumstances.

Daisha was again stunned, so he asked Dareen to keep it a secret about the donor. Not rule out the possibility when all that is known, they will do all kinds of ways to prevent surgery.

"You're right, Auntie. I feel that way too. I don't know, we'll see in the future," concluded Daisha ended the chat.

Drowsiness comes back attacking, creeping in the fertilizer. Areta helps him lie down and covers the body. He himself will sleep on the sofa, just in case other crimes will come unexpectedly.

The night was late, everyone was washed away. Including Daisha and Areta who fell asleep in a dreamland. In the midst of the silence, a body came to settle. Peering from room to room looking for the whereabouts of a person.

He was dressed all in black, something perched on the tip of his head. Many times the head turned his head back and forth before peeking at the contents of the room from the small glass on the door.

His smile rose when he found what he was looking for. A cloth is removed from the head to cover the face. He opened the door slowly, slowly stepping almost without a sound. Daisha and Areta were both jolted in the dreamland.

The two women did sleep, but they were always vigilant even in their sleep. Sometimes unwanted things come unexpectedly. A crime of the nature of a person's spite. Evil at night, where everyone is asleep and lost consciousness.

Areta pretends to be on the couch, and Daisha is in her bed. Every now and then the badass woman opened her eyes peering at him who was creeping silently towards Daisha's bed.

Ants. How dare you come to your prey's nest. What do you want to do with my little girl?

Areta muttered inwardly, preparing to catch the criminal wet. An unknown figure who was standing next to Daisha's bed. His eyes blocked on the peaceful face below.

"You're innocent, but your presence really gets in the way of me. Why don't you just die? Why go back alive and well. You're a bitch, but take it easy tonight I'm gonna end it all. Everything ... You'll never see again."

Without realizing it Areta had been sitting cross-legged, both hands folded on her stomach. He smiled while watching.

The figure began to insert the syringe into the bottle cap. Pull the liquid inside until collected and ready to be injected. He will inject fluid in the infusion tube where the usual inclusion of drugs.

Slowly his body bent down, palpating Daisha's infused hand preparing to enter the strange liquid.

"Hallo, Sir. What the hell are you doing? How can a doctor wear a face mask?" rebuking Areta suddenly.

The figure was surprised instead of playing, his head was raised, the eyes covered in cloth were widened. Didn't expect his actions to be known.

Under him, Daisha reacted. Keep your hands away from injection needles carefully. He knew it was a toxic liquid that if it entered the skin would certainly destroy the life cells inside him.

"I am in front of you, sir. Will the doctor settle like that when entering the patient's room? Just this time I found a doctor acting strangely like you. Do you have any strange habits, Doctor? Well, to scare the patient or to comfort him?"

The figure growled, he looked at Areta who was seen sitting relaxed while biting her nails. The sleeping robe she was wearing was revealed, revealing both parts of the thighs that were so white and smooth. At first glance, she does look like a comfort woman.

The liquid involuntarily seeps from the tip of the syringe. Dropped on a bed sheet near Daisha. The blind woman kicked him until he retreated and fell down because of his unpreparedness to withstand the attack.

Daisha sat down, and Areta quickly stood up from her chair. The figure stood upright, a puff of smoke sprouting from his head.

"Bad! You must die tonight!" snarl. The voice Daisha wanted to hear was disguised due to the pressure of the cloth on her lips.

"Lay, Daisha. Let Auntie play with her" Areta said as she approached Daisha's bed.

The figure ran up to Daisha's bed, preparing to inject the liquid into her. However, Areta's body floated quickly through the bed, kicking her chest back backwards even though it did not fall like before.

Areta stood up while smiling seductively, she did not look panicked at all. The figure attacked again, Areta quickly caught the hand holding the syringe. Turn it around until it falls on the floor.

She screams in pain, but before Areta's hand reaches the cover of her face, she manages to release the hand from the woman's grip. He also managed to kick Aunt Daisha's stomach back a few steps.

Feeling that there was a chance, the figure behind the mask dashed out quickly.

"Don't be chased, Auntie. Let it go, it seems I know who she is," Daisha's sergeant discourages Areta from pursuing him.

The woman snorted, returning to the sofa with her lips extending forward.

"But I'm sure I can go after him" he was not happy.

Daisha chuckled, she knew what her aunt was like. It must have looked funny when he was grumbling like he was today.