Pain(Tings)
Chapter 27: Hunch

Oh, myGod! Inner Sita continued to scream incessantly. Even everyone who saw him was sorry for him. While Pratista led Sita to stay away from the group of two families, his ears often heard the insults from Adira to the Widan family about the sudden departure of the man.

Sita was well acquainted with Widan, so there was no way the man would leave for no apparent reason. His friend always kept his promise.

God, wherever he is, please save him.

Many descriptions of the question and desire sentences he spoke to Widan, but it felt like his soul was forcibly snatched away. The sudden disappearance of Widan was like this, like a huge shock to his inner being.

"Ta, sit here first," invited Pratista who brought Sita to sit in the guest room provided by Adira.

Sita followed her mother's orders, her eyes still staring carelessly. He stared at his mother, his tongue even felt faint when Sita wanted to express her meaning.

Pratista smiled faintly, he rubbed Sita's head so slowly. "What if you're ready. You can talk later." And a few seconds after the Pratista's speech, Sita's cry was heard again. This time harder than before.

In the Pratista decapitation, Sita let out all sorts of gulananya feelings. She might get scorn from her mother if in her usual condition, but even though Sita was currently wetting her mother's clothes with tears, she was very sure that Pratista would not scold her.

"Ma ... Why did he leave?" sita asked in a broken cry.

"He needs some time alone, honey. Believe the same Widan, that he must be back," Pratista entertained which has absolutely no more effect on his feelings.

So long crying, Sita did not know the details of further events because as she remembered, she cried in Pratista's arms until she fell asleep.

But, seeing the glass of Trella's family room due to the dispute last night, to cause a lot of broken items scattered. Sita can also see some patches of blood that have dried. He was stunned for a moment. Who's hurt? Moreover, those traces of blood formed footprints.

Out of curiosity, Sita followed the footprints mixed with the blood. As her steps approached, Sita felt a strange thump that made her nauseous. He also forgot his intention to rush a bath because of his curiosity.

The bloodied footprints stopped in Trella's room. The frown on her forehead led Sita to speculate that the injured person must be Trella. He tried to open the door, but it was stuck. The beats that Sita did several times had no effect at all. Although she continued to call out Trella's name, the girl remained silent inside the room without replying to her calls.

Sita clucking. He turned his eyes to the quiet area of Trella's house. This is very contrary to what happened last night.

Brucks.

The voice again made Sita realize that something was wrong in Trella's room. "Ella! Open door!!" His second scream was not heard. Sita did not have more time, she felt very worried about the state of her cousin. Although his own circumstances were also no worse than those of people worried.

Sita finally found one of the house servants who was sweeping the yard. "Bok, is there a spare key to Trella's room?"

Sita just nodded and waited for the arrival of mbok Yayu to give her the spare key to Trella's room. Not until minutes long, mbok Yayu has given him a duplicate key. "This, Non, the key. I'll go back again, excuse me."

After getting the key, Sita immediately opened Trella's empty room. However, the appearance of a messy mattress, clothes scattered on the floor, and blood spots in the form of footsteps filled the floor marble. Sita bows herself towards the bathroom, but nil. There's no one there.

"Trella!!

Sweat filled Sita's forehead. Breath hunting. He looked around in frustration. The worried ripple was clearly drawn on his face. His mind does not stop reciting the hope that his cousin is okay. Sita growled in annoyance. He even grabbed his own hair, until he finally fell down with tears. His issues are unbearable again. She also bit her inner lips so that her crying voice was submerged.

The silence that tormented him was like a crushing blow to the recesses of his heart. With trembling hands, Sita touched the remaining patches of blood. The thick smell of rancor, he ignored. Her tears are pouring out. Then, his cry was followed by another sound of crying. Sita's stunned. With the rest of her strength, Sita brushed away the remaining tears, also limping towards the outer window of Trella's room that connected her directly with the spacious backyard.

Even though Sita was crying so much, the sound was not coming from her. His footsteps grew more steady and various speculations began to appear. It was only when Sita looked at the window that she found Trella clutching herself while sobbing.

"Girla!"

Sita's call jolts Trella's consciousness. It was seen from the shoulders of Trella who was initially up and down, suddenly stopped. But after that, the crying broke again.

Sita doesn't waste her time. He jumped out. Her feet tiptoed next to her because of the prickling feeling on the soles of her feet. He immediately pulled out the dagger that stuck not too deep, hurriedly Sita took it out forcibly. "Arch..," he whispered bitterly.

However, Sita kept walking on her tiptoes, forgetting the pain she was in and shaking Trella.

"Ella! Setop, don't think about it. C'mon, look at me, please...,"

Trella with her messy face and her puffy little eyes was the saddest thing Sita had seen from such a cheerful girl.

"He's gone to leave us Sita! He-she... I'm leaving..." Trella's voice grew louder accompanied by a cry that never stopped.

Even the bloodstains on some of Trella's face and hands made Sita unconsciously cry in silence. He tried to regain his courage.

Sita touched Trella's shoulder, forcing the woman to raise her head.

"Let's treat your wounds first."

Trella shook weakly. He stared at the two hands that were trembling like Sita earlier. "This is not the kind of wound that can be healed by other antiseptics" he said with his head bowed and a tear that fell back.