Beautiful In Dark
20. Don't Always Be Sad
Don't live in vain
Who is always sad, because of the abandonment of him who is loved
Hey, happy is waiting for you, even always invite
You're not tempted?
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“Jel, why the hell?”
The question from Darka made Lita look back, finding that now Darka had stopped walking.
“Udah. Gapapa.” Lita moved her hand as if inviting the young man. He told her to follow his footsteps.
Darka walked back, back,
“Lagian, really tumben-men work lo nyariin me,” chlap Darka.
It has been almost a week since the incident Lita knew all the secrets about her, she also moved away from Lita slowly. Not indifferent, but just talking to Lita as necessary. Then left the girl with various questions in her head.
Until one day, Anwar, who had taken Lita's contact from Darka's phone secretly, finally contacted the girl.
Remember the day Anwar had Lita's contact? He did not directly contact the girl on the grounds of fear for Lita. Imagining the girl's fierce face with a piercing look made Anwar so shrivelled.
With Anwar's explanation, Lita finally took the initiative to comfort the young man. Accompany him to work, as well as invite him into the room where his coworkers gather.
“They on kangen sama lo. Especially Mia Siska. Can not wash your eyes anymore because you do not come play again here,” said Lita told me.
“Can aja,” Darka chirps grimly, but the effect is made-up. “Gue is very handsome, Jel, until dikangenin so?”
Lita sneers. “Gruesome handsome.”
Darka smiled with satisfaction.
“But viewed from the straw hole.”
Darka's smile instantly faded. It swore quietly, raising its fist into the air. While Lita continued to walk faster, ignoring Darka who had been miauh-muh-misuh flown high instead was thrown down forcibly.
“Neaseless see the prince make a smile,” murmured Darka annoyed.
***
Just before the door, Darka and Lita had heard a noise from inside the room, The girl in the red jacket opened the door, and sure enough. The state of the room was already excited not playing.
“Eh, there Jelita has arrived,” said Anna ceria. The girl's mood is in the middle of flowers. Seen from his very sincere smile.
Lita smiled for a while, stepping towards the chair she used to sit in. Earlier, Lita had Darka sit on the sofa. Darka smiled at them all.
“Tumben Darka play here, Lit,” chirps Siska.
Lita was silent for a while, remembering the events of Siska possessed by Sifa's spirit. “Iya, sis. I'm the one who's getting here.”
“Bosen at home mulu. Mending playing here,” said Darka. Stare at all of them who are busy with their respective activities, getting ready to do their work.
“Do not choose me, if you cannot be faithful.”
Dara was shocked when she heard the voice of Gio singing in front of her, dressed up with a crib wig that had been attached to her head. Not to forget the black scarf coiled right around his neck.
“You don't understand me, myself, who's been hurt.”
Then, Bagas appeared to connect the song of Gio while carrying a broomstick hijuk wearing a coboy hat and using a broomstick like a horseman.
Then, the young men looked at each other. Putting on a face as if to live a song.
“Cintaaa..”.
Dara's mouth was increasingly gaping, confused why these two humans sang in front of him so.
The two young men if when disguised as ghosts seem very scary, then if in a state of not working will look like this.
Very unclear.
“Lo's voice is both good. But it's better not to sing anyway,” said Anna commenting. Lita nodded in agreement.
“Lagian lo both why sing in front of me, njir? I judge what.” Dara turned her body against the glass.
“Lo mah is not a jury, but jurig,” said Gio made everyone laugh except Dara and Lita.
Lita's smile and laughter are expensive. Sorry to remind.
“Crazy, crazy. It turns out that if I think I am handsome yes,” chirps random Bagas.
“With me everywhere,” said Gio did not accept hearing the word handsome if spoken by Bagas.
“Free handsome if single,” said Siska mocking.
“Free handsome if it turns out the invitation ngedatenya rejected,” said Anna pompori.
“Ciaa who was rejected ciaaa..” Gio who felt that it was not him, even mocked Bagas.
