Virgin Tumbar
Mouths And Hearts Are Not The Same

 Nilam tried to resist, he pushed the Holy hand that kept forcing him until the glass fell and broke on the floor.

“Nilam?!” Sacred standing, ruffled waist. His face was red a sign of wrath seeing the girl's resistance.

Then he crouched down near Nilam who looked weakened.

“I want to be happy too, Ni. Not just you.” Sacred pulling corner lips. “You're too perfect, in town

great gini also much like, much dear! Huh, it feels strange, it could be that you have a loving science, right?”

“Ci ..”.

“The reason you must be just kasian still want to be friends with me. Must be in your heart mocking, right? I'm just a useless girl who's a villager?!”

The young woman vented her anger. Take out all the contents of the heart that have been hidden.

Hearing all that, Nilam's mind screamed. How Holy the one who always shared with him has changed this much. The girl's sobs increased, increasingly stifling her chest that felt burning.

Nilam still remembers the memories of elementary school, they were both sentenced to stand, because in the classroom following lessons while eating secretly.

A packet of seasoned dry instant noodles is placed in the table drawer. Their little hands took turns to reach him, then bribed quickly into the mouth, back to pretending to listen to the teacher.

They did not realize the smell of spices and crisps that sounded in the mouth made the teacher easy to know. The compactness of Nilam and Saints at that time made their punishment go with an amused smile.

Nilam never forgets the sweetness of childhood with this friend in front of him.

“You're wrong, Ci. I never forget everything, even if we are far apart ..”.

“Lying?! I don't feel where you care, Ni!”

The girl who had been bathed in flowers by the old man was increasingly unable to withstand her speech. He spewed out all the restrained sense of his and Nilam's comparison.

If the condition is normal and healthy, want to yell at this friend. He loved the Holy, as he was before. Like his own brother.

The whisper of the man from a distance grew even more furious, urging the Saints to do something immediately. The old man felt the exact moment of attacking.

Nilam's chaotic emotions become a gap in his weakness easily attacked. The girl felt a sense of body ache and heartache. His wave came out with a stifled voice,

The man in the distance again whispered the order. Saints widen their eyes while cupping their mouths with their palms. He staggered, lost balance.

On the bed he saw Nilam looking terrible, doing nothing but explaining his affection to him. While what the old man commanded made Saints anxious. Is he willing to do so …?

 “Remember, Mak, Ci. Rice that he roasted, because we did not have cooking oil, we ate both at that time. We like savory rice, only with salt and onion seasonings ..” Nilam continued to fumble, closing his eyes as if he was returning to his childhood.

All of their sweet memories were vividly drawn, taking away some of the pain that plagued him now.

“Sorry, Ni. I don't care about everything! “Holy clutching Nilam's arm. “I can't do anything now. They've already marked you, there's no way out until you can, okay?!” it's full of emotion.

The woman's breath was stinged, her eyes looking like a stupor.

 “Do it .. if you are satisfied, Ci.” Nilam opened his eyes, looking at this little friend of his. The water still flowed from the corner of his eye.

Sacred was stunned for a moment, he exhaled a rough breath, then got up to the kitchen.

Wally should drink more water!

After Holy's death, something dripped from Nilam's nose. The girl's finger touched it. The fresh red color he looked at for a moment, the tip of his hand trembling closer to the eyes.

Blood?!

Nilam's heart raced fast, eyes closed while breathing. Mak's name was called in his mind. Expect help and strength.

Before long, Suci returned with a glass in hand. As he was about to enter the room, his steps stopped for a moment to see Nilam seen reading Hanif's pocket book with focus.

He felt astonished, the dying girl he was living in just now, seemed to be getting better.

The Holy Steps doubt. Stuck in where he stood.

Nilam continued to read the names of the good God.

Occasionally his hands rubbed the blood that was still dripping. The girl had only come to a halt as her tail caught the Holy Shadow standing not far away from her.

Their eyes meet. Nilam said nothing, his eyes scanning the woman with a flat look. His gaze stopped on the glass in Holy hands.

“You should drink.” The saint advanced quickly, thrusting a glass at Nilam.

