Nisa For Abi
I'll accompany Nisa
"Bi, how?" Usa shocking.
"I'm here. I'm gonna tuggu Nisa, so I can. Like her, you'll have a hard time, later." Abi replied.
"Aah, finally," Nisa heaved a sigh of relief. Just now He felt like he was holding back the wind, but it was so hard for Him to let out.
"Hmm, alright," replied Dita, who seemed dissatisfied with the decision. He hoped, at least Abi left them to talk. "Is it so hard, leaving him, Bi?"
Nisa said goodbye, changing her clothes again. Leaving behind Dita and Abi, who seemed to be chatting through their eyes.
"I don't know their problems, their past, what their hearts are. But, if Bu Dita loves Pak Abi, why did Pak Abi not marry Mba Dita only? Why me instead?" the mess, while opening the dress, one by one.
Nisa comes out again, approaching Abi and Dita who are sitting together on the available sofa. Abi was silent, constantly staring at his screen. While Dita, enjoy the snacks available. Apparently, when he tried several times to feed Abi, but the man refused.
"Ish, look for attention." annoyed Nisa from a distance. He walked at a fast tempo, and approached the two at that place.
"Mas, already." he said flatly.
Abi just turned his gaze on Dita without saying a word. And Dita, fully understood what Abi had ordered through her telepathy.
Dita stood up, took a stick and brought it to Nisa.
"Come," asked Dita, heading right in front of a large glass that was there.
"That's what's it doing?" nisa asked, looking awkward.
Dita didn't reply. He simply flipped Nisa's body to back him. Grabbing Nisa's arm so that the two bend backwards, and make a space that is parallel on both sides. He also tucked the stick there, making Nisa's posture instantly firm and slightly flickering.
"Road," Dita shook one head, coding at Nisa.
The girl complies. Walking with the cane still overtaken on both of his arms. Dita is serious, teaching tub is training to become a professional model. Slowly, though Nisa limped and nearly fell. But he was so happy when he could do it well.
"Wear this," Dita gives a heels, so that Nisa immediately replace it.
His legs were cramped, even felt scuffed with all that exercise. But, Dita educated him hard.
"You, after marriage, will go with Abi, wherever she goes. Meeting, party, meeting, or other. All are elite there. Graceful footsteps, good table manner, neat fashion. They will all be valued. Moreover, you as a wife... Abizar," said Dita, slightly cut off at the end.
Nisa grimaced in pain, as she felt increasingly sore. Sizzling, and whimpering in between his exercises.
" Let's go home, "take Abi, who immediately comes to pull Nisa's arm.
" Bentar, Nisa hasn't gone well. They will not be able to do as they want. Later, Mas who became the talk of people," refused Nisa, trying to keep going even though she was trained.
"Nisa, it's Nisa." pinta Abi. However, Nisa still desperately walked over to the big glass.
Abi silently walked quickly to Nisa. Reversing the girl's body, and immediately gathered to open her heels. Abi put his head in any place, and stood back to look at Nisa with his sharp gaze.
"If it hurts, say it hurts. Why survive if it hurts you?"
"By... Um, demi... For Mas Abi's sake" Nisa replied, biting her lower lip.