Beautiful In Dark

26. Don't Be Sick, My Light

Sorry for being so hesitant

It is your sincere love that makes me live in heaven

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"Lo's like a corpse, Dar, don't be so sad, ugly" Anwar said, trying to cheer Darka up on their way home. Sandi and Putra agree to take Darka to Anwar's house to resuscitate the boy.

Because, today Darka has not said a word, obviously this makes Anwar, Sandi and Putra feel something is wrong. Maybe it's about Lita and Darka being sad about it.

"Lita mutusin lo again?" tanya Sandi finally voiced her guess. "Lo try again. Rejected, you're ordinary."

"Heh" said the Son. "Don't do it, it's karma."

"Yes-yes," Anwar replied with a frown.

"Maybe Lita needs time, Dar. But I'm sure he'll come back to you again" said Putra calming.

"Sometimes, love is hard. So it has to be fought," added Sandi.

"Ish, not that" said Darka, finally making a sound.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Oh?"

Anwar, Sandi and even Putra pulled over the car because they were very surprised by Darka's voice that turned flat and cold. No Darka is cheerful, bright and full of jokes.

"Why?" Anwar was first aware of his shock.

"Jelita doesn't reject me. I didn't even get to talk to her," Darka replied in a deep voice. "He's sick, War."

Darka lowered his head, his voice weakened and his eyes watered again. He sobbed little and made Putra immediately turn his car back on.

"Which hospital, Dar?"

***

Unlike yesterday, now that someone who Darka thought was Lita's father accompanied Lita seems still unconscious. With three of her friends, Darka walked in and greeted politely.

Father looked. The three-headed man similar to Lita looked surprised and immediately stood up. His forehead shriveled in wonder. "You guys ... Lita's friend, huh?"

Darka nodded, somewhat awkwardly and confusedly wanting to reply how. "Yes..."

"I'm Lita's father. I want to talk to you guys, let's get out first." My dad smiled friendly. "If here's afraid Lita's distracted."

"Oh, ready, om!" exclaimed Anwar cheerfully, trying to liven up the atmosphere so as not to be too sad.

The five of them ended up sitting lined up in the front waiting chair of Lita's nursery. With the positions of Darka, Father, Son, Sandi and Anwar. They were only silent for a while because the confused father wanted to start from where and Darka and his friends were also a bit embarrassed and shy to start.

Dad finally cleared his throat, making their hearing standby. Dad first patted Darka on the thigh and looked at the 17-year-old with serious eyes.

"I'm glad Lita has friends. I guess Lita was always alone. He had been in trouble recently and was worried that no one would accompany him. But there you guys are, I'm relieved. Thank you," said the father to Darka. It was as if it was just Darka, as he was only looking towards Darka. "Thank you, kid. Thanks."

Hearing this, Darka's tongue was confused to answer. That she wasn't on Lita's side at the time when the girl was in trouble.

"Relax, o'm, there we are, kok," the Son replied suddenly, making the father turn to him with a happy face.

"Thank you, yes" said the father again saying the same word.

"I'm a bad father to Lita. I like to get drunk and go home at night without paying attention to Lita. Fortunately he was an independent and disciplined boy, but I felt ashamed. My life was such a waste for her, much to the disappointment." Dad told me so, with a downward gaze and gestures his body was full of deep regret.

"You must know, right, Lita's mother has been gone for good" said the father again.

"Huh?" Flabbergasted son.

"Ha, seriously, um?" tanya Sandi was surprised.

"What?" Anwar almost squealed if unconscious at this time he was in the hospital.

"Oh, you don't know yet, do you?" ask dad.

"We have not been told yet," the reply of the Son represents Sandi and Anwar.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Dad turned to Darka who had only been silent since then.

Looking at the unreacted Darka, Son, Sandi and Anwar looked at the friend demandingly.

"I think he already knows first, om," Sandi said upset herself, feeling distrusted by Darka.

Darka cleared his throat pretending to be calm. "Yes, I know first, um."

Dad nodded. "I think Lita is closer to you huh. What's your name, son?"

"Telor Dadar, um," Anwar joked.

Dad suddenly laughed. Making Darka a bit surprised because apparently Lita's father is quite friendly, not as old as his son even though their faces are similar.

"I'm Darka, um. Don't beat Anwar, he likes to be nervous" Darka replied in self-defense.

"Oh, so anyway. What's her name again?"

"Oh, I'm Son, om. The smartest one here."

"Em, I'm Anwar, um. The most beautiful one here. Visual, visual."

"Pret, anjir," ledek Sandi pretended to vomit.

I laughed again. He felt back in his youth. Then he cleared his throat, putting on a serious face again. "I hope you're always friends with Lita, yeah."

"Oh, so sure, om. Especially the one on the left om noh, love is very similar om children," said the spirit son, making Darka immediately glared in surprise. "Yesterday only to skip because it was followed to see the child om."

Father's eyes sparkled. "Oh, huh?"

Darka rubbed his nape. He chuckled and nodded. "Yesterday Darka came here. Sorry yes, um, time is not there, Darka just play in and out."

Both Putra, Sandi and Anwar, the three immediately vomited in their hearts to see how polite Darka was. He takes care of the image.

"Oh, when I'm working, huh? It's okay, relax. Everyone can cool down." Dad smiled broadly. "Now please come in. Whenever you can stop by. Of course not with the intention to harm Lita. He's quite disappointed with me, just as you guys are not. Okay?"