Nilam ignored, then continued to repeat the reading. He hoped to recover soon, his body felt a little better now.

Suci became furious, taking the green-coated book from his hand. Throw it away. Nilam gasped as his friend forced the water back into his mouth.

Nile thrashed against, but the Holy body was too big. The glass is thrown, the contents are spilled. The glass container rolled, stopping when it touched the wall.

Then they fought against each other with power. Both fell from the thirty-centimeter bed.

Sacred Eyes glared, gleaming. He widened his hand to strangle Nilam's neck,

“Nilam, Patchouli?!” The calls and banging from the front door made the Saints flinch.

The woman immediately stood up. Juju came again, if you see the condition of this room he is in danger!

 The saint stood up immediately.

Unresponsive from within, Juju banged hard on the door. Make the Saints more excited and then immediately run to the back.

Nilam managed to catch his breath, creeping he reached for the green book on the floor.

He continued to read the words, repeating them until he felt energized again.

After feeling capable, a step staggered Nilam towards the door. His mouth never ceases to speak the name of God, hoping for strength.

“Loe is okay, Ni??” Juju immediately flocked his question with a face of fear after the door opened.

He touched Nilam's shoulders and arms. Check what's lacking with the girl.

Nilam's disheveled appearance made Juju anxious. There was blood coming from his nose.

The girl looked frightened, without saying directly into Juju's embrace. Nilam's cry spilled into a powerful sob, his shoulders shaking with a stifled soft voice.

A surprised Juju tried to calm the heartbeat. He knew the thumping sound must have been heard by Nilam's ears now clinging to his chest. Juju tried to rub his friend's back without asking.

After a few minutes of shedding tears Nilam took off a step back. “Sorry,” he said while wiping wet in the corner of the puffy eye.

Juju's getting clumsy.

“I-iya, it's okay. Uh, loe why? It's better, right? I did not pick up the phone, until can not be contacted, so come here.”

Nilam nodded small. “Already lightened,” Nilam sahut lethargic. It hides the heat that is still radiating in the chest and stomach.

Juju helped Nilam to the room. The young man who now wears a white-black fusion work uniform is holding his shoulder so as not to fall.

“Yes Allah, why this?!” Looking at the broken glass, the scattered pieces of cell phone and the water on the floor, Juju

ask questions to Nilam.

 Nilam won't answer. The girl chose to sit on the bed, leaning against the wall. His hand grabbed the green booklet and reread it, as if not hearing Juju who kept asking. Occasionally tears fall back, quickly removed Patchouli with fingertips.

Juju feels that Nilam is thinking about something, but he doesn't want to bother the girl right now. Juju no longer repeated the question. He put the vegetable rice in a dining container that was brought from the house to the table.

“This is Nyak cuisine make loe, Ni,” he said then to the back, take a clean-up tool.

Upon his return to Nilam's room, he focused on reading a short surah in a whispering voice.

In silence Juju's room cleaned Nilam's room. His work came to a halt while serving the girl who was about to start eating. Juju quickly returned to get a drink and a tablespoon.

The young man tried to miscall into his own cell phone.

 “Still good. Next time do not slam again yes, Ni,” godanya while extending the thin object to Nilam.

 “Still, Ju,” replied Patchouli slowly.

“Eh, where's temen loe? Behind there is no.” Tanya who has been detained since, also the suspicion of seeing Nilam's room finally came out of Juju's mouth.

“Again out times,” Nilam said while returning to pursue his book.

“Eh, loe haven't had a shower, huh?” Juju pushed her face forward with her nose twitching, making Nilam smile for a moment.

“Not yet. Short again.”

“Yeah, lose to guys.”

“Ih, what the hell is disturbing, this is so not konsen,” said Nilam pursed his mouth.

Juju scratches the un-itchy forehead.

“Yes, I stayed at Babe's house first. Glad to see you all right. Soon fresh again, if not enter can later I allow to Mr. Hwa.  Remember, there will be a Gi Wa-sponsored Korean Festival, we also have a work holiday and join there. Loe must be healthy.” Juju patted Nilam's shoulder before standing up.

"I'm strong at work."

