Nandithas
WANT TO WORK ABROAD

Sometimes in life we feel tired of what we live. Putting the fate line on a fateful destiny full of mystery.

Perhaps the fatigue that makes Nandita reluctant to seek the truth, even Gunadh who seemed to give up resigned to reach a story that is slowly destroyed.

Yesterday is a memory, will not be able to repeat despite regret begging to return.

For Nandita, if there is no more trust, what is love kept for? Gunadh's words made him realize, his love means nothing compared to a Namira whatever the reality.

For one day and one night he kept silent in his boarding house, finally he decided to face all alone.

"I'm sorry Dita can't bring mas Gunadh here tengokin grandpa." He said when he got to the hospital.

Grandpa Cakra was silent, not responding to the words of the grandson. His eyes looked straight at the ceiling of the hospital room.

"We grew up with the affection of our fathers, not once did they doubt Dita in every step that He took. Maybe grandfather does not know, Dita's affection for this family is also more than Dita's love for yourself. Whatever Dita will do to make dad happy, and feel proud of Dita." Nandita paused her sentence. Staring at the grandfather who was still unmoved, even though his eyeballs danced to and fro.

" But Dita is still an ordinary man. There are times when Dita is not aware of the road that Dita passes there are holes, pebbles, or even thorns. That makes Dita fall, stumble, or maybe get hurt. Makes you guys worry. But Dita was sure, Dita never went the wrong way. Will not be allowed to let this self get lost to make Dita's parents disappointed." Touching the grandfather's arm.

"Please believe what you hear from someone else's mouth. That's grandpa's right. What Dita wants to say, Dita was never a kekor actor ... Dita was not cruel that separated the child from his father, seizing happiness that is not Dita's right. Dad felt that. Like the stories we've heard since childhood. Dita doesn't want anyone else to feel what Dita's father feels." Dita said softly but pierced the heart of Grandpa Cakra. The old man felt slapped with the words of his grandson.

"We're saying goodbye to cake, sorry if you've disappointed my grandfather." He then left the room. Grandfather Cakra's room looked quiet, probably because it was still early in the morning.

While in the hallway, he meets Tasya and Aunt Sari. It appears they are carrying some plastic containing what Nandita believes is food. Grateful they said nothing, only glanced at each other and then each continued their steps like strangers.

After the hospital, the girl went to her parents' house.

The atmosphere of the house looks lonely. The girl knows, at this hour the father usually goes to the farm. This time the mother may also come.

"When will you come home?" Ask Malikha who just came from carrying the order.

"Just get to the deck. Where are you from?"

"So out of order reseller kak. Far away turned out to be the place, at the far side of the foot. Where Ikha herself is again to be there." Complain about the girl.

" Over deck ... Don't complain. What matters is the appropriate payment." Nandita said without getting off the living room sofa.

"Yes ... Oh yes brother once in a while come to the cake to our Kitchen, monitor employees so that their work spirit. This time Ikha brought souvenirs from sister, all on nanyain his boss." Malikha said as she spread her body beside Nandita.

"And you're the boss. You've been there every day, why are you there again? What matters is that everything goes well." Nandita Sahut

Upset, Malikha intends to tease her sister.

"I'll take over once, yeah, that brother's company." Chirped Malikha.

"You have taken over the deck ... The advantage is also more you dapet brother's appeal." Nandita Cibir.

"I work more than brother ..." Malikha defended herself.

"That's the map ... Consider it the investor's brother, you are the CEO of the company. All responsibility is in your hands. Brother Terim is done." Nandita glanced one eye at her sister.

While Malikha snorted to hear the brother's words. The CEO style of all, the new turnover of millions is not billions. Thought Micah.

Nandita smiled looking at Malikha's face which seemed to not accept. When his heart was broken like this, he was grateful to have a brother who could always provide entertainment.

In the afternoon, Santi's mother helped Malikha prepare dinner. While Nandita was still at home in her room earlier. Busy with a cell phone that never leaves his hand.

"Deck ... You want Aunt Eby's mom's friend?" Ask mother Santi while poking the lalapan seasoning.

"What is her husband from Turkey?"

Mother Santi nodded her head.

"Great cool him, open his own business know there. He made a rich restaurant there, typical Indonesian food." Said Santi proud.

"What people there can eat here Bun?"

"And there are many Asians deck ... His target market is our people who live there."

"Bune ... He's not looking for that employee? Ikha to donk ... Who knows if there's a guy bule." said the girl.

Tuk

Malikha's forehead was thrown by a raw cracker that was about to be fried by the mother.

"The same thing ..."

"You are weird."

"Sweird Bund? Who wouldn't want to get married the same way you try? Handsome, white, hold that for sure the currency is not rupiah bund ..."

"Why not rupiah, then? Are you ashamed of shopping with rupiah?" Mother Santi was getting upset.

"Not embarrassed or unblind ... But more foreign currency is more expensive in Indonesia."

They have been talking since. Random chat from Aunt Eby to foreign money prices in Indonesia.

"Call your brother there. We're having dinner." Tell Santi's mother.

Malikha also rushed to the room of the brother who is rarely locked if the owner is at home.

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"Relse ... Called mother. Dinner said."

"Just a second deck ..." The law from within.

Before long he appeared with his face.

They eat in silence. Father, mother, and Malikha looked at Nandita with question marks. Why is the girl still silent? Is Nandita's burden too heavy to deal with this?

"Mu ..." Mommy Santi called her son. But Darma's father prevented him through the eyes.

"Yes mother?" Ask Nandita.

"Any later." Sahut mother Santi gelagapan.

Then they continued eating in a quiet atmosphere.

After finishing dinner, as usual they will spend time chatting in front of the tv.

"Well, Bun, can't you say you're looking for a job outside?" Ask the girl doubtfully.

Suddenly Darma's father and Santi's mother were surprised by his son's words.

"For what? You want to avoid trouble?" Ask Darma's father emotions.

This is not his son, Nandita will not leave before the war is over.

Since Junior High, the girl was used to solving problems on her own. That's what made Darma's father believe him.

Nandita will not tell you if someone bullies, never complains when other children disturb, Nandita faces bravely even though she is a woman.

But now, his brave daughter was leaving. There is only a desperate Nandita, who is afraid to look at the world, just because of the slander she is called a third person.

That's what Darma's father sees now.

"Father was mistaken ... I don't run away from trouble."