Lonely Girl (Caring) 1

Since the departure of the only parent Nisa has, she feels the world has left her. All that was left now was just a piece of useless dust, which was himself. And that made Ana angry with Nisa's shallow thoughts, which seemed like there was no hope for the girl anymore.

"I'm tired of saying this, but you really shouldn't say and think like that. This world has been arranged in such a beautiful way by God. As long as you are always patient and trusting and believe in all of His destiny, it is better than everything you think and think now."

But Nisa's heart seems to be a stone for now. Very hard and hard to soften. I don't know what will make it soft again. Only time will tell.

***

"So who do you live with now?" asked Ana while holding a paper cup in her right hand.

"Do not know. But because I have a sister, so I live with my sister. Who else do you want, right?" Nisa answered without turning to Ana.

"Wait, yes. All the fates that Allah has written for us, must be the best." Ana gently rubbed Nisa's back.

"Yes. Thank you for being there for me when no one really cares about me anymore." Nisa smiled at her friend since her junior high school.

The white hooded girl returned a smile to Nisa while continuing to gently rub the girl's back in black.

Currently, the funeral of Nisa's biological mother is going solemnly. The only parents he had since his father left when he was one year old, made him an orphan and an orphan.

Since then, Nisa's heart has been broken. At the age of only fifteen years, he was even abandoned by his parents.

What makes Nisa's heart ache more at this time is that there are no people who 'care' for her. He seemed to walk alone if there was no Ana accompany him. The girl who has been his close friend since entering middle school, is willing to come all the way from his hometown in Bengkulu and cut time for his vacation at home with his family just to accompany his grieving school friend.

"I am truly grateful that you are here. My heart is really hurting, but it recovered a little bit because you were willing to come all the way here just to be with me. I'm also sorry because because of me, my vacation time with my family has decreased." Nisa's eyes began to tear up.

Ana sighed while continuing to smile, "When I heard that your mother was critical, I wanted to be here right away, because I know that it feels so broken when I see the person we love is on the verge of life."

Nisa immediately turned to Ana, "Na ... huwaaaaaaa ..." her tears broke. He still couldn't believe that his mother would leave him so soon."

"It's... just pray now." Ana embraces Nisa who continues to cry bitterly.

The pain that kept on turning in and out of Nisa's mind made her unable to hold back the pain she was experiencing in this life. Nisa poured out all her feelings with tears that continuously flowed down her face which was getting puffy.

"You can cry right now. but later, that happiness will come back. Because this is only temporary, Nis." Ana tries to calm Nisa down.

Nisa nodded her head, "I know." He was still immersed in his grief.

Ana didn't feel the tears running down her thin cheeks. Dai also felt the pain that his close friend felt.

***

"It's really hard to be me." Nisa muttered as she continued to stare blankly ahead.

"What's so difficult? Nis... listen, don't because you lost your mother, make you a less grateful child. You still have an older brother who loves you who wants you to be a burden after your parents leave." Reply Ana carefully.

"Astaghfirullah ... I ..." Nisa lowered her head slowly, guilt also approached her.

In her heart, Nisa mumbled back, "I really don't know myself. It's good to have my brother who wants me to live his life, even though he also has his own business. His family is added to the presence of me, the burden is increasing." Nisa's tears flowed again.

"There may be times when humans on this earth feel pain, but that is only temporary. And happiness will surely come, especially when we are very grateful. Nis ... there are people who are less fortunate than you, me, and we should increase our gratitude. Not the other way around."

Nisa's gaze is now sadder in Ana's eyes. "It's sad already. I want to see your smile again."

"Na ... I can't ..." there are only tears that come from Nisa's eyes that are visible now.

Hurtful. It was the perfect word for this moment. Because the sun of happiness is not yet time to appear to illuminate Nisa's life, which is currently afflicted with thunderous rain.

***

The funeral was over, now they were on their way back home.

On the journey that took an hour, Nisa and Ana were in the same car. They sat in the back seat of the car, with the driver being Nisa's neighbor—the owner of this car—and Nisa's other neighbor sitting in the front seat next to the driver's seat.

The girl who turned fifteen last month continued to stare out the car window. Likewise with Ana who looked in the opposite direction.

What is on his mind now is, how he should live life. Because when he was the only parent he had, people didn't seem to 'care' about him. He thought, usually when someone is in a rut, other people will 'embrace' him and calm him down. But he doesn't have those people. there was only one person, namely the girl who became his friend at school who always accompanied him when the girl named Nisa was lonely.

I don't know what really happened. However, it was very difficult for Nisa to find friends. Because when he would approach the other friends, they always drifted away. And Nisa herself does not know the reason. Even though he had tried to blend in to be like them and be a good child. But it seems that alone is not enough. I don't know what else is missing, Nisa doesn't know.

Only Ana, a girl from Bengkulu who was always there for Nisa when she was at school. The beautiful white girl is not picky about friends. In fact, a lot of people approached him and wanted to be friends with him. But when he sees Nisa alone, he will leave the other friends who don't want to be 'friends' with Nisa and choose to accompany the lonely girl.

to be continued...

Pretty sad story isn't it?

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