The Forsaken Heart Flakes
Chapter 53

Raka obeyed her mother's order to enter the house. However, the man immediately walked into his room and chose to remain silent there. Santi's mother only took a deep breath when she saw how her son's attitude had suddenly changed after returning home from work. Even though when leaving for the factory this morning, Raka's mood was still as usual and showed absolutely no sadness or emotion.

Oh my God .. What really happened to my son? Why did his attitude suddenly change after coming home from work? Is there something that makes his heart piqued while at work? mother Santi's mind while staring at the door of her son's room that was closed tightly.

Meanwhile, Raka is now sitting in the single seat in her room. He shook his head and closed his eyes and recalled the words of security when he suddenly met him and said that one of his employees had resigned suddenly.

"Nadira, what's the reason you suddenly left like this? Are you doing this to avoid your husband again? Where the hell did you go? What about Tiara? Are you guys in there okay? Where should I catch up with you?" raka asked himself while muttering.

Actually Raka can guess this has something to do with the problem last night when the Danu family suddenly kidnapped Tiara from Nadira. However, Raka does not know where Nadira went to take Tiara.

"I hope I can find you soon. I'm really worried about you two" he muttered again.

***

Elsewhere, Nadira awakens when the clock has shown at 12:00 p.m. He was indeed used to waking up at such a time, perhaps another reason because he also felt anxious about his current whereabouts unknown to his family.

"Mother, Sister Faisal, have you heard the news of my departure from there? Can you guess where I am here? Do you have any intention of following me here?" nadira asked as she looked at the face of her daughter who was sound asleep. Perhaps because of the soy sauce on the way, the baby was very slumbering and not at all fussy.

Nadira got up from her bed and chose to sit there. He was no longer able to close his eyes after waking up. The atmosphere in the village was so quiet that Nadira could hear the sound of wind blowing from outside the window.

"Gosh ... I should be able to rest tonight because I was too tired on the road this afternoon, but why does it feel like these eyes are not sleepy at all?" Nadira rubbed his face violently.

The woman moved towards the one she kept beside the bed. He chose to perform the evening prayer and complained to the Almighty.

***

The sound of the dawn adhan. Nadira immediately closed the Qur'an he had read and immediately performed the prayers of the two rakaat. At the moment he is in someone else's house, so Nadira must be alert and know more when there.

After the dawn prayer, Nadira immediately tidied up his prayer equipment and put all the items he had taken out in his bag. After everything returned neat, Nadira came out of the room and approached Ibu Nurul who was apparently already in the kitchen.

"Sorry, ma'am .. Can I help you?" nadira asked when she saw the middle-aged woman was busy.

"Nothing, Madam Nadira. Thanks for the offer, but Nadira didn't have to do anything. Let me be," refused Ibu Nurul.

"It's okay, Mom. My daughter's still asleep, so let me help Mom first" she said.

Nurul's mother smiled and received energy assistance from Nadira. He asked the young woman to help him cook. Coincidentally every Friday, there will be a clean-up environment with other residents. So, Ibu Nurul who will prepare all the dishes for the workers.

"Formerly, thank you for helping Mom, Nadira said. Hopefully later if there is a house that wants Mbak to live in, Mbak can feel comfortable in this village," said Ibu Nurul.

"Thank you for the prayer, Mom. I hope so too" said the young woman.

"Sir, I'm sorry I stayed a while. It seems to be my husband and my first child" Nurul's mother told Nadira.

"Oh, yes please, ma'am."

Nadira refocused on her job currently frying tempeh and allowed the homeowner to meet her new husband and son.

"Oh, yes .. I forgot to ask, has anyone here been selling yellow rice?" muttered the woman.

Nadira had intended to use the remaining money of his savings for him to use business capital to open a yellow and fried rice stall. He had to think of a way to survive there while keeping his infant daughter alone. So anything will be done by that woman.

While it was ....

"Mom, I just saw the door of the guest room open, there's a baby still sleeping, whose child is it?" asked Ibu Nurul's son named Andri, he was almost as human as Nadira only a few months apart.

"Oh, that's .. her grandson the late Mother Endang. He intends to move here with his daughter" replied Ms. Nurul.

"Mother's Grandchildren Endang? Meaning Nadira?" ask Pak Gahar who is the husband of Ibu Nurul. He was her best friend Nadira's father, so she remembered her best friend's daughter was named Nadira.

"Yes, sir," said Ms. Nurul justifying her husband's question.

"Oh. What's the matter with him coming here?" ask Mr. Gahar again.

"Mom knows for sure. But he just said he wanted to find a rented house and live here" replied Ibu Nurul.

Mr. Gahar and Andri only nodded their heads when they heard the middle-aged woman's reply. Shortly after the three family members chatted, from the kitchen Nadira came to approach the three.

"I'm sorry, my arrival interrupted your conversation" said Nadira, who felt bad for the family as she suddenly came from the kitchen.

"It's okay. After all we are not talking about important issues" said Ibu Nurul while rising from her seat and approaching Nadira. She brought the woman before her son and husband to be introduced.

"Sir Nadira, this is my first husband and son, his name is Andri" Ibu Nurul said.

Nadira nodded with a friendly smile at the pair of father and son. "My name is Nadira. My daughter and I intend to stay in this village" said the words while expressing the intention of her arrival.

"Oh, yes .. yes, Ma'am. My name is Mr. Gahar. I know your late father and late Mother Endang. So you do not need to hesitate," replied Mr. Gahar.

Nadira also lowered his head, assuring the words of Mr. Gahar. Unlike only you who just look at Nadira without saying a word. The man who was secretly paying attention to Nadira's appearance. However, it was only for a moment because Mr. Gahar immediately realized the behavior of his son.

"Don't fuck around, Ndri!" the middle-aged man whispered in his son's ear.