Beautiful In Dark

01. Black Flashes

It takes fate to find a meeting, but I need a meeting to find my destiny

My destiny, which means you

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The sound of the hit song Kill This Love performed by the famous girl group Blackpink dominates a room belonging to Darka Samudra. A 17-year-old man is in the bathroom. Habits of young people. Shower as if holding a big concert.

"Let's kill this love! Trekrek trekktrek trekkrek track! Pampampampampam ram!"

She screamed, with her heavy voice, under the flaming shower. Darka seemed to enjoy, in contrast to his mother who was frustrated to shout at his son.

"DARKA OH MY GOD, MOTHER'S SON! IT'S SEVEN O'CLOCK, YOUR BAD LUCK, HUH! COME ON, DON'T MESS AROUND IN THE BATHROOM ! SPOON OUT!"

Darka clucked a little as he faintly heard his mother's voice between the thump of music and the sound of running water. Finally, she turned off her shower and put on a towel.

"DARKAAAAAAAAA!"

"Buset," Darka was impressed when he heard his mother's shrill while styling her wet hair with a comb. "Hopefully her vocal cords are fine" she said casually, wearing her school uniform.

He spent five minutes getting dressed. Darka turned off the song that was still stomping on her room, then exited her room after picking up her bag and cell phone.

When he came down the stairs, Mother had been waiting at the dining table with a sharp look. Darka realized that if he approached Mom it was not good, so he turned towards the exit.

"Heh, don't come here, I scribbled your name on the Family Card" Mom threatened in a cold tone. Inexhaustible with the attitude of his son, had been feared late, but it was immediately disrespectful.

Darka stopped stepping, immediately putting a big smile on his sinless face. "Fear late, Mom-"

"Udah is late, it's okay not to take part in the ceremony, here's breakfast first." Mother cut in with the remaining anger. "Don't be rude. Saucery."

"Be prepared, Mom!" Darka immediately ran, sat across from his mother and ate the fried rice that had been provided with a quick movement. This fried rice is delicious, as always.

Mom shoved Darka's head with the spoon. "Read the prayer first. Eat slowly. Kind of a kid, right?"

"Hehe, I'm hungry, ma'am." Darka smiled foolishly, his eyes narrowed and it made his mother grow furious.

"If you're hungry, why did you want to go?" ask Mom wonder. Darka's her own son, but she can't read Darka's mind.

"Fear, Mother seems angry," Darka replied, still maintaining her stupid smile.

"Mother is angry!" exclaimed Mother, making Darka shocked to a small cough.

"Oh, be careful, let's drink" Mother said, offering Darka a glass of mineral water. Darka gulped it down to feel somewhat kind.

Mother folded her hands on the table, watching Darka eating. "Eat him yes. Shower it not while tuning the song, wake up somewhat part so not late. Tired Mom screaming."

Darka smiled as he chewed, because Mom's voice still sounded normal after shrill as loud as some time ago.

"You know, how much did Dad put out to keep your records clean?" mother asked without thinking any longer, without realizing that the words she had issued could offend Darka.

"I'm done eating, now go straight away, huh?" Darka tried to smile while standing up, when fortunately, the breakfast plate was clean.

"Yes there, ha-"

"Be careful, learn the truth, if there is anything sayain, will be taken care of by Dad," cut Darka with a ignorant smile, very memorized by his mother's words in the morning.

Mother patted her son's shoulder with anxiety. "Udah went straight away, make the veins Mother go up this you! Fifteen minutes late, all right."

"Fifteen minutes' walk, half an hour late," Darka added before actually leaving in a hasty step, leaving his mother who could only growl at the back of her son.



"Split, again, bosqu!"

"Abis malming same Tulip directly mabok him!"

"Gue was sure his pocket money was cut again!"

Darka was greeted by his friends as soon as he arrived at class on his first lesson, English. Luckily Mr. Subroto has not arrived at the class and the state of the class has not been too orderly.

"The Sultan is free" Darka said, content to sit next to Anwar, the first to taunt him. He turned to look at Sandi, the second person who mocked him. "Don't be my badass, nyet!"

"Lipstick, Tulip for short, is something wrong, Sultan?" ask Sandi in a shitty tone. "Tia is the pleasure of lipstick olshop right, to the point that at school just dipake."

"One school knows the call is Tulip, accept it" added Putra, the teary-eyed guy who had mocked him last.

"Lo did not know what the ceremony was," said Anwar began a conversation that attracted Darka's attention.

"What's emang?" ask Darka directly.

"Well late, it was reviled all out when the builder gave the message. They were lined up in front of the ceremony attendees, anjir kasian." Anwar told me while putting on a sad face that almost cried.

Darka snorted, not so impressed by Anwar's exposure. "That's it, kirain fuck."

"There is Tia, geblek," said Putra while pinching his friend's rather blunt head.

"Sick, moron!" darka's reply did not accept, directly clasping the Son's head violently.

