Beautiful In Dark

24. Returnee

The thing I hate most in this world is

Seeing you cry, because I'm too bad for someone as good as you

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"Have you eaten?"

"What same? If I had bought rice sitting on the deck of Anwar's house."

"Gue did not like cucumbers, so he was given to Anwar. Surprisingly, Anwar likes all the food. If you don't, is there food you don't like?"

"Jelita."

Unheeded again.

Darka feels his relationship with Lita goes back to zero. After the many things that went through together, the sense that had been intertwined with each other, everything shattered as if it could not be put together again when a week ago Lita voiced her desire to stay away from Darka.

Darka is forced to agree, he does not want Lita will get sick again when with him.

Since he spoke, continued to speak and say all the words, there was not a single word of reply from Lita. The girl simply lowered her head while frowning her hands as if they were knitted.

They were waiting for the room for the inspection to be cleared and prepared. They sat in one long chair, next to each other in the same patient uniform.

Darka cleared his throat and poked Lita's shoulder until the girl turned to him with a frown.

"Je, if I talk about dong's answer. Feel like talking to ghosts again, hm," complained Darka still in a joking tone. "We just met again today. I'm smart, but I don't think so. School's gonna be tough, huh?"

Lita wanted to speak truthfully, that she was tormented while at school. He wanted to cry because his heart was so sick without Darka's help.

But lies have taken hold of his heart.

"It's a hospital. Do not be noisy. Later the other patients to disturb," reply Lita annoyed. "Lou tuh kegedean."

"Oh? So I have to whisper? Okay-okay, I understand. I guess it's fun too, yeah. If so let's talk," said Darka while whispering, it's getting more excited.

Lita rolled her eyeballs, inexhaustible with Darka's thoughts.

"Lo tuh ya," decak Lita, at a loss for words.

Seeing him, Darka chuckled. "Don't get bored with my win, yeah. I'm excited and I'll make you grin. Okay?"

Lita just smiled thinly. His relationship with Darka could not be deepened. Even before they actually established an official relationship, there was already a calamity approaching and each one got injured.

Lita just can't imagine how going ahead. He wants Darka to be happy, and so does he. Lita is a bit pessimistic, but she hopes Darka can understand.

In addition, there is something that makes Lita more convinced to make Darka happy, without her.

"Je, don't you want something?" darka asked still while whispering because she thought this was more interesting.

"Hm?"

Darka clucked in disappointment at the half-dead confused face of Lita. "Of course you don't want to?"

Lita shakes.

"Ih senunan, pretty-beautiful," ledek Darka with a witty face.

Lita's hand instantly floated up, patting the biceps of the guy next to her with an annoyed face.

"Ciee, dare to be a nabok," Darka teased. "Selted, huh?"

"Lo, you" said Lita again inexhaustible. He shifted his body, creating a distance between himself and Darka. Lita really can't joke or laugh with Darka.

That can't be. Danger.

"Gue is like you! Kesal, you know what?" darka asked, he shifted closer to Lita and whispered again. "Gue wants to pinch your cheeks because of my cuekin again, I want to mess with your hair because you never laugh at my jokes again, I want to ngetekkin lo because you are now changing."

All Darka's words hit Lita's heart hard. He feels very guilty. Right, Lita has changed.

"I'm sorry, Dar, but I have to believe it," Lita said seriously. He really hoped Darka would understand.

"No, lo gini again. Argh, my sprain!" darka finally made a normal voice. "Less strong what else am I? It's been cut off for no reason, now it's dicuekin. Beuh, sick, Jelita. It hurts so much."

I think Lita felt the pain. He was also sick, but imagining himself becoming Darka, he would definitely be very angry.

How patient Darka is. She's kind. Lita hopes Darka will always be happy.

"Je, lo inget no, I should be performing theater today and you should be watching" Darka said, changing the subject. It was as if he was fine over Lita's treatment which could be said to be very tearing at his heart.

Lita tries to control herself. If Darka was ordinary, Lita should have been fine.

"Oh, yeah, I'm craving."

"It's so bad I didn't follow. Lo too, right?"

Lita smiled thinly. Therefore, Darka got a lot of havoc. He also regretted that Darka, who was supposed to perform at the theater today, was here to be examined.

"Sorry, yeah. Because I'm—"

"Gue was wrong too. Why do you want to see your eyes and someone takes a picture of us. Then we're framed and it's even here." Darka laughed blandly. "It's us, deh. Agreed?"

Lita looked down, feeling more guilty. He closed his lips, holding back the tears that suddenly wanted to come out.

"Everybody is wrong and sinful, Je."

Why would he be met with someone like Darka? Someone who closes his adult attitude with a stupid smile that often makes people want to hit his head.

