As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episode 25's. The return of Lord Darius

Three o'clock in six minutes. I'm upset. My mind wandered far away, somewhere. In the midst of the eternal, I stood under the rain that had just returned to greet the earth after several hours lost in the wind. My eyes stared chaotically along the path I was going through. The road I walked just like that and not necessarily the direction. Almost running I carried this melt of tears along with the crazy song of the rain. And I ignored the strange gazes from the many pairs of eyes that looked at me as I passed through. Because all I know is I'm hurt. I'm not doing well.

Three o'clock past forty minutes. My feet are still treading a road that is getting wetter by the puddles of rain. Meanwhile my eyes became more and more puffy due to the endless crying when the trajectory of events that happened to me one year ago reverberated in my memory. Remembering how the hand of master Darius had swayed my body. Feel the subtlety of each curve of my body. Although he did not have time to take away my sadism, what he often did made my body contemptible and my soul rejected belief in any form or form.

And again these tears are powerful words that cannot be spoken by the lips and cannot be borne by the heart, but bear witness to how this turmoil in the soul. Almost I gave up on the situation until I once felt disgusted with my body and my helplessness at that time. And regret becomes the only turmoil in growing the desire to end life. In the aftermath of that lucky moment I got the figure of the father back who had long disappeared. It is He who has strengthened my soul and restored my strength and trust to this day. But when it returned the name of Mr. Darius during the conversation between father and Evans, who he said co-workers first my heart was back wry. My soul went back to chaos, and my mind went back across the time track recalling the events of one year ago.

At four o'clock in the afternoon. Still under the rain. This time I stood staring at my own quiet house. A house that holds memories. Memories of amah and grandmother. Maybe dad too. There was a lot of joy and sorrow going on in that house. All of these feelings have shaped how I am today.

Soon I set foot on the porch of the house. And take my step there. Sitting around on a chair while staring at the rainwater pouring rain. With my current condition I am well aware that my sorrow and grief have made my mind stunned and helpless. And the only way to escape the crush of the two is to accept all sorrow and sorrow with determination and empower the intellect to find a way out. Even so, I still hesitate to take a step when the source of my grief and grief still looms and briefly becomes real. Mr. Darius...

Four o'clock past twenty minutes. Still on the porch. I stood up for a moment and stared at the shadow of myself that had been blown on the reflection of the window glass. "Life is not always happy. Life is like the waves on the beach, there are the ups and downs. Sometimes there are problems and sadness that come. No matter how you try and try hard, that problem can never be avoided. Therefore I must try not to let sadness take my precious time. Because time will not be able to turn back, time will also not want to stop and wait until I get up again." I thought as I continued to look at my reflection on the window.

"Nobody can change and create happiness because happiness itself will appear after the sadness is over. So, get up Fara...! Come on, look in the mirror and look into your eyes deeper. Start standing up and open a new sheet again. And be assured that sorrow will fly away with the flapping of the wings of time..." I said with a slightly raised smile.

"Fara.." said Aunt Vira opened the door and found me standing staring at the window. I was surprised and my daydream just blew away. But what makes me more surprised is when I look at the beautiful face of Aunt Vira. There's a bruise there. "What's up, Auntie...?" I said while watching closely the bruises on his face. Got the question Aunt Vira just smiled at me. "Bandah first...You're soaking, baby" said Aunt Vira. "Explain first, Auntie?" kataku worried. "Later Aunt tell me. Fara take a shower first" said Aunt Vira again. I finally agreed, keeping a million questions at the end of my heart.

Five o'clock in two minutes. Sit me on the couch. Fulfilling my curiosity, I waited for Aunt Vira's explanation. "Life is a natural and spontaneous change. And aunt won't turn it down. Rejection can cause sadness. So. let it flow naturally, walk as it is." said Aunt Vira sad. "I mean Aunt Vira." I said looking at her. "Maybe this is one way of self-maturity, which is through the tests that occur in the life of the aunt. It's painful, but Auntie's fine. Aunty is used to all this" said Aunty again who increasingly made me look at him closely, asking for more explanation.

"Mr Darius managed to find the whereabouts of Auntie" said Aunty Vira while playing the tip of her fingers. "Sir Darius...?!" I said while bringing my seat closer to Aunt Vira. Curiosity has silenced my own fear. "Aunty was near our shop. Aunt just got....

"Come in.." said a voice. A voice I know very well. Before I realized the situation, a hand pulled my body into the car. "I'll finally find you, Vira." said Mr. Darius, grinning with a row of white teeth. While one of his hands gripped me so hard that I complained. "See..Why do you want, Darius?!" I said while shaking off the grip of his hand. "You...You're my first woman" she said, trying to hug and kiss my lips. "I don't want to. Release...!" I said while continuing to thrash in his arms. Upset by my behavior, Mr. Darius hit me. I don't know how many shots I got. My consciousness was gone by then.

But as my eyes opened, I finally heard the conversation. A conversation between two men whose voices I know very well. I sharpened my ears, trying to listen to the conversation of the two. "The virus is already mine. Mr. Darius must have understood" said Permana or who I know better than Robert. Hearing that, Darius laughed. "You love my ex-wife...?!" said Mr. Darius in between his laughter. "All right.take it. I gave it to you. Let's just say it's my contribution to what you've been doing all this time for me" he said. "Take it. It's in the room. And I'm sorry I couldn't help myself when I saw that body's dandy. Just like when I saw Fara." said Mr. Darius.

Deg.

I was stunned to hear that statement. I don't know why my concern for Fara is getting real. "You have hurt my son Fara or Vira a little, so I have no qualms about making calculations with you. I know all your weak points, Darius. Even all your efforts." said Permana with anger. Although not to scream, but the pressure is enough to show the current situation.

I soon heard the steps approaching. "Bang.." call me when the door opens with a man standing in the doorway. Not much to say, Permana immediately took my clothes scattered on the floor and gave them to me. The heat of my eyes noticed my half-naked state at the moment. Darius, my ex-husband. Then Permana swept me and took me away from that place without a word.

Aunt Vira Flashback off

I see a clear, wetting feather. "Wind does not blow to shake the trees, but tests the strength of the roots. And with your father, I became strong." said Aunt Vira, wiping her tears and looking at me. "Dad wants to marry Aunt Vira. Does Fara approve...?" said the father who was suddenly behind me. I was silent as if there was pressure in my heart. I have been that way for a long time. "If you are happy, Fara supports the goodwill." said I then who was greeted by a hug by Aunt Vira. "Thank you, baby. We will be a family that strengthens each other." he said. "Son, father. Thank you." said my father hugging me tightly.

Six o'clock past ten minutes. Still sitting on the sofa pad in the main room of the house. "Hopefully Mr. Darius will think twice about hurting Aunt Vira if he finds out that his father and aunt are married" I said with a smile.