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Nyai Queen In Arumi's Body

All the way home on Juju's bike and Nilam didn't talk to each other. Juju also no longer asked Nilam's answer to his feelings. The thought was still always remembered how the boss treated this girl behind his back earlier. While Nilam, his mind was fixed on the words Hwa would wait for an answer, just as Juju had said to him.

He looked for what part of his attitude was wrong, until the two good men put their hearts on him.

As soon as he got to Babe's house, Nilam came down from the bellows.

“Congratulations, yes,” said Juju suddenly slowed down the movement of Nilam who was removing the helmet.

"Congratulations?" Nilam repeated the word questioningly, slightly stunned to see Juju's facial expression that implied disappointment.

“Master Hwa also likes, loe. You guys were, weren't you?” Juju threw a glance in any direction, dispelling pain and heat in his eye patch. “You're compatible. Very suitable.”

“Ju-“ Nilam has not been able to continue, because Juju immediately drove leaving he who was sculpting on the spot.

Pain crept in Nilam's heart. This is what he feared. Feelings can ruin their friendship. The look in Juju's disappointed eyes felt like hundreds of needles piercing his heart.

The girl entered with a shunt step. As he was about to close the fence, Mang Didin approached him.

“Neng Nilam there is a seat Den Hanif, before leaving this afternoon.” The tall man held out a white envelope.

Nilam seemed hesitant to accept it.

“Thank you, Mang.”

"Yes, you're welcome, Neng."

Nilam held the envelope inscribed from Hanif, wondering what the contents were until it had to be glued as well.

Seems important.

Step back Nilam swing slowly with erratic thoughts. Without realizing it a black figure followed, arriving in front of the deserted boarding yard, the figure then smothered and dragged Nilam's body to the side of the building bordering the neighboring wall.

The letter from Hanif fell out of his grasp.

***

“Cock this hour Nilam has not come home yet, yes?” Tri, Dara and Dian asked each other the night they gathered in Nilam's room to accompany Mak.

Time showed almost half ten nights, should the girl go home no later than afternoon, because the work was the morning shift.

“Try me to ask Juju, if only they have activities outside,” Dian dialed Juju Tamvan contact number. On the second call just missed.

"Yes." Yeah." Without opening his eyes Juju replied.

"Ju, you're the same Nilam to where until gini hour?" Stopped for a moment. "What did you just wake up? You guys don't" Dian shut up to stop her own bad thoughts.

At the end of there Juju frowned. "What's wrong? He came out the same time as the guy," Juju said lazily.

"Turkey? Wh who? His mother said Nilam had not come home from work. I'm sure he's the same loe, who else tried?"

Juju sat down while rubbing her swollen eyes.

"Today afternoon I've been anther to go there, time to go again did not say?"

"It's real, Ju. Inside the tuh his mak confused Nilam to mane?"

Spontaneously standing up, Juju's heart was beating fast. Remember the black-clothed man who was seen in the corner of the boarding yard at that time.

Quickly ending the call, Juju gushes to pull the jacket in the closet. His feelings said something happened to Nilam.

“Yes God, I forgot to say there's an old man there!” He hit his head while running out.

"To mane night-night?" Medium-statured women will enter the room, stop seeing her son running out.

"Assalamualaikum, New. Juki to Babe's house for a second."

"Ade ape emang, until that run?" His mother followed him out.

"Somewhat better this Nyak met Nilam," said Juju while removing his motorbike from the garage.

Hearing Juju's reply the woman shook her head, not forgetting to shout carefully at her only son before speeding his motorbike on the road. Some days Nilam's name is often mentioned in this house, as the reason Juju refused to propose to Laila. As a mother, she did not want to force her fear of making regrets later.

Nilam is also known to be good in his eyes, as long as friends with Juju have more than dozens of times met face to face with the girl who he thinks is very polite.

On the road, Juju is about to fly with his motorbike, all he thinks about is quickly arriving. The motor is carried around, tucking in a vehicle that is blocking its speed.