***

"For anyone who makes and spreads hoaxes about Darka and Jelita and their occurrence, will be punished accordingly." Mr. Azel announced it on the pulpit for the ceremonial builder after the ceremony was over. "For the perpetrators who do not turn themselves in a week from now, will be processed to get a letter out of school. Please after this there is no similar case and for those who are harmed we apologize as much as possible. Peace is beautiful. Thanks."

The teachers began to approach him, apologizing and would try to punish someone responsible.

Darka laughed blandly. For anyone who made this scenario, he really hated it.

As for Lita, she received the same treatment. No more eyes that looked down upon him or disgusted. Everything had returned to normal, although some people were still looking at him strangely.

Lita hopes that the perpetrator who might hate her can appear and will tell Lita how tortured she is because of her actions.

After the ceremony, school activities took place as usual.

***

"Dad want to take responsibility for your decision to hold Darka for a week?"

The father who was reading the newspaper accompanied by a cup of coffee looked up at his son who had just returned from school and was demanding something more.

"Sorry," said the father solemnly. After finding out his son is innocent, the father felt bad and relieved. "Thank you for not disappointing me."

"Now Darka's disappointed with dad. Why not believe it, anyway?"

"There's no harm in you learning that week. Why are you angry?" ask me I don't understand.

"Temen Darka, yeah. He had to face the abuse alone, the insulting look and the vile swearing at school. While Darka's at home, protected. You think Darka tastes so good? What if my son experienced it?" Darka dripped his eyes, unable to imagine Lita's feelings.

He was informed by Anwar, Sandi and Putra about the treatment Lita received for one week yesterday. All of that made Darka dare not appear before Lita.

At school, he did not meet Lita or take her along.

Dad looked surprised, but he immediately cleared his throat. "Daddy, I'll say sorry."

"I'M SORRY IT'S NOT ENOUGH, DAD!" darka Exclamation emotion. Breath hunting.

"DARKA!" reply father angry.

The screams deafened Mom and she finally came, leaving her job in the room cleaning up the dust.

Father and Darka looked back at the arrival of the mother with a clean look of any emotion.

However, one second later a speck of clear water from his eyes slid.

"You guys, can you, just a day of peace? I'm tired."

***

It's been two weeks. Lita and Darka are no longer as close as they used to be. They were really like strangers and Lita was grateful for it. He doesn't have to worry about making Darka hurt anymore.

His life went as normal, straight and meaningless. Lita had just come home from school and entered her home.

Lita could not understand why her father suddenly stood in front of her after he opened his shoes and placed them on a shelf next to the door. His forehead puckered, asking something.

"Daddy not working? Why, dad? Dad sick? I—"

Lita's words were swallowed back as her father hugged her all of a sudden. The hug was tight, full of guilt and made my tears unstoppable.

"Dad apologize, son. Sorry, sorry, sorry—"

"Dad why the hell?" Lita took off the hug forcefully. He started to think the no-no and looked at Dad worriedly. "What's up, dad?"

Dad rubbed his tears violently. "Fool's father."

"Huh?" Lita was still wondering.

"Dad doesn't pay attention to your school. Said your neighbor was accused of not-yet there? Dad just found out, sorry ya—"

"It happened three weeks ago, yeah. Today is over."

Dad's pensive, really feeling shot in the heart. It felt really sick, seeing the flat face of his son staring at him.

"If you had known, I would have defended you all out. Why don't you tell me, son?" ask the frustrated father. Her tears almost fell. "Daddy feels so useless, I feel so guilty."

Lita bit her lower lip, restraining haru as well as the anger that was bubbling up in her chest. "I'm not wrong, why bother, why dad bother. You don't have to feel guilty either, this is my problem."

"But you are being insulted and ridiculed. I don't like it" said the angry father. "You're gonna kill the culprit."

Lita chuckled, actually somewhat astonished by the father's attitude. "No need, yeah. We are at peace. Everything's all done, okay."

"Your mother must be sad. I don't look at you very well" complained the frustrated father.

"Well, why today?" tanya Lita finally voiced her astonishment.

All this time he and his father seemed to live in a world that was closed. Not caring about each other and just reproaching in the heart. But this time her father was openly worried about Lita.

"Well, why?" His father asked back.

"Daddy different. I'm not usually like this." Lita tried hard so her tears wouldn't spill. "Usually my father is not worried about me, does not pay attention to me, does not feel guilty about me. Dad's not my dad and I'm not your son. We're like strangers living in one house."

Dad's heart was completely torn apart. Stupidly, he realized it now. After the many tears her daughter spilled without having time to remove.

"Usually father is not like this and .. I am sad.." Lita finally shed tears. Make dad immediately hold it tight as if Lita will disappear. "But now, I'm glad you're like this."

Dad can only hold back tears, lamenting his stupidity also feels the sadness of his only child.

"Sorry, son. I'm gonna try to be a good dad, son. Promise."

"Thank you, Dad, it's back."

"Let's make your mother happy together, son."

With a bitter smile, Lita agreed with her father's words solemnly.

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