Two Traitors
Eps. 48 STRANGE WOMEN

Pov Arfan

"Please throw this shit out! And here's the pay." Shouted the mothers berdaster, who had called, while waving money lebaran Rp20,000.

"Sorry, Mom! I'll be here again. Now I want to take the patient to the treatment of broken bones." Saiful replied by shouting as well.

"Now! in the future, my house could stink." said the woman.

Saiful also glanced at me, while putting on an unpleasant face. I quickly nodded to give the code, so that he took the trash that would be deposited. After giving the money tips and garbage, I quickly nodded, the woman went back into the house.

"I'm sorry, Bro! so it's like this." said Saiful, his face showing guilt.

"It's okay! I'm the one who should apologize for interrupting your work."

"Luck it! it's not papa, is it. I put it here?"

"Nothing, really!" I answered while smiling.

After putting the trash that the woman left behind, next to my feet. The garbage that smells is not bad, maybe the person is very dirty, so that the garbage that already smells like this, like this, left in his house.

"Say the city man, the Metropolitan! but the slob is begging for mercy." Saiful grumbled as he pulled back his wagon.

I just smiled faintly at his words, because it is true that the city people are more sloven than the people of the village.The people of the city they eat, drink and defecate at home.

The cart continued to go, according to the direction of the person who pulled it, until it reached the landfill. It was only a few meters away from the woman's house. Saiful also quickly threw away the garbage he had taken and then continued his journey, until finally we reached one of the villages, which were so shabby.seen on the porch of the house, until finally we arrived at one of the villages, piled up plastic garbage, probably not yet taken by the collectors.

Saiful continued to pull his wagon, the wagon I was riding stopped at one of the houses, which was very close to the river.Maybe more to Bantaran, Bantaran, because I saw the pillars of the house in the water. Karla, the woman who helped me, was waiting.

"Lu. so long, anyway!" karla said she welcomed Saiful.

"Hello! You are usually just angry, mending help here. to bring this man down." replied Saiful while taking off his hat, then make a hat as a fan.

Karla approached, but shortly after that there was a middle-aged man, wearing a cocoa shirt and pants, the color looks faded, but quite clean. get out of Karla's house and then get close to me.

"This is why" the man asked, looking at Karla.

"As I said, sir! this bod0h man wants to end his life, by plunging into the cimandiri river. Lucky I saw him, so I could save him." Cerocos Karla explains.

"Saful! Please help dad! to bring this man into the house." Pinta his father Karla, while staring at the man who was standing near the wagon, the man who was fanning his body with a hat.

"Ready sir Umar!" saipul said as he approached us, then he helped Mr. Umar, lifting my body into the house on the riverbank.2-story wooden house, which is made of wood, if calculated with the supporting pole may be this house three floors. With a fish house underneath.

"Bring directly to the balcony of the house is full! Let us clean his body first." exclaimed Mr. Umar as he continued to lift my body, bringing it to the back of the house. What is more similar is called the balcony of the house in general, because from that place we can see the flow of cimandiri river that flows so fast.

"You take a shower! Oh yeah, I forgot, what's your name yet?" take Mr. Umar while approaching the bucket, to take the river water.

"Arabine! Muhammad Arfan." I replied saying the name of my parents' inheritance.

"Yes already, you. You clean the body first." Said Mr. Umar, as he began to take the water that had been brought from the river with a dipper .to water my body full of mud, then he opened my clothes, leaving my pants torn.

Aawwwww.

Karla's voice screamed. Hearing the cry of his son, Mr. Umar stopped his intention, which was about to splash me with water.

"What's wrong?" asked Mr. Umar while glancing at Karla.

"Thuuuuuuuuu! how is he not wearing clothes?"  Karla answered while closing her eyes with a stretched finger. Though he was right to help me, he had seen my body because when I realized, the buttons on my shirt were open.

"Why did you come here? mending there looking for father's clothes, same sarong! Make a change of clothes nak Arfan." exclaimed Mr. Umar while shaking his head, as if feeling strange with the behavior of his daughter. then he continued his intention, who was about to clean my body.

He painstakingly rubbed the body that had not touched Water for a long time, so that I felt very fresh, like a person who rediscovered his life.

"Just wear your clothes first! sorry if it's ugly." said the man while unbuttoning Koko's clothes that look faded color.but quite clean and fragrant.then he helped me to wear the shirt.

After he finished wearing clothes, Mr. Umar told me to stand up. then he put the holster. After the holster was attached, he told me to open the pants, which were wet because they were used in bathing.

"Wear these pants, it's not good to wear gloves, not to wear shorts." Said Mr. Umar while giving me knee-length shorts.

I just nodded, then took the pants given by Mr. Umar. with a slight grimace I put on the pants, holding my pain in the area of snoring. Feeling sorry that I was in trouble, Mr. Umar also helped me pair my pants.

"Karla! Oh, karaaaaaa!" yelled Mr. Umar calling his son.

"Well, what's up, sir?" replied the girl in question while clogging her head behind the door.

"Saiful still exists?"

"Have left for work again, sir! he said, baby, it's still noon. Why?" he asked while looking at Mr. Umar.

"Son Arfan, you can walk, right?" asked Mr. umar while looking away at me. Doesn't mind his son's questions.

"Can, Sir!" answer me with confidence

"Come on! You help me walk." said Mr. Umar as he slowly lifted my body, holding to enter his house.

Trained and a little grimacing to endure the pain, I also walked while being held by Mr. Umar, passing Karla who was still standing near the door.

"Revelation! you! don't block the way." said Mr. Umar calling his son.

Karla just smiled, then shifted a little, to let us through.

"Aduuuuh!" my hiss because my legs feel numb, exposed to rubber band shots.

"Why?" ask the surprised Mr. Umar.

"No idea, sir! I think someone hit me, with a rubber band."

"Korlaaaaaaaa!" Mr. Umarmen shouted at his son, who was turning his face as if he did not know. With what happened.

I also turned to look at the girl who was very strange.In adulthood, her behavior was still like a boy, still likes to judge others.

"I'm sorry, father! if his behavior is insolent." said Mr. Umar, while continuing to hold me then sat me on a plastic carpet, whose screen printing has begun to peel off.

"It's okay! Thank you sir." I replied with a smile hiding the resentment towards her daughter.

"What are you doing again? Please get me cooking oil, same pasta balm." exclaimed Mr. Umar.

Karla who was still standing, she just snorted in annoyance, Maybe she doesn't like being told to. But she still walked towards the kitchen, towards the kitchen, soon Karla returned with a plate filled with cooking oil. In accordance with his father's request, then he put the plate near Mr. Umar, complete with a pasta-shaped balm.

"Father. betulin first, your legs are sprained. let's be a bit tasty" said Mr. Umar asked for permission first.

I just nodded, the sign gave permission, To him to do his duty.So slowly Mr. Umar began to lubricate my feet, which were slightly blue. With cooking oil that has been mixed with balm paste.then he began massaging my neck slowly, giving stimulation so as not to stiffen.

A drekk!

Agrrrrrrhhhh!!!

The sound of the bones being returned to its position, accompanied by my cry of pain, which was so deep that it let out tears, was unable to endure the pain.

"Huh! ceme! so just doang, already yelling. like a person who lost his virginity." said Karla who had been sitting watching.

I just grunted angrily staring at him. The longer I hate the woman in front of me.