Mohabbat
Meet Brother

Daisha inhales the urban aroma in the morning deeply. The ideals that he had long set, now he can be smitten too even though in an unexpected way.

His ears are aware of listening to the noise of vehicles, as well as songs played in shops. His head twitched to the right and to the left to the beat of the music that washed away.

I have also enjoyed this beauty. Long ago, when my eyes could still be used. I love to dance and sing. I want to go back to the times where I could enjoy all the beauty.

Daisha is spinning, both hands are moving like they are mimicking a dance. On the balcony of the second floor shophouse, he was enjoying the solitude. Just like in the past, the times when all his happiness has not been taken away by fate.

Dugh!

"Aw!"

Daisha complained while rubbing her knees that hit the balcony barrier. He slowly sat down while holding on to the iron buffer there.

Not realizing that two people down there were laughing at him.

"Ughh! It hurts so much" he lamented while rubbing his knees.

Daisha drops her head on the wall, brooding over the destiny she once went through. The shadow of her once happy life, formed a beautiful smile.

"I can't stay down in the past. I must be able to fight it, there is no way I will live forever under that fear. Well, I need to be stronger from now on" muttered Daisha determined to recover from past trauma.

He got up slowly, the intricacies of his new shop he had not memorized properly. Walking groped the air looking for a wooden stick to be able to descend to the first floor.

"Why are you here?" ask her to Dareen who had stood on the stairs.

"Ah, no. We accidentally heard the sound of the impact earlier, Laila was anxious and asked me to look over here," replied Dareen as she stared fixedly at the beautiful face of Daisha who suddenly met.

The girl lowered her head, slipping the mischievous hairs behind her ears.

"There's nothing, I'm just not used to this building. That's it, but you'll get used to it for a long time, too" Daisha said as she swung her wand forward to the first floor.

Dareen shook her head, trailing the girl behind.

"Oyes, Brother. Don't you have to deliver the order? Laila will also deliver another order, you just leave me to be on guard at the store," Daisha said, recalling two different orders of places, but delivery at the same time.

"You're right, I'll leave right now," Dareen replied speeding up his pace after retracing on the first floor.

Daisha sat in a chair, waiting for the customers to come. While arranging the flowers in the store to always look beautiful and attract buyers.

"Sister, is it okay our brother lives alone?" tanya Laila was worried about approaching Daisha who was sitting near the pile of flowers.

"What's wrong, go. The order must be delivered immediately" Daisha said with a smile.

Laila left on her motorcycle to deliver the flower order.

"Sha, I'll go first, yeah. You be careful at the store, just yell if something bothers you," Dareen said, making Daisha laugh at her last sentence.

"Yes, careful. Don't argue about paying with customers. They are our loyal customers" Daisha remembered.

Remembering the customer payment some time ago, Dareen heart left many questions about the payment is less in number.

Daisha is grateful for what he achieved at this time, yesterday's event was indeed a disaster, but also brought blessings. Maybe that's one of God's ways to help his people. He smiled, imagining the faces of his parents, he wanted to visit their graves.

"I feel like I haven't visited them in a long time. I miss them" Daisha murmured.

Unfortunately, he had to mentally prepare to visit there. Both tombs are in the city of Jakarta, the same city where Dareen lived. The city that had rewarded him a deep trauma.

"I'm definitely coming, Dad, Mom. Sure. Your son is a strong girl, I can definitely fight it all. I'm sure, just wait for me there, Dad, Mom. I miss you guys" Daisha said.

Meanwhile, Dareen was busy searching for the address listed on a piece of paper. Laila's handwriting. Dareen asked people, but they all showed it to a field surrounded by plantations and forests.

Dareen looked around, he did not even dare to get out of the car.

"I think this place is wrong. Did Laila write the wrong address or they were mistaken. There are no buildings here, only gardens and forests. Ck!" Dareen.

He prepared to return and report the address Laila gave him. Just then, a man dressed as a local. Like someone who is out there. He waved at Dareen, walking hurriedly towards the car.

"Oh, did he order these flowers? But for what?" Dareen muttered, his eyes were careful to see the arrival of the fat man earlier to be beside his car.

"Have you waited a long time, son?" ask him kindly.

"Sorry, did you order these flowers?" Dareen asked back while showing him the paper containing the address.

The middle-aged man looked at him, he nodded quickly with a smile.

"Right, it was me. Can you help me get it down?" said.

Dareen breathed a sigh of relief, but still she felt suspicious. Why were the flowers brought to a place where there were no buildings? Is there a funeral around?

Dareen went down, helped bring down the flowers that were not a little from his car.

"Sorry, Sir. Where are these flowers going, sir?" tanya Dareen was still hugging the flowers.

"Please take it to the forest there, where my family is waiting," he pointed to the right-hand forest.

Dareen squealed suspiciously, but the man had already left. He had to follow, entering a forest area that he had never been to.

"Sir, is it still a long time? I should be right back," asked Dareen, beginning to fidget.

"At the end of this forest, son. We want to sow flowers on the grave of our parents" replied the man as he continued to walk forward without looking back.

Suspicious, why am I nervous. Is he human? Oh, blimey! What if he's a creature and likes to prey on humans? Ah, no, no, Dareen. You're just making it up.

Dareen tried to shake off all his bad thoughts, trying to think positively because it was still daytime.

Exactly, just as he was sighing, someone smothered his mouth. Holding both hands behind the body, pulling them away. Dareen shouted, but nothing came out of his mouth, only a muttering sound could he let out.

"Take me off, you bastard!" dareen shouted as the man dressed in black who kidnapped him tied Dareen's body to a tree.

They were in another part of the forest, a field in front of which was a ravine. I don't know what the depth of the abyss is like.

"Take me off! What is your problem with me! You wimps!" Dareen yelled again as he thrashed to ask to be released.

However, the people who were dressed all in black in front of him, flinching did not heed Dareen's request.

Until one figure appeared, a man wore a black hoodie jacket, with a black hat and subdistrict covering part of his face.

Dareen stunned, he felt familiar with the figure. Dareen opened up the memory, looking for who the figure in front of him was.

"Sister!"