Once in front of the fence, Mang Didin already opened the door. There Dian was also there apparently already asked Mang Didin who met Nilam this afternoon after returning from work.

"Have you met?"

"Yet, Ju, the hape can't be reached." Dian told me this has not been told to Mak so he went ahead after the phone earlier.

Juju was able to tell the figure of the man he had seen at that time, then immediately ran to the back.

“Ni! Patchouli?!” Turning around the courtyard Juju called Nilam. If seen like people lose their minds because calling Nilam is like looking for a lost child.

Others were astonished, thinking that maybe Nilam was lost in his own boarding yard. Except stray down the road.

“Gue forgot to say, here is a figure who loved the room Nilam at that time. Arghh!” Juju is furious, punching the wall, because selfishly overpowered feelings until forgotten to remind the girl.

“Iya, Neng Nilam had indeed gone back, after giving a letter from Den Hanif,” explained Mang Didin, he and Mr. Min followed Juju who was looking up to the side of the wall.

“Why Patchouli?” Mak looks out with a very anxious face, looks Tri and Dara faithfully calms him down.

Dian began to cry remembering Nilam's words last night, if he was targeted by a collision. Bad thoughts are going on in his head.

“Ya Allah .. please Nilam,” his sobbing while picking up the white envelope on the side wall paving.

His cry became so when he knew that the envelope belonged to Nilam, the letter that Mang Didin had given him earlier.

Juju, Mr. Min and Mang Didin comb the vacant land behind the cost. The young man was not restrained by his anxiety, he was walking to squeeze the hair whose head seemed to break.

“Astagfirullah! What is it?!” Mang Didin was surprised by what was seen before his eyes, inviting the attention of Juju and Pak Min who immediately ran over.

The big barrel of rainwater holds the lid open, there is a standing body with half the body going into the barrel.

“Yes Allah, congratulations Neng Nilam ...” The voices of Mr. Min and Mang Didin were hopeful, trembling slowly approaching.

Juju was trembling, afraid to see the very memorized uniform Nilam outside the head.

That is indeed Nilam ....

Directly felt limp Juju's bones, if you see the condition of Nilam it states a small possibility still alive. While trying to control himself Juju forced the remaining energy to reach Nilam's body, lifting the limp body out. Fortunately, the water inside was not full which was wet only the hair and the head was Patchouli.

Still alive!

“Quick prepare Babe's car take Nilam to the hospital!!” he strangled Pak Min and Mang Didin who immediately ran forward.

Juju half ran while holding Nilam's body.

Dian was almost hysterical if not immediately shut up, afraid to hear Mak inside, he trembled to grab the Nilam bag that was still stuck in the girl's arm in Juju's sling, then run to Nilam's room to call Tri and Dara.

“Lu all look after Mak, Nilam has met.” Dian hands Niam's bag to Tri, after pulling the two girls out, away from Mak's hearing.

Dian half ran after Juju they were in front. He quickly entered when Nilam's body would be laid to the back seat.

"Ni, get up, Ni." Nilam's cold hands and cheeks were rubbed with the palm hoping to be conscious.

Juju drove with a deep gas surge, couldn't get a word out. His mind was raging, there was tension and worry on his face which occasionally glanced at the rear view mirror looking helpless Nilam.

Juju must be able to calm down, feel responsible for Nilam's current situation. Babe and Maemunah were following Hanif, there was activity at Kyai Hamid's cottage after Isya. They leave in Babe's old van, Hanif prefers to ride a motorbike, so Juju can use the idle avanza in the garage.

Maybe His path in this difficult situation can be made easier to help Nilam.

The same hospital where Nilam was once re-treated Juju pijaki.

He cupped his face, chalking up repeated prayers hoping for safety as the girl was soon in the process of action in the ER room. Those introductory are only allowed to wait outside.

Dian walked back and forth without a word, all she had in mind was a prayer hoping Nilam was okay.

