THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
Forced Pick Up

Being able to get out of a wheelchair is one of Sabia's hopes after the accident shattered all her dreams. Of course, being able to look back is also a hope that is no less important. But for now, Sabia was already happy enough to be able to walk despite still having to use a cane. After all, he is blind and will need the stick wherever he goes later.

While enjoying the afternoon air, Sabia grasped a mobile phone giving Hari in the back garden of the house which became her favorite place. He could feel the twilight sunlight that warmed his face and parts of his body that were not covered by threads. He recalled the words of Hari that explained the function of each button on his phone.

"When you press the number 1 long enough, you will automatically connect to my number. Number 2 is my Mama's number and number 3 and 4 are your Mama and Dad's numbers. Understood?!"

Sabia opened the flip of her phone and fumbled at the numbers that her sister-in-law had already described.

"When you press this round button, this is a voice instruction that will display the application you will choose. Suppose you want to listen to the radio or want to browse, you just watch the sound instructions then automatically this button will open the application for you, Bia."

The round button was now palpated by Sabia's fingers. He smiled happily while imagining his days would come back cheerful. After a mellow morning because the Emperor did not come home again last night, but his afternoon when he could take off the cast and get the gift of Hari was the happiest part in his heart.

The noisy sounds in the distance disturbed Sabia's daydream, she began to focus on sharpening her hearing. The goals of the very familiar voice sounded closer and closer. Sabia stood up from the garden chair.

"Dad! Mama!!"

"Biaaaa ..." Bu Darma's cry from the living room rang out loud all the way to the back garden.

Mr. Darma followed his wife who was running in a hurry, followed by Bik Yati who was also flushed behind him. At first glance they appear to be playing a chase like in an Indian film. If Sabia could see, maybe she would laugh until her stomach aches.

"Mama!" Sabia spread her arms, before long a warm embrace embraced her body.

"Bia, Mama misses Bia! You're healthy, aren't you, son?" asked Bu Darma after breaking his embrace.

Sabia smiled and nodded quickly. "Dad ..." Sabia stretched out her arms again expecting a hug from the man she loved so much more than anything.

"Sabia!" Mr. Darma hugged his daughter's tiny body with a sense of longing. "Why are you here alone? Where are the people in this house?"

"Sorry, Sir. I'm a person, loh!" Bik Yati shows his hand as Mr. Darma watches around the magnificent Mahaputra family home.

Sabia giggles. "It's this hour everyone still hasn't come home from work, Dad. If Papa Syailendra and Mama Mira are abroad, just yesterday left!"

"The emperor's coming home is always night?" bu Darma asked as she led her daughter to sit in the gazebo.

"Yes. He's always this back overtime, Ma," Sabia said. He had no other choice, could not tell his parents the truth, could the Emperor be thrown again into prison.

Bik Yati who had since been ignored could only stand not far from the three of them. He still carrying a bag containing souvenirs from Mama Sabia. It was her daughter's favorite cake.

"Working day too?" ask Ms. Darma again curious.

"Yes. He was even busier than the Emperor. I rarely go home!"

"Belg!"

Day's voice from the living room made Sabia's eyeballs perfectly round. Everyone in the garden turned their heads quickly to the owner of the voice.

"Yes, Sir! Aunt in the back!" Bik Yati shouted no less loudly, making Mr. Darma and Bu Darma shocked and shocked when watching the interaction of employers and unique domestic servants in this house.

Before long, Hari appeared and looked surprised when she saw Sabia's parents. With keki he approached them and greeted Mr. Darma and Bu Darma politely.

Day wails, overtime? Rarely home?? Was Bia not mistakenly mentioned? It should be the Emperor who is more deserving of these two habits.

"Oh, yes. I just went home to take a shower, after this I will go back to the office again, Auntie," said Hari reasoned.

Miss Darma nodded. She looked at her silent husband.

"So everyday Sabia lives alone in a house this big?"

"Not alone, sir. There was me and a few other workers inside" Bik Yati said.

Mr. Darma exhaled in a ruffled breath. During her stay at home, Sabia never felt lonely even though she was an only child. Mr. Darma and Bu Darma always try to divide the time to accompany Sabia chatting or activities. In addition, there is also Memey who is ready 24 hours to accompany Sabia.

"Hmm, you're not always alone, Om. If there is Mama usually this afternoon Sabia chat with Mama." The day began to panic, Mr. Darma's expression did not look relaxed.

"Dad, Sabia wasn't lonely! There is Bik Yati who always nemenin Bia anytime and anywhere. Isn't that right, Bik?"

"Yes, right, sir. Sometimes I also nemenin Non Bia sleep if Mr. Kai—" Bik Yati closed his lips with a kiss, it seems like he was talking too much this time.

"What's the Emperor, Bik?" look at Bu Darma.

Bik Yati glanced towards Hari who now seemed to be massaging her increasingly throbbing dizzy forehead.

"I'll bring Sabia home! It seems like this family is starting to get weird and unclear!" Mr. Darma pulled Sabia's hand and dragged her away.

With a flickering step, Sabia tried to compensate for her father's wide stride that was being hit by emotions.

"Dad, Bia doesn't want to go anywhere without the Emperor!"

"Let the Emperor pick you up at home! I want to have a lot of conversation with that guy!"

"But Dad ..."

"Of!" Hari blocked Mr. Darma's arm quickly to stop the scarcity. "Please don't be rash. It seems like it is just a matter of miscommunication. We can talk this through without having to take Brother Bia away!"

"Today's right, Dad. I just misunderstood and miscommunicated. Bia don't want to come, Dad!"

Mr. Darma brushed off Hari's hand and dragged Sabia away.

"Ma, call a cab. You take a taxi with Sabia. Let me motoran your own!"

"Om, let me drop you off, will you?!"

Ms. Darma grabbed Hari's arm and shook her head gently as the man turned his head. "It's okay, Son Hari. Don't worry, I'll have the Emperor pick Bia up at home, okay? His father seems to miss Sabia, please understand, yes ..."

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