The Shackles of Love are Lying
Memories

I remember the first time I met him. In a deserted street on the outskirts of the village ....

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Flass back

Cciyeet ... Brakkk. A car accidentally grazes a pitch-hooded girl who is casually riding her phonex bike, with a basket full of parcels, plus a large crackle in the back, containing the same package.

Instantly he fell right by the side of the road. The packages were also scattered. Some have shown it. And there are others, falling into irrigation by the wayside. In fact, it was lunch for workers who are currently working, building housing on the edge of his village.

“Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un,” he said in a slightly screaming voice.

“Do not know what if I am in a hurry.” He continued to grumble about the misfortune that befell him. Plus with a collapsed bike hit him too. It pisses him off more. It has fallen on the bike. It has not fallen on the date of Loh ....

“Aduh. Astaghfirullah al - adzim ..” His feet are hard to move. It looked blue and there were blood splotches on his shirt.

“Eeehhhh ..” He hissed withstanding the pain.

“That's a hell of a car. People have stepped aside, bumped into it too.”

Meanwhile in the car ....

“Man ... Man, stop. What do you see, if you hit a girl?”

“Oh sorry, Den.” the person he called immediately stopped his car.

“If many thoughts say. Let me drive. Tuh, finally you hurt people.”

“Iya, Den.”

The two immediately went down and approached the girl. Najib was stunned as he looked at the face of the girl in front of him. Looks like he knows but where is yes ...

“Sorry Dik.” He immediately put away the bike, and saw the wound that was on his leg. He tried to move it.

“Aaaeee ... Sakiiit.” Aina groaned in pain as Najib tried to move his legs. Looks like the ugel-ugel's eyes have shifted.

“Sorry.”

“I take it to the doctor yes ...”

Aina did not answer. For a moment he stared at the man who was helping him. To the point that he was confused what to do. But he did not refuse when Najib's hand helped him to his feet.

“Still, it's okay, kok.”

After standing up, he tried to walk. But only a few steps have wavered. Spontaneous Najib gave his arm to be a standing pedestal.

“Nah. Did I say. We go to the doctor first?”

“No. I have to deliver this package to the project. Pity the workers who are waiting for their lunch.”

“Later I interra.”

Aina was still holding on to Najib's burly arm while enduring the growing pain. So to rely on feels increasingly difficult.

Sakiiiiittt .. bruughk. His feet could no longer hold his body until he fell.

“Sorry.” Accidentally, Aina pulls Najib's hand causing him to almost fall. It was fortunate to be able to hold back with one hand to the other.

Without many words, she carried Aina's body.

“Om ...” Wanna refuse. But that burly hand had carried her perfectly. The fight will make him fall. He could only silently bow down, in order to distract his feelings .

Getting such treatment, it actually made his soul slightly lulled, making his heart tremble rather quickly. Astaghfirullah al adzim .. quickly he said istighfar, so as not to be.

Refuse, but how? He is now very sick, in need of help. Forgive me, O God.

“Sorry, are you uncomfortable?”

“No. It's just that I feel like I've been talking to Om. Sorry yes, Om.”

“You are weird. You should be angry or something. Ask for compensation if you can. Why even apologize. Do not humble yourself with apologies, even though you are wronged. Can people will get sicker of you”

Aina fell silent. It was true, what was said by the man who had helped her. But how? during this time his parents never introduced how to defend themselves, only know how to be patient and endure pain. Of course, with the effort of prayer, that God will always protect himself from the hands that will commit ignorance to him. That's it, nothing more.

“What Om would do like that?”

“I don't have the heart, let alone see you are sick like gini. But if you are like that, it could be ... Forgive Om yes.”

Najib closed the car door immediately. He's heading to the driver's seat.

“Om, but how's the rice? Those carpenters must have been laper.”

Najib was really made anxious by Aina's attitude of thinking only of others. Without thinking about her situation that needs help.

“Have already! Don't think about the others. I could have been scolded by your parents if I brought you home like this. They are my dependents. Let's go to the doctor first. Others let me take care of my foreman. Understand!” He had to be firm. If continuing unnecessary debates will only make him more burdened, so less responsible with what has happened. Especially her who had made the girl wretched.

“Man, get everything done. It's because of you too. Packages that can be brought, just bring it. What's not worth it, leave it. Think of it as shodaqoh for birds and ducks. I'm taking him to the doctor. Call his parents. And tell me the truth. And don't let them feel worried.”

“Good, Den.”

“If less, you can go home. The fifth house once entered the village in front of it. Looks like mom still leaves a little at home.” Aina also intends to provide a little solution.

“Still, Mbak.”

Najib glanced at Aina with a slightly irritated face as her jubilation had reached the level of a crown.

“Diiiikkk ...” What's his name, I haven't asked his name since.

“He's been working with me for a long time. He already knows what he has to do. Don't tell me. If it gets wrong, just fire.”

“Oh, sorry.” Aina was silent. Unexpectedly, the person he called ”Om” was so arrogant.

Najib was really impatient again, seeing Aina's swollen legs. He wanted to take her to the doctor immediately, to get treatment.

He immediately turned on the car, leaving Suparman who was cleaning up the crime scene (not eliminating evidence, you know, like the story in the country was eradicated). This is purely the order of Den Najib and his brother. The newly found sister. Hehe ....

It didn't take long for Najib to get a doctor.

After getting the handling, now Aina can walk even if she has to with a stick. Najib faithfully accompanied him on his way to his car parked in the courtyard of the clinic. Several times, he glanced at Aina, as if he had seen her, but where.”

“Whose name?”

“Aina.”

“Aina Aulia Mecca, cah.”

Aina stopped her steps. He was surprised to not think that the man beside him already knew his full name.

“Om, know my name from where?”

“Don't call me Om, Mecca!”