Tiba Khitbah
Enraged

Zahra shouted very loudly while ruffling her hair, it felt like this head was very painful and this body also felt a very deep sense of unease.

Zahra felt her life was no longer meaningful and meaningful until this pain made Zahra act no longer care for herself. Zahra was banging her chest which felt very tight right now very hard. I don't know what happened to Zahra, as if there were sharp needles piercing her. Not only that, his head felt throbbing even his world seemed to spin until a sense of dizzy enveloped him, and finally Zahra slammed his head into a very hard wall in hopes that all his pain would be reduced. However, the head was like numbness, The stronger the pain was the less it felt.

"Ara, Zahra, what's going on, son?"

Abi Abdullah ran over to the beloved princess with a million worries clearly drawn on her face. The father stopped the beloved daughter from hurting herself, but Zahra did not want to stop at all, she continued to pat her chest while slamming her head against the wall.

"Darling, what's up, son?" what's going on?"

In apprehension, Abi Abdullah held both hands of the princess, trying to stop the princess from hurting herself. With the love and affection of a father, Abi Abdullah gently patted the princess's back while hugging the now helpless beautiful girl.

To be honest, the warm embrace of a father that Zahra felt made her feel better and calmer. A father's affection for his son expressed through body language made tears fall over Zahra's cheeks. But somehow Zahra was too hard to speak.

"Son, what's really going on?"

Abi Abdullah looked at Zahra's face, which was now covered in blood and mixed with tears. Truly, a sight that made the father's heart scratched and wounded.

Abi Abdullah remained calm, he took the princess to sit down, then he wiped away the tears that flowed down his daughter's cheeks.

"Suster, please get me the P3K box," cried Abi Abdullah with a clear panic on his face.

"W-what's going on, sir?" said the nun who ran into Zahra's room in panic.

"Please clean up my son's wounds now!" pinta abi Abdullah's.

"Good, Sir."

The sisters rush to retrieve P3K equipment to treat Zahra's wounds.

The sister sat in front of Zahra, to clear the injured girl's forehead. Abi Abdullah sat next to the princess with his hand holding her hand.

Zahra sensed the presence of abi Abdullah who strengthened him. Yes, now Abi Abdullah was staring at Zahra intently, a gaze filled with a million question marks. Really, the feeling of a father will certainly be very hurt to see the condition of his son is not okay, he said, even without being said and explained at this time abi Abdullah understood that his favorite daughter was carrying a very heavy burden at this time.

"Aw, sick! Slow down, Sister!" said Zahra with a tone of voice snapping and high volume to make the father also reacted to check the condition of the princess.

"What's going on? Why yell?" ummi Fatimah cheers from behind the princess's room.

Crc ...

The door of Zahra's room was wide open with the Fatimah Ummi in front of her. The mother's face seemed to store all the emotions and anger that was very, very much, especially when looking at the state of Zahra who was battered by a problem.

"What's going on? Is Abi's favorite son torturing himself?" tanya ummi Fatimah with glaring eyes gazed towards Zahra. Yes, for a moment two pairs of eyeballs staring at each other with a million languages that are conveyed through body language.

"Ummi, what the hell! Our child is sick and scolded, "abi Abdullah scolded while holding tightly the hands of ummi Fatimah as if she did not want to be released at all.

"In fact, like that, Abi's favorite child has acted and disobeyed parents!" ummi Fatimah said loudly with a million anger clearly drawn on her beautiful face.

However, the ungodly words that came out from the words of the ummi Fatimah were like lightning stings that struck Zahra's entire body, until he felt shivering and pain. Twenty-seven years he has lived in this world, this is the first time Zahra and her mother have ever been hostile to each other, uttering offensive words and feelings, even the mounting anger made the two of them hate each other to the point of not wanting to look at each other.

"Ummi, don't say things that are not-nothing like that, now Ummi is cooking a good meal for our son because Zahra has to eat and take medicine now so he can survive," clearly abi Abdullah sounded very firm while pulling the hand of Ummi Fatimah to get out of his room, but ummi Fatimah was struggling to stay in the room, it was as if all the burdens in his heart had yet to be shed to the princess.

"He can walk on his own? Can cook yourself, Why should it be cooked? Ah anyways why help people who want to die!" babble ummi Fatimah who still can not accept what was said by abi Abdullah.

The attitude of Ummi Fatimah at this time is really very different, even now she no longer acts like a mother who loves her daughter very much, whereas all this time ummi Fatimah is a woman who loves and loves Zahra with all her heart.

"Zahra wants to sleep ...!"

Zahra shouted loudly with eyes glaring at her parents, while ruffling her hair like crazy. Zahra was really very stressed and lost direction so he no longer wanted to fight or listen to the ravings of Ummi Fatimah.

"Zahra, what happened to you, son?"

Abi Abdullah let go of Fatimah's ummi hand, he ran over to the princess, giving a warm embrace full of love and affection from a father to his beloved daughter.

"Son, calm down!" abi Abdullah said as he patted Zahra's shoulder to calm the princess's heart and feelings.

"Zahra doesn't want to get married! So please don't force anything anymore!" zahra said with a shout that was reduced by several octaves from la to do.