"The anjir, you brash!" Son slaps Darka's cheek in annoyance.

"Sorry yes, this is a child of two who lack omega 3. Now we can go back to our respective places" Anwar said with a serious face.

"Please help memen-temen, already yes, do not kepo," added Sandi to make the four people were no longer the center of attention.

After that, Sandi looked at Darka and Putra who were still throwing burning vengeful gazes at each other, then she clucked dislikes.

"What the hell are you doing, huh?" whispered Sandi was embarrassed. He looked at Darka cynically. "Almost lo. How many liters of medicine until the son of all?"

Darka still exhaled burning breath while looking at the Son, he did not accept the behavior of his friend that one.

"Lo thinks this is funny, huh?" anwar asked in a whisper, feeling embarrassed as well. He looked at Pita with narrowed eyes. "You get a big value, it's useless if you're still so good at the head of a bego man so good."

"Anwar the dog," Darka sighed irritatedly. However, the next second he laughed out loud. The kids in class saw him again. "No pantes gini-ginian, njir. Your face is funny."

Anwar smiled wryly. "Asem lo, Dar."

Son chuckles. "Dar, you fit in really well. Acting lo pas. The better."

"Lo too, Put," Darka replied with a grin.

"Well peace, Telor Dadar! Start mulu lo ah!" anwar exclaimed as he elbowed Darka when he saw Putra begin to give off a non-dressful aura when summoned in such a way by Darka.

Darka chuckled small. "Lo doesn't know his name is joking, ah, no fun, Put!"

Seeing Darka getting more intensely mocked the Son, Sandi raised her voice when she thought this time the Son was serious about his hardened face.

"Udah, buset, fight mulu. The act just continued, now I feel Mr. Subroto wants to go into this class," said Sandi while tidying up the table and sitting.

The son finally followed, as did Anwar, while Darka still smiled widely as if Sandi was just joking. In fact, all this time, Sandi's instinct never misses about Mr. Subroto, for some reason.

Darka was still casually sitting at the table, looking down at Sandi. "Most yesterday - not intentionally, you're really guessing. Now, who knows? Maybe Mr Subroto mules and did not enter? It's delicious."

"DARKA!" the loud noise was shocking to Darka. His body stiffened and when he turned around, Mr. Subronto had apparently been in front, looking at him with bulging eyes. "GET OUT OF THIS CLASS!"

Three of her friends behind held back laughter when they saw Darka feigning gloom while stepping out of class. It's common knowledge, Darka would be happy if he wasn't in class.

Of course he will enjoy Mr. Subroto's anger with pleasure.



Lita improved her red jacket as her footsteps began to enter the crowded area with various food vendors. Canteen.

For most students, the cafeteria is heaven. But not for Lita. He was used to carrying supplies and almost never went out of class to find food. He does not like the crowd, because it means he will make a lot of physical contact and more darkness that frightens him.

Today, no matter what was wrong with him, he woke up late and chose not to bring provisions rather than late. Lita tried to be an exemplary child, she did not want to get a bad moral record.

With a heavy heart, to fill her stomach that had been empty because it had not been filled since morning, Lita went to the crowded place. Intentionally, Lita always wears a long-sleeved jacket that can close the possibility of her making direct physical contact with the skin of her body.

For a Lita, this was her first time to set foot in the cafeteria, after almost two years in this school. Several children who knew him through an incident involving him with the OSIS chairman one year ago, looked at him strangely.

Among the crowd of students, Lita is easily a concern because of wearing a very striking red jacket. But Lita only lowered her head when stared at in such a way.

Lita's goal is only one, buy batagor and mineral water. After that he would return to class and avoid all the pairs of eyes that were staring at him strangely.

Lita moved quickly, buying the two materials she needed. When he finished, he walked back quickly. But the world did not give him an easy way.

Not paying too much attention to the road, Lita accidentally hit someone's body and made the snacks she brought almost fell. Lita immediately rewinded with her head still down.

"Ah, sori, I don't see the road. It's okay, right?" ask the person he hit, while reaching for his wrist to make Lita reflexively look at his face.

Their eyes met meaningfully. Lita was drowned in the warm-looking brown iris.

However, a black shadow immediately covered Lita's vision. A punch that is not clear from where it came as if hit Lita's head and make her dizzy.

"Lo mode, Omelette! Pake hold-hold the hands of all girls!" someone mocked that guy.

"Ye, lo-sirik"

Lita immediately moved away, letting go of that physical contact. Making the person in front of him this stifled confused.

"Yeah, detachable!" the voice was blinking again.

With a dizzy and strange feeling that befell her body, Lita's quick steps made her leave the canteen with a astonished look from someone.



Author's note:

Hows it? Did Darka live up to your expectations when you first read her name?

Does Lita also meet the expectations of all friends?

I will only tell you that Indah Dalam Kelam will be published every Saturday and Sunday, accompanying your nights

See you next week! :*