“Diem lo.” Bagas threw his original broomstick, feeling craped with the ridicule of his friends. The young man pulled a chair, sitting beside Lita. He nudged the girl's chair, watching them all in silence. “Lit, buy me dong.”
“How to do?” tanya Lita frowned. “Kan emang reality.”
“Lita you don't believe me?” the young man screeched, widening his eyes, looking at Lita who was secretly supporting the act of ridiculing him. “You're the same as me, Lit.”
“Hahahaha, eat this cave kribo hair,” said Gio took off his wig and threw it at Bagas. Bagas accepted it, rubbing the tip of his eye using the wig.
“Eh, it's not lo dapet from the front trash can huh?” ana asked Gio, watching the wig.
“Hah?” Gio looked at the wig, then he snapped his finger. “Iya, njir. Smelly garbage pantesan.”
Bagas who heard it immediately threw the kribo wig in any direction, mendelik disgusted. The young man rubbed his face violently, yelling annoyed at Gio's actions.
Lita smiled softly, her gaze then turned to Darka who was sitting on the sofa near the front door. Slowly, Lita's smile faded. The girl's eyes twinkled slightly, finding the young man laughing softly.
Featuring a row of white teeth and eyes narrowed with laughter, it was perfectly sculpted on his face.
Without realizing it, he began to be fascinated by the young man who initially irritated him, increasingly falling on the charm of the young man, to the bottom that can not be reached anymore.
***
Lita got off Darka's bike while taking off her helmet. Wearing the hood of his jacket because he was wearing a helmet.
“Still yes, Jel.”
Lita raised her face, finding Darka sitting on her motorbike already staring at her while smiling gently. “Make what?”
“At the invitation to meet with your friends who tada gesrek it,” replied Darka quickly.
Lita nods small, “Sama-sama. Oh yes, Dar...” Lita gulped, somewhat nervously continued her speech. “Lo problem equals...”
“Udah done. Just calm down. I won't mistake myself again.” Darka understood Lita's intentions. “Sifa. This is all fate. So yeah how else.”
“Sana login. This is very malem. Bokap you must have come back,” said Darka told the girl to enter his house. Darka turned on his motorbike, rushing to get home as well.
“Darka," call Lita.
“What?”
Darka gawked on the spot, his eyes twitching a few times as if he could not believe this was real. The young man felt his cheeks heat up. Both corners of her lips lifted up, looking at Lita with warm eyes.
"Thank you."
"Ah, yes, you know the lantern festival on Deket school street?" asked Lita suddenly, remembering something.
Darka frowning. "Gue tau's. But why are you suddenly nanyain?"
"You going there?"
"Huh? How come?" Darka was very surprised to see Lita's enthusiasm tonight, she was different from usual. "Seriously?"
Lita nodded. "Come on."
They finally travel again. Heading to the lantern festival held on the street around his school. His classmates were talking about it. Lita thought she would not be able to see it, but now her wish is realized as well.
His mother, she loves lanterns. When his mother was alive, they often made lanterns out of balloons and decorated his house with them. However, ever since his mother died, Dad burned all the lanterns, along with the memory pieces.
Not felt, now they have arrived at the road where the sky was studded with lanterns that began to air. Lita was amazed, unaware that Darka was staring at her face.
No, Darka doesn't like lanterns at all. In fact, he feels the beauty of Lita now more than the beauty of lanterns.
"How come it's not so fun, huh?" tanya Lita finally realized that Darka was just silent. In the middle of the street crowd, the man looked like a statue. Lots of schoolchildren and lots of voices. Darka is usually cheerful.
"Entahlah—"
"Come on, Dar, don't be sad. Lo kayak little boy," cut Lita feel greget. "Gue how to make you back again like first?"
Darka smiled faintly. "When I don't exist, my life isn't the same anymore, Je."
