Beautiful In Dark

16. Beautiful in the Dark

There is always a happy substitute who has died

Whether it's a thing, or a life

If I am

You know, happy you are

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In some instances in life, too much has been passed. There is happiness, there is sadness, there is regret, there is gratitude, and others cannot be described just in the word “ada” at first.

And most of his life was filled with his sister, Sifa. Darka was always with her, under any circumstances and her sister always accepted her as she was. Arguably than her parents, Darka is closer to Sifa.

For Darka, what he experienced all had a taste. But, when he experienced it and lived his life up until now, the young man was able to conclude,

It is regret that dominates much more.

Darka begins his past story, telling Lita everything. Starting from the incident when he was fourteen years old, a very young age. Her sister Sifa Alenandra is thirteen years old.

“My grandfather was in the tomb at that time you also visited.” Darka took a pause for a moment, then continued his words. “He died a few years ago.”

“It happened that time I took a ride in the car. I just learned to drive, his intention was to point to my brother that I was great. But there are..” Darka took a breath, staring straight ahead with a pus.

“We were in an accident, and he did not survive.”

Lita stunned, **** lip. Letting Darka speak even when stammering. He could feel how Darka tried hard to explain everything to Lita. I know what it feels like to be abandoned by a loved one.

“Gue only found out after a week later, because my situation was then again in a coma.” Darka wiped away her tears that were beginning to fall. “Gue haven't had a chance to see my adek condition, for the last time.”

Darka lowered his head, as he always did when he started to feel like he was going to cry. The loss of his sister incised the wound and remembered it as salt to it.

“Lo inget the first time to my house, bokap I told me to go into the house? It's not because I don't like to see lo,” he said calmer.

“She upset me for acting in school. Which is actually not my desire also to fight the same bokap, but he insistent with his stubbornness he.”

His heart was back together, his mind was immediately confused as to how his father's spicy sentence was so penetrating into his heart and memory.

“Gue has become an only child immediately feels useless to be a father's child. He related to me the same as me. My banding wants to be the same as me. Because it's only my adek that he thinks he's most proud of, I'm just an outcast.” Darka swallowed his saliva roughly. "Gue naughty. Stupidly, I convinced my sister to fall into the same hole. Bego, um."

Lita's heart immediately melos like falling to the bottom of the most painful hearing Darka's story. The father who should be the figure he is proud of, becomes the figure that makes him not feel proud.

On himself.

Lita wiped her tears rough. Those tears had been piling up since then in silence. Unlike Darka who until sobbing. This roof is so quiet.

At least Darka safely vented his emotions while on the roof of the school.

Lita took out a handkerchief from her jacket pocket, holding out the handkerchief to Darka. Darka turned his head, looking at Lita's eyes that turned out to cry over the story that was so heartbreaking and also the handkerchief held by Darka.

“Sorry,” great-grandson Lita slowly. “Gue does not mean to—”

“How to,” by Darka fast. “Gue wants to share the same. I feel like I have to tell elo, not to anyone else,” Darka said again, receiving the handkerchief while smiling knots.

Tita *** lip for a moment. Feeling grateful that the young man did not feel lost to tell his complaints to Lita.

But still, there was a curiosity that still stuck in Lita's heart.

Does it have anything to do with the ghosts he sees? I don't know.

****

Darka entered the house quietly. His body seemed to lighten as if the burden in his mind and body had been reduced just like that.

She didn't know that telling stories to others would make her feel better. He also talked to Lita. The girl who just labeled herself as Darka's friend.

“Why come home so late afternoon?”

Her father's voice heard from the tv room made Darka's footsteps walking towards the room come to a halt. He had no intention of turning his head, looking at his father.

“That school day came home from an hour ago and you just got home at this hour,” Dad said so cold. Fixing the round glasses covering the typical round eyes belonged to the middle-aged man.

“Tadi out of the house Anwar.”

“Main mulu learn no,” says father triv. “You know when is the pinter if your work is playing, huh? Shy family just you.”

“You what father? Darka shut himself in the room continued to learn until mampus, rowdy?”

"If you say yes, will you obey him?" father asked, leaving Darka at a loss for words because he was just joking. I smiled cynically looking at him. "Here sit down, don't be stubborn."

Darka folded his hands in front of his chest. "Why what?"

"Sit. Or I'll cut your pocket money," he replied with threatening eyes and wanted to know if Darka was sitting next to his father.

"You what?" ask Darka ketus. Feeling hot myself for some reason.

"Why are you at school?" ask Dad directly.

Darka immediately rolled his eyeballs and immediately got up to leave. "If you want to say—"

"Dad love you, Black!"

Darka's body was sculpted. His eyes were round and his body turned to look at his father with a gaping mouth. "Father faggot?!" screech while closing his mouth.

The father hissed, immediately pulled Darka's clothes and made the boy was forced to sit next to him again. Darka instantly moved away, making the father cuss without a sound.

"Whose son are you?"

"His son Joe Taslim dong," Darka answered confidently, lightly.

Dad snapped Darka's head with all his might. Darka snorted while grimacing.

"If it wasn't dad, Darka's a pitcher's neck. Euh," Darka was anxious as he held onto the part of his aching head.

I laughed belittlingly. "Don't do that, sin. You want to go to hell?"

"That's a very rhetorical question, father."

"You're Darka's father. Want to know why?" father asked suddenly, making the atmosphere there serious and making Darka come seriously.

"Why?" ask Darka reflex.