"Yes, just don't makaksain. KLC (Korean Lovers Club) friends send greetings, all hoping you can join in our big event, Ni,” continued the young man again looked at him expectantly.

Nilam nodded small. However, his side of his heart of doubt would be able to come. Holy words that say he has

marked and will remain as the ninth tumbal, heart-wrenching.

“Gue can only support, Ni. Loe's self, that can take care of your own heart. Always keep Bang Hanif's message, you can definitely,” Juju said before leaving the room.

 Juju then goes to Babe's house, waiting there until it's nearing noon shift work hours.

In his place Nilam took a deep breath, hoping to do as Juju and Hanif ordered it.

Somehow he found it difficult sometimes to perform all mandatory worship on time.

***

The Gi Wa Restaurant ....

“If you are not healthy do not be forced,” said Hwa approached Nilam who was sitting leaning back breathing

in the employee room.

“Eng-not pa-pa, Mr. Hwa. It's just a little crowded, soon also lost.” Nilam touching top of chest. The pain sometimes comes and goes.

Nilam still forced himself to work, even though he was sweating coldly. Hwa is the one who often notices

his gestures. Feeling worried and amazed to see the spirit of his employees can still smile loosely.

Night, after work Nilam deliberately approached the door of his friends' room. Until now he was still curious his friends did not think it existed. While the Saints who disappeared try Nilam did not bother because of it.

 “Dian,” call him knocking on the end door. There is no lawfulness. So did the Tri and Dara rooms.

Are they asleep?

Nilam stepped gontai back into the room. Until the sound of the door opening made him look. Dian walked to

the direction of Dara's room, passing through it without greeting.

“Di, Dian!” call Nilam half-run closer. Dian's arm is held.

However, his friend did not recognize him. Take off his hand and speed up the steps. Dian opened the door to Dara's unlocked room, then rushed in before Nilam could get close.

“Dian, Dara ...” Irresistible crying Nilam broke out in front of his friend's terrace. This girl kept her mouth shut so that her puffing was not hard. His heart was sliced to receive their treatment.

“Di ... I was wrong what, Di?” isak Nilam was still standing in his place.

Unaware of Nilam, the black shadow came closer. When Nilam's heart was in this condition became the time he was waiting to launch an attack.

Nilam's steps immediately stumbled towards his own room. He looked weak and fell on the spot.

Fresh blood came back out of his nose.

Meanwhile, in Dara's room .. three girls close friends Nilam was locked up there. Their hearts

a rumble full of fear. Afraid to see the girl in room number two from the West was very frightening.

The face of Nilam in their eyes looked black, the long hair was dreading and ..The blood that came out of his mouth and nose was scourging as they looked. They forgot the figure of Nilam who had been

close friend. Some sort of influence controls their minds.

Nilam is still trying to get to the boarding door. Blood droplets from the nose dripped onto the ground, along the trail of his steps.

When it will arrive at the terrace Nile falling. Nilam's heart shuddered in horror at the blood spilling over the porch tiles. Nilam felt the time would be over now.

The nine marks on his neck moved, felt alive wrapped around him and would strangle him.

The girl tried to lift her body. A person's feet caught his eyes, standing right in front of him.

“Suci?"

"Ci .. help me ..” pinta Nilam see Saints back.

The saint hung for a moment. There's no heart to see Nilam dying. The woman stretched out Nilam's body. His hands shook holding the blood which made the girl difficult to breathe.

Nilam tried to scoop up the air with his mouth. Making a sound like his breath would break.

“What is this?!” the reprimand of a stern-pitched man reprimanded him, making Saints aghast. The young man saw what happened.

“I-this is Bloody Patchouli ..” replied Holy faltered.

“Do not lie down! That's a danger.” Hanif approached asking Sacred to sit Nilam half-bending, then he hustled with the unconscious girl to the front.

Up on the porch Babe a panic mood ensued. All the quick moves will take Nilam to the nearest hospital

by Babe's car.

The saint earlier came running forward, only able to be glued to the spot. Seeing Nilam dying his heart ached.

Am I really happy that Nilam is gone? The question was repeated over and over in his mind, demanding an answer from the Sacred innermost heart.

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