"Gue is the same." Lita looked at Darka blankly. His heart raged as he recalled his mother's departure which left a lot of grief. "Since my mother left, my life has been empty. I feel like I want to die alone and if I am still alive, my life is lived without impression because from the beginning I was not so happy to be alive."
"Heh, lo, if you like to talk," said Darka did not like.
"Lo is that now. Your life is not just sad, you have to be happy. I don't want anyone like me anymore." Lita said seriously. "His life was spent in vain, only because of the sorrow of being abandoned by a loved one."
Darka. He suddenly looked up, staring at the luminous lanterns in the air. His eyes were round when he realized one thing.
"There's light."
"Hm?" Lita frowned confused.
"Gue believes, every light, there is hope." Darka smiled cheerfully, he looked at Lita excitedly. "We make hope, yuk!"
Lita laughs. Ever since he knew Darka, he began to recognize hope. Hope to be happy in life.
There was nothing else he wanted but to be happy.
You too, same right?
***
There are two things that make Lita happy today.
First, it managed to make Darka's mood improve.
Second, get the first salary from the results of his efforts.
Although the result was nothing, the girl was already grateful. This money will be shown to his father as a form if he is able to make money in his own way.
His expectations tonight his father is in a normal state. That is, not drunk as usual. Then, Lita showed me the money she got, handed it over to Dad to keep and it would be used for their later needs.
However, the reality he accepted…..
“Where are you, huh?!”
His father sat in a chair, clutching a half-used bottle of alcohol. On the verge of consciousness remaining, he stood close to Lita.
The girl clenched her hands, looking at her father sharply. “I just got home from work.”
“Work?” ask her father cynically. “What work do you do nights like this?”
“Work is a ghost. I also just got my first salary.”
“Hmmmmm...” The hand of the almost fifty-year-old man was open, his body was overwhelmed by the effects of his drunkenness.
“Where is the money?”
“You I save, saved for kal—.” needs
“SINI DUNE!”
Lita closed her eyes tightly. His father's screams were very ear and heart-shattering.
The girl felt the pocket of her jeans, took the money, the result of her hard work during this month which was full of sweat and tears. Give it to Dad without hesitation. Dad looked at the money, then smiled obliquely.
“Sana. Enter the room,” said Dad pushed Lita's shoulder.
The girl grimaced softly due to the encouragement of her father earlier, making her dizzy for a while. Father walked towards his room laughing, ignoring Lita who started to shed her tears.
Expectations and realities for Jelita Geannesa were never in line with what she had hoped.
***
Lita ducked, focusing on eating her brown bread in class. Spending the first break in class is one of his routines. The girl didn't eat breakfast this morning because she woke up late. The pain in his waist again relapsed.
“Guys, class group check,” shouted one of his classmates.
“Emang what's wrong?”
“See aja. There's Darka in the canteen same new chick.”
Deg
Lita fell silent. Not daring to raise his head, choosing to eat his brown bread to be rather calm. Several students, including her classmates already knew that the girl was close to Darka.
“Eh, don't talk too hard. Entar there is a satirist again,” said the girl beroni flat, looking back, precisely towards Lita.
The few students stared at him, making Lita look down even more.
“So much pity in the famous land crocodile php one school,” bob-haired girl's lips, with her sarcastic laugh.
Lita breathes slowly, trying to control herself. The girl felt her chest hurt, not liking to hear her tell me things about Darka.
When the class was quiet, Lita grabbed her hape in the desk drawer. Opens roomchat of his class. There were a lot of messages there because the girl mute the notification and rarely opened the message.
The girl scrolled the screen several times, until she found what she was looking for.
Three photos taken a few minutes ago. Darka and a beautiful girl. No, not Tia. But the other one.
There was a photo laughing together, Darka looking at the girl, and the last photo.
The two looked at each other.
The pictures were taken on purpose, but they still look romantic.
Lita shouldn't have fallen off right away. He cursed himself, feeling really sick but could not also blame Darka.
He himself chose to fall.
