The
night was raining all. Like water poured from the sky. Lightning grabbed fought
each other. Such as natural atmosphere was showing his anger, like watching the
sky crying. which is clearly visible by a pair of clear eyes. She could see a flash of light from above his bed
grabbing each other, through the cracks in the walls or roof leaks.
"No
.. please .. please don’t take my father.! Don’t take my father away.! please
..! "
"No
..!"
"Hey
kid, wake up dear." He patted her shoulder. With a choked breath and sweat
trickling down her forehead, and she was awakened by his voice. "Son, you had a bad dream again?
he said.
"Yes dad.." replied the little girl.
"Okay,
now you have to sleep again. Don't worry, it was just a dream. "He said, then
pulled back the blanket to her.
She
was seven years old. but it's been almost a month he lay ill. In a little shack
she lived alone. Because when night, her father went to make a living.
"I
have to go dear, and earn money to buy your medicine." His father said
before leaving.
"But
dad, I'm afraid to be alone." He complained.
"It's
okay, nothing will be happen dear.." he replied
"if
it rains, what about you?," he whined. "What if we are hit by
flooding as two years ago?" She remembers when her house swept away.
Her
father was stunned for a moment. Then, "do not think that is such a pity.
I will not go long. Pray that I can get money tonight .. "
Finally,
she could not prevent him. She could
only see his back that has been bent, to disappear behind the door. She could
still hear the footsteps of his father who collided with a stick. until his
voice disappeared. Then, she lived alone in a hut cold and damp.
To
forget the pain, she tried to imagine the fun moments in life. when her mother
was still alive. That's the best time in her life. "Why did God call my
mom so quickly?" she said. She knew, since her mother died, her life
changed so difficult. She lived with her father who is old as a masseuse around
the village. He often felt hungry, because not all the people want to massage
all the time. In fact, sometimes her dad came home with empty-handed.
Suddenly
she felt a tightening in his chest. Oh .. sick once, even stabbing pain through
her body. She wanted to scream and ask for help. However, as her mouth locked
tight. She gasped in pain, moaning alone. She did not know the conditions
around it. rushing water began to inundate her home, slowly breaks into the
house. Her bed is almost entirely flooded. She screamed and asked for help.
"Dad.! Help me dad..! Please. "She moaned.
Everyone
ran to seek shelter, and there in the corner of the village, there is a small
mosque building is higher than the other. Then she and her father immediately
went there. And when she got there, they are immediately went inside and started
looking for a place to sit and rest.
The
mosque was full with all the people affected by the floods. "Dad, are we
going to survive?" She moaned.
"Don't
say like that dear, we will definitely survive. relief will come soon ".
He said quietly.
"But
I'm afraid dad" she said. "Do not be afraid, son, I'm here. dad will
always protect you, "he said, hugging Nisa.
Far
into the night. The mosque was filled with screams and cries. so many people
are crying because of his family who died, because his property which could not
be saved.
But
for Nisa, no matter her house away with the tide, no matter she should lose her
home. The most important thing for her is, she still able to live alone with
her father.
"Dad
.." she called. "Yes dear, can you promise me?" she said.
"For what?" he said.
"promise
that you'll never leave me" she said quietly. "Yes, I promise. I will
never leave you. I love you, dear." he replied
And
in the night, when everyone is asleep. She can look at the sky, the sky was full of dancing
stars.
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