Young Miss Assistant
In Silence

......Love need not be spoken, for I am sure your heart can feel it. Although, my mouth can only be silent......

The author...

Farel breathed a rough breath still sitting leaning over the bed naked, only wrapped in a blanket, full of smiles waiting for Jeny who was in the bathroom. His eyes were staring at the window, exhaling a rough breath, "Miss, sorry." he said, trying to keep smiling.

***

29 Years ago...

A mute woman, who had not very clean skin, was picking tea shoots in her garden. A young man ran towards his brother, showing his wisdom, "Sister I passed!!" his yell.

The mute girl moved her hand, using sign language, 'Smart sister,'

"Of course I'm smart, but there's no college? Can I go to college in town?" tanyakanya.

Her sister, nodding, smiled in agreement, then moved her hand again, 'We sell the goats in the stable for your biaayamu,'

"Thank you, if it works out later I'll take you to town" said the sister smiling happily.

***

On the day of the brother's departure, the goats beside their house were empty. All of them, used to finance his sister to go to the city, take education.

'Learn the good, ' the dumb girl moves her hands in speech using sign language.

"Sister, take care of yourself..." Tirta put on her backpack, carrying a large carry-on bag.

Raised by his mute brother, he makes her feel guilty for her older sister. Several times glanced at her brother until finally went to walk to the big road looking for angkot. Go to the bus terminal.

The smell of chicken, fishy fish mixed into one in the angkot he was riding,"I will soon pick up brother," he murmured, determined.

***

One year after Tirta's departure...

The rain is getting heavier. The image, the mute girl took the basin and bucket. Rainwater flowing from a leaking roof.

Slowly rubbing the photo of his sister full of smiles. Lightning struck a tree near his home, moments later a knocking sound came from the door.

Citra's hands trembled in fear, especially with her sister's absence, slowly peeking out of the window. A young man was leaning against the door of his house, knocking in a soft voice, asking for help.

Doubtfully, the girl opened the door, "Help me.." The young man suddenly became unconscious.

The image hit him on the forehead, Is he dead? I'll have to bury the body if it dies. If anyone sees, they might think I killed him.

Slowly kicking the young man's body slowly, then ventured closer his ears to his left chest. There was a heartbeat behind the wet clothes of the young man.

Still life... The image rounded his eyes, starting to hold the young man's feet. Pulling it rough into the house. Even several times, the head, as well as the arms of the young man, hit the legs of the table, or the wall.

The girl's breathing gasps with exhaustion, beginning to give her most familiar first aid to the person who fainted. The first thing he did was make a warm sweet tea.

Then, take the wind oil, rub on the area behind the ears, temples, and then bring it closer to the young man's nose.

Why not wake up too? Does he sleep. he asked in his heart to hear the sound of a smooth snoring.

The girl did not run out of sense, walking towards the kitchen grabbing a basin of water.

Byurs....

How to wake up the wrong patient, the young man got up while coughing. Maybe a little water came in his breathing apparatus.

"Br*haw!!" upset ass.

The image rounded his eyes, not accepting the harsh words of the one he had helped. Immediately pointing towards the door.

'Come out, I've been working hard to help you!! You don't know it's lucky!!' the girl moved her hand, speaking using sign language.

"Can't you talk?" ask the young man who does not understand sign language at all.

Citra nodded, then pulled the young man who was taller than her, while pointing towards the door, annoyed.

"Let me take shelter, I beg you." The young man said.

The image persisted, pulling him towards the door, driving the young man away.

"Look, I can do anything!! Even being a free maid for a poor girl like you!! As long as you don't throw me out." the young man said.

The girl exhaled a rough breath, then nodded her mark in agreement. Take, a glass of warm tea that he had previously made.

"This is for me?" asked the young man, only replied by a nod by Citra. The girl, walking quickly towards her sister's former room, thrust out the clothes that Tirta had left behind.

"You're married?" tanyanya stared at the clothes of the man Citra brought.

Marry your head!! I am the village flower, if I could talk. Citra muttered in her heart staring saturated.

The image used sign language, moving her hands, 'I'm not married, this is my sister's outfit,'

"I don't understand sign language, what does it mean that your husband is away?" tanyanya did not understand.

The image exhaled a rough breath back using her sign language, 'This belongs to my sister, she is in school in the city,'

"Your husband dumped you because of mute?" the young man asked with assumptions.

The girl shook her head, moving more slowly, This belongs to my sister, she went to the city to study. You can wear his clothes,'

"He left you because you were ugly and poor?" the young man asked again, with his crazy prediction.

Whatever you think. You crazy man!! Patience..remember the free maid... The image repeatedly sighed, trying to smile. Though it would like to tear apart the young man who does not understand the sign language he uses.

"If smiling means right, pity is already ugly plus poor, must be abandoned husband,"the young man looks pity.

"Omong by the way, what's your name?" ask the young man.

The image clenched his forehead, confused to answer in what way, even the illiterate girl could not. However, the young man did not understand sign language at all.

The young man exhaled a rough breath, "My name is Gabriel, what if I call you Cici. Sister's call in Chinese,"

The smiling image nodded, the sign agreeing.

"Where should I sleep tonight?" ask the young man.

The image thought a little, it was impossible for him to let Gabriel sleep in Tirta's room. Although, different rooms, if found out the villagers themselves may be in trouble. Finally came up with an idea.

***

Warm, it is a little warm after being given a sarong and carpet. A little comfortable after cleaning and place it on a pillow.

However, the goat cage? What kind of joke is this. A pungent smell, Gabriel could only curl up the cold behind the sheath, enduring its stench and disgust.

"For the first time, a Gabriel lives in a goat pen. What a selfish woman!! There are two rooms, but why am I sleeping in a goat cage!! I pray, if you have children, it will be as stingy as you!!" he said, covering his body with a sheath.

***

A few hours passed, the night was getting late, drizzling rain was still going on. A young man with long straight hair was neatly tied up, followed by two people carrying umbrellas, knocking on the fragile wooden door.

The image opened the door, twitching its eyes, twitching its forehead.

"Did you see this guy?" asked the young man she did not know, showing a photo of Gabriel.

The image spontaneously lied, shook his head, moved his hand, using sign language, 'I never saw it,'

"Check!!" the young man, giving orders, one of the men he was carrying, searched the house.

All the rooms were inspected, none of which escaped the search. The image exhaled a coarse breath, undeniably her current fear.

Gabriel's? Who exactly is the damn young man he helped. The image hesitated to tell the whereabouts of the young man, glancing at the firearm seen from the suit of a long-haired young man neatly tied before him, with a code bar tattoo on his left hand.

"No one, sir!!" the person who was given the exit command bowed in respect.

The young man exhaled a rough breath, leaving Citra's house, looking in another house.

The girl's legs were trembling, limp on the floor, full of relief.

"Cici, thanks..." Gabriel flashed a smile on his face, wrapped himself in a sheath, descending from the goat pen. The place he lived in and hid, observing the situation.

Thanks what? My peaceful life is almost over. I will really make you a slave, take advantage of your strength until it runs out because of the events of tonight.Of image in heart, staring intently at Gabriel.

"Why, I felt a cold aura. I'd better go back to the goat house." he broke out in cold sweat, staring at the hatred in the eyes of the woman he called Cici.

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