"Dark. It is from English which means dark. Dark means black. I like black and black is my happiness. Couldn't your father have called you black or dark doang?" Dad laughed. "Eat him father's name is Darka. So that I can be happy and you're the source."

Darka really only knew this and was very surprised to find out.

"But, you're apparently not father's happiness." Dad looked Darka in the eyes and Darka was devastated by her words. "You took away my father's happiness. You disappoint and I'm disappointed in you."

Daddy nudges small. "Let's not let me talk about this again. Learn the truth, don't disappoint us again. Your sister can be really sad."

"Ah, yes, Darka knows," Darka said. He could not imagine his sister and the demands after his sister left.

He must be smart, be polite, be successful, and he is forced to bury his dreams for all of it.

Darka can't, can't and is tired.

"Don't understand, but it's not done. Once again your grades are bad, I won't hesitate to punish you."

"Yes, yes," Darka replied as he rose with a wink.

The father who saw it so, immediately emotion and kicked his son's butt until Darka fell forward, his knee hit the floor hard.

"AAA MOTHER, I WANT MERKOSA DARKA!" darka shouted emotion, already so because of the pain of the torment of the father.

“DARKA!” yelled Dad inexhaustible.

The mother emerged from the kitchen because of the baritone's scream, looking at the two men she cared about in turn.

“Dad! Don't use violence too!” I couldn't help myself anymore because of her husband. Then he turned to look at Darka. “Nak you—”

Darka immediately walked over quickly, leaving Mother who had not had time to finish her words. The young man turned towards his room, slamming the door of the room so strongly that it made Mother surprised.

Darka locked the bedroom door, ignoring her father's frustrated screams. He took the earphones from his bag and hp there.

The young man hastily put up the earphones after playing randomly selected music, pressing the volume button to full. Hoping this way he didn't hear his father and mother argue about him again.

The young man's eyes reddened, this time holding back his cries. It was enough that he cried until a hiccup. For now, he does not want to.

The young man then broke down. For a moment he remembered one name, which might be the place to vent all his emotions.

It seemed, that young man was going to leave again tonight.

***

Lita pushed the minimarket door slowly, smiling briefly at the cashier guard. He walked towards the shelf where the noodle pop, as usual.

“Goodnight, Jelita,” greet the cashier. Lita stopped, raising an eyebrow looking at the cashier guard. Tumben greeted him.

“Tuh, it's been awaited the same mas.”

“H—hah?”

Lita moved her head towards the place she used to sit. He widened his eyes, seeing a young man in a light blue tadpole was busy looking down to play the hape. On the table there were already two cup pop noodles and also two bottles of cold mineral water.

Lita walked up to the young man, kicking off the chair Darka had occupied. To make Darka jump in shock.

“Ngapain lo here?” ask Lita sharply.

Darka smiled, his eyes twitching to make him look funny. “Hai, Okky jelly drink,” greet Darka as warm as possible. “It turns out not in vain, yes, I came here to see you,” he said excessively.

“Bacot.”

Darka's laughter instantly exploded. “Udah sat down first it has been very fierce,” said Darka pointed to the chair next to him.

The chair that was supposed to be occupied by the minimarket ghost who used to accompany Lita every come here.

Lita circulates the view around the minimarket. The girl gasped slowly, feeling her shoulders being touched.

“Selaw, ae. Today is the same cogan first, I want a date with gebetan," said the ghost while giggling.

Darka glared, looking at Lita suspiciously.

“Why lo? There's a ghost here. Aren't you? Yes right?” ask Darka in panic.

“No, no.” Lita sat herself in the chair. “Tadi no mosquitoes.”

“This pop her noodles one for me right? I ate yes,” he tapped Darka's attention.

“Iya. Create lo,” said Darka indifferently. Eat the pop noodles too.

“Gue it again the same bokap,” said Darka suddenly. Lita opened the lid of her mineral water bottle and drank the water. Did not interrupt the young man talking.

“It's just a matter of coming home late, being exaggerated until I bring my adek,” said Darka so tell me. “So much to find things amu.”

Lita grunting rough, “Lo know why I every malem always here?” ask Lita random. Darka frowned, a reaction to Lita's question.

“Gue not at home to see me.”

Darka widens the eyes, “Lo also has problems with lo?” darka asked shrieked. “Kok can?”

Lita shrugged her shoulders, “Since Nyokap died, we are both equally chaotic,” he said. Sipping water back on a bottle of mineral water, trying to calm down so as not to stir up the story about the ugliness of his father.

“Samaan mulu us,” Laughter Darka slowly, “Sama-sama is sad.”

Lita laughed cynically. “Means I feel not alone.”

“Means lo?”

“Gue has a reason to survive,” said the girl looking into Darka's eyes sincerely. “Itu lo.”

“Gue?” darka asked while pointing at herself. Lita nodded while smiling sincerely.

“At least with the passion you make continue to survive, making me feel I have to live with the spirit as well,” said Lita honestly.

Lita says it full of sincerity and it can be felt by Darka. Darka is of course happy not to play.

There was a sense of regret that he could not erase, maybe his whole life could not be lost. However, there is a new sense of happiness, in the hope that it will cover up the regret.

Happyness.

Happiness had made the girl in front of him feel like life. From the story he experienced, without having to be the perpetrator in the dark story he played.

The girl could feel all her regrets. And he's grateful for that.

“Thank you for making me feel better, Lita. Glad to be part of the reason of life lo.”

That night, accompanied by moonlight and stars that adorned the sky as close as night, the two people were connected to each other. Quietly thank God for being met in the past days to strengthen each other.

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Happy Sundays!