INARA
CHAPTER 19. Gibran 1

Sometimes reality is so painful that one of his ways is just dreaming, as if all is well.

~Siti Salmah~

Day two of this work, all feels mediocre. Sometimes there are employees in this position with envious gazes. Inara doesn't care about it

After her work, Inara came home on the bus. Then stopped at Prapatan street. Finally, Inara returned to his boarding house on foot.

Inara stepped foot. As usual the afternoon air is sometimes a lot of dust because many vehicles pass by.

The sound of screaming a little far away was heard. Like the voice of a woman scolding her child.

"Aaaaagggggghhh...... Adeekk......" A faint scream could be heard from Inara's ears. This feeling of mist.

As much as possible, this little run.

The voice sounded from the small, shabby house.

Without further ado, inara ran towards the people who were gathering.

It seemed like the residents were gathering about the screaming sounds of the house. Their faces of panic were clearly visible.

Inara approached the fathers.

"Sir, please open the house there seems to be a big problem" inara said. The citizens nodded.

"As we thought fathers let's open their mothersit must be unlucky to happen again, Let's go there gents" all the citizens cheered in response to the agreement.

Inara followed the residents to open the house.

Brucks.

As soon as the door opened, the dreadful sight that should have been seen was seen by them.

A girl about 5 years old. Covered in blood.

Inara closed her mouth in disbelief.

Tears flooded even though he did not know that person.

Their gaze was rehearsing to a middle-aged woman strangling a boy of about 12 years old.

The check was stopped by the people who helped him.

Police arrested the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman was struggling to be let go.

At the birth of the middle-aged woman Suminarti was arrested and brought by the police who had previously contacted her before the house in Grebek.

Before he brought the boy, approached his sister and his gaze turned to his parents. Her mother's.

"Mamaaaahhhhh must have killed a bitch" cried out from the boy. Mother's whispering voice began to comment.

Suminarti laughed then looked back.

"Hahaha I should have never given birth to you, I regret giving birth to you" she said. The boy cried at his mother's response.

Suminarti was taken into a police car.

The residents carried the woman's body in the bath of her corpse.

Until buried.

The boy continued to weep in the misfortune of his fate.

In the tomb the boy momentarily fell silent like a doll.

Until all the citizens came home from the tomb he remained seated in the tomb.

And all that did not escape the view of Inara.

Inara sat squatting next to the gibran

"So, do not always be sad, if you are sad later your sister will follow you to cry" comforted inara.

"Gibran is not sad, adek Don't be sad well" the boy immediately wiped his tears.

"Gibran is sad, gibran has no one else. Gibran has no place to live anymore, the house is full of bad memories"

Inara looked at gibran with pity.

Inara is also curious about the story of the gibran family.

"Ikut mba yuk, mba also has no home, mba lives in kossan alone. "

"Gibran fear ngerepotin mbak"

"Mba name inara"Inara introduced herself

Inara smiles.

"Mba does not feel in repotin kok "

Gibran stared doubtfully at thisara again. Full gaze search.

"Mba why do not want to nolongin gibran, while mba does not know gibran. Gibran also does not know mbak, eh kayak his gibran know deh mbak who dinggal in his boarding Tantri aunt right" said gibran spoke at length.

Inara smiled gibran was already starting to be relieved.

"If so, join mbak yuk, mba there is no evil intention really" inara reached out her hand. Let's go together from the funeral.

Gibran returned inara's hand.

Gibran smiled.

"Adek lili, gibran pamit go first yes, later gibran come here again ngunjungi lili "pamitnya .

They both left the funeral.

Fingers holding hands gibran.

Many pairs of mothers' eyes whispered after inara and gibran passed her.

"Pity once yes beside this, it's loh his mother killed her own son's trash dinggal, where is still a child again ma'am "

"Daddy, what a pity"

Even though it had passed through it the voice was still heard, probably because the sound was loud.

Gibran is back moody.

"Gibran must be strong to face this all "said inara after arriving at a small boarding house.

Gibran just kept quiet did not want to answer the questions of people who want to help him.

Close to this kid. Inara began to understand her name. Many people call his name.

Inara and gibran in.

Gibran sat down in front of the tv .

"Mba takes a bath first ya gibran" said seeing the pensive gibran for a moment he replied.

"Yes mba"

After bathing and climbing this place to meet gibran again.

"Gibran took a bath" told Inara but gibran cried again. Crying hysterically until this is confused.

"Gibran why are you crying?" Inara was at a loss to see the little boy cry again. Inara tried to hug her.

"Hiks, this world is hard mba, every day gibran and sister are not in love, gibran is not a problem but God could take a gibran sister from gibran mba, gibran not part adek, gibran not yet, adek no longer exists" crying broke gibran. I don't know where the words came from so cut in the heart. Inara also shed her tears.

Inara also cried, Inara patted gibran on the back. This little boy is suffering.

Can weeping over fate be so painful?.