When he saw Juju, he remembered something in his pocket. “Ju, it's got Nilam.”

Juju looked up, rubbing her face before looking at the writing on the envelope from Hanif. He looked at it for a moment and then put it in his jacket pocket.

“Mbak, Mas, his brother is awake,” said a woman in a white uniform.

Both of them rushed in. Nilam was wearing an oxygen hose to his nose. The doctor said, Nilam only fainted for a long time, in fact it could be dangerous for the work of the brain that is lacking oxygen, but the condition is declared good.

Juju and Dian were very grateful. When Nilam can already be spoken to both ask why Nilam can be behind the cost.

Nilam can only remember that he felt dragged, then dark and forgot then what happened until he woke up already in this ER.

Nilam threw a small smile at Dian who looked anxious. "Not to worry about it, I'm not papa, really, Di."

His eyes turned to Juju who was holding the top of his head without speaking. He can catch a sad look there.

“Why bring me here? What about Mak?” Nilam was afraid that his mother was worried about his current situation.

“Mak is fine, Ni,” Dian said as she stroked the back of her hand.

Dian's eyes on Nilam's left fingers were flushed, slightly swollen. “This why?”

“No pa-pa, it was hot. It doesn't hurt, Di.” There is still pain if held, but Nilam does not want his friend to be more worried.

My eyes Nilam returned to Juju who was still standing by his side.

“Ju, sorry yes." Nilam remembered Juju's disappointed look at him this afternoon.

"I'm sorry for what? I was wrong, Ni.”

Juju's finger touched the cotton's soft cheek.

Dian immediately understood, he was waiting outside, leaving a space limited to the roving curtains between this couch and other ER patients.

“Our friendship didn't break up, did it, Ju?” Nilam looked at him expectantly. Juju choked up, not fully understanding Nilam's intentions, but the word felt like it was slicing his heart.

Does this mean that Nilam was really with Mr Hwa?

A moment Juju looked down, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then looked back at Nilam.

“Okey, I'm sincere. We'll be friends. Loe my best friend,” he said vibrating.

Nilam smiled back at Juju's hand tightly.

You are the best of friends, Ju ....

"Ah yes this is from Bang Hanif, who knows it is important. Dian was the one who found you.”

“Oh, most hints surah memorization, Ju.”

Their chatter came to a halt as a nurse approached, checking Nilam's condition. The young woman then released oxygen in Nilam's nose, sending a message that Nilam was allowed to go home without having to be treated.

“Alhamdulillah, Mak must have been worried,” said Nilam relieved.

“Alhamdulillah loe is okay. Remember after this do not empty the mind again, this is all the same cause of the disorder has not been separated as well. Maybe I was wrong to be upset with you, Ni."

“You're not wrong, Ju.”

“Iya, huh. Uh before going home first open Bang Hanif's letter. I wonder what the contents are, later at home there Mak again found out I really kepo," said Juju with a laugh.

Nilam thrust into his hand. “Bukain itself, try reading for me, yes."

“Manja.” Nilam laughed when he heard it. Can tease Juju there is his own pleasure for him.

The cover of the letter was torn Juju in rapid motion, a neat piece of writing not even a page. Just about to open Juju's mouth stopped. Had thought it was given Hanif Surah or Qur'an verse, it was not.

It was a personal letter, carrying Juju's eyes pounded on the inscription, Nilam, be willing if I preach you, as a wife and ..’.

Juju's fingers trembled, his casual look had turned stiff. The smile that grew again.

“Why?” Nilam asked as he pulled the paper from his hand.

The girl fell silent as she finished the last sentence written. He tried to calm down, folded the paper back, put it in an envelope that had been torn wide.

Nilam's lips locked like something heavy had occurred to him.

“Gue more agree loe same Bang Hanif. He can guide loe, Ni,” support Juju wholeheartedly.

He tried sincerely to support the best for Nilam, although not yet able to cover the wounds implied from his eyes.

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