Nisa For Abi
What kind of call?
"Ready?" abi asked, paying little attention. Either sincere, or only if seen by others. Nisa doesn't care, which is clear they have a deal that they will live with.
"Sir Abi?" call Nisa, looking at her future husband who is focusing on the streets.
"What's wrong?" the cold.
"Just want to ask. But... It's not so." Nisa lowered her head again.
"Ask, if you want to ask. Don't add to your life's burden, just keep the questions for me."
"What's the reason you're not married at this age?"
"You think I'm old? Why question age?"
"No, just asking. I heard, you have refused many times matchmaking" said Nisa. He really doesn't need answers anymore. Just sighed, and looked back to the front of the road.
Abi was silent. No more answering questions from Nisa. The situation returned silent and so silent, that they finally arrived at the hospital, where Grandma was treated.
"That's Grandma," pointed Nisa, at a frail body with various tools inside. Not to forget, the sound of the monitor that always tells him the heartbeat of the Grandmother is often unstable lately.
"You're coup? Hhh, the world is so narrow," Abi rubbed on his forehead.
"Siang, Nisa." said a nurse, who happened to know Nisa. He came in friendly, with a white envelope in his hand.
"Here, there's a notice from the hospital. Sorry, just told you." he added, giving the envelope to Nisa.
With trembling hands, Nisa grabbed him. However, Abi first took it from the nurse.
"I'm Nisa's husband-to-be. And all of Grandma's care expenses, I'll bear. Do your best, "pinta Abi, by reading each of the contents of the cost details.
"Sir.... Expensive?" ask Nisa, a little bit of a fret.
"Lumayan" replied Abi. "I'm in the pay section, you're here. Don't go anywhere." pinta Abi. Nisa nodded, and sat down on the waiting chair available there. In fact, Abi did not tell him how much he had to pay at this time.
"Yes, I sold myself. At least, I was his legal wife later. Especially?" he murmured inwardly, staring at the new shoes that Abi had first bought for him. In fact, he didn't know what Abi meant to buy him.
Footsteps are heard. Abi returned, pocketing a payment bill. Curious to see, but Abi did not reveal how many. Just a lot, that was Abi's answer to Nisa.
"We can't give Grandma permission. The doctor forbade us to go inside" Abi said.
"Yes, it doesn't seem necessary." replied Nisa.
"Well, pack your things, and we move into my house." Abi held Nisa's hand, making the girl's heart beat with such a powerful rhythm.
"The way is not to be sparse, not to be chased." lamented Nisa, who is difficult to adjust her footsteps with the footsteps of Abi's feet.
"Sir, the steps are very long. One footstep Father, three steps me." he said.
"Still calling Father, to your future husband?" look at Abi, who is bending over and looking at Nisa's face.
Gluey! Nisa swallowed her saliva. The look in his eyes was indeed sharp, with his eyebrows forming perfectly. Honey, it's still so cold.
"Sa-I have to call what?" ask Nisa, nervous.
"Close," replied Abi. He reaffirmed his body, and walked leisurely towards the car parked neatly in the hospital courtyard. Nisa follows him again, running with small steps and immediately enters following Abi in her car.
"Abang, Brother, Husband, Mas. Or, Honey?"
"Eitz! Stop. Just go, another jagan. Especially, the last one, okay?" cut Abi.
"But, will people see?"
"Pronounce when necessary."
"All right," nods Nisa.
The journey back is silent. Nisa just stood still and leaned back in her car seat by eating the food sent by the prospective in-laws. Looks so delicious. Or, because he rarely eats such good food.
"You can eat on the way?"
"Once in a while, usually I can't. Kan Nisa's on the motor." she replied casually, and was busy chewing her food.
Abi just shook his head, and refocused on the steering wheel. Staring at his atmosphere in front of the seemingly a little quiet, until He freely mastered the streets at a fairly high speed.
" You live here?" abi asked, when he arrived at a very simple house owned by Grandma Nisa.
"Yes, why? Ugly?"
"No. I used to live in a small, narrow house" he replied.
Nisa started to clean up some of her clothes. Not much, because Nisa can't afford a lot of stuff. Most importantly for him, it only has to be neat when going to work.
"Just leave, I'll buy you a new one" Abi said.
"No need, it's still wearable."
However, Abi again clasped his hand.
"Stay," he said, with a sharp and cold gaze as usual.