"Ready, um," replied Darka reflex.

"Okay, um," replied the Son.

Then Dad stood up, he took a lot of breaths. "I want to go to work first. You take good care of Lita, yes, I believe in you guys. Thanks."

Darka and his three friends answered politely and after the father left, the four of them finally went into Lita's nursery.

Seeing Lita who was still unconscious, made Darka's heart even more sliced. He's not strong enough to see it. Really am.

Why did this girl make him sad so soon?

***

It's the sixth day since she first visited and today Darka is back to visit Lita.

"Dearn..."

Darka looked at that beautiful face that was asleep. His face was clean, peaceful and calm. His lentic eyelashes, nose, nose, heart-shaped lips that are now pale make Darka realized just how beautiful Lita.

Why did the girl not wake up? Is the world there more beautiful and makes her happy? Did Lita forget Darka who was always waiting for her?

Every day Darka washed his body, allowed his hair, arranged his blanket, prayed every night. Darka did not dare to hold his hand, he was afraid that Lita would take longer to wake up because if she touched Lita, it would usually make Lita faint.

Seeing that weak-looking wiggly hand made Darka want to hold it. Begging Lita to wake up, look at her who wants to say sorry.

Darka clenched his hands together to concentrate his forehead with the elbow that was next to Lita's body and closed his eyes as if in despair.

"Jelies..."

"No boss, what?"

Darka's eyes opened immediately. His heart almost came loose when he saw Lita who was now opening her eyes, looking at him coldly. Darka did not care about Lita's attitude, he was too happy and only able to smile.

"Finally my prayer was answered" he said after a moment of silence. "Lo know how worried and discouraged I am every day to see you just lying? Now, my wait is finally paying off, Je. Thank you for waking up."

Lita closed her eyes, paled. Actually he had been awake since the first day he was in the hospital, he heard everything. The arrival of Darka, his friends and every time Darka calls out his name. But Lita just dared to open her eyes now, after not bear to torture Darka.

Likewise with his father, he did not want to cry in front of him just because the copyist who would take his life. It never will.

"Lo why, Je?" ask Darka curiously. "Yesterday you were still healthy."

"Lo can stay with me if I'm ashamed to have a disease problem" Lita replied without looking at Darka. He swallowed his mouth rough. "Gue is okay."

Darka was struck by lightning hearing that. He looked at Lita with a sad look, he shook his head slowly several times.

Before long, his eyes began to water and his voice was very soft when he came out. "Where may I stay, Jelita. Cannot. I never could."

"Why?"

"Lo knows the answer but still asks." Darka smiled bitterly, holding back his tears that almost came out. "Gue love you."

Darka's voice was really a whisper, but it was very clear and full of emphasis in Lita's ears.

"Do you still have doubts?" darka asked almost in despair.

Lita looked at Darka blankly. "Your place shouldn't be here, Darka. You have no right to be sad, no right to cry because of me, I'm nobody to live you."

"Jelita, my goodness" Darka lamented in frustration. He looked up, trying hard not to cry. "Don't joke with me."

"Gue wasn't kidding," Lita said quickly.

Darka was immediately surprised, he did not care about the tears that had come out, wet his cheeks and now his eyes reddened with a frown. "Lo don't love me?"

Lying that now Lita's ears do not feel hot and her face began to blush. With his powers in place, he moves a hand covered in a hospital blanket to remove Darka's tears.

Darka was clearly startled, looking at Lita with a big question mark.

"Gue love you, Darka. But—"

"Gue doesn't accept buts. Don't like it." Darka cut as he clasped Lita's hand that was covered in the blanket tightly with both of her big hands. "We love each other and will always be together. That's what I want."

Lita's tongue was suddenly confused to answer, her throat was dry and she seemed to have no energy just to return Darka's gaze.

Lita moves her hand, trying to escape from Darka's grasp, but Darka does not obey.

"Ngapain close your eyes? Wanna run?" darka asked in a witty tone. "Don't run, I'll be sad. Jelita, please, don't joke. I want to talk seriously."

Eventually Lita gave up. He opened his eyes, but did not look at Darka. He would only listen because it seemed Darka was earnest in his words.

Darka took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Gue's gonna apologize, Je. Ever since we were framed and I was locked up at home, I know you had a hard time at school. You are said, hated and whatever makes you sad. I'm really sorry, Je." Darka lowered his head deeply, closing his eyes miserably. "If I'm forgiven, please say, 'lo handsome'."

Lita gave a small laugh, inexhaustible with the direction of Darka's thought path. He had many ways of making her know how to laugh.

"Lo is always handsome" Lita said in a whisper.

Darka's head immediately lifted, the face immediately put on a happy look. "Original?"

"Ear disorders," replied Lita cruelly. Directly releasing his hand from Darka's grasp as the man let his guard down.

Darka pouty. He snorted while allowing his hair. "I feel good, huh. What is your time?"

"Go home, I'll go to bed." Lita wants to put an end to this pleasure because she does not want to make herself fall more and more to Darka.

"Gue wait until I go to bed again" Darka said with a big smile, looking at Lita who was immediately blind-faced. "Please?" begingly.

Lita rolled her eyeballs. "Lo disturb, original."

"Don't do it, ntar kangen," Darka replied not to lose. "Eh, but tomorrow I'm here, really, don't worry."

"Clear," looked up at Lita, closing her eyes. He started trying to fall asleep because his stomach was now hurting and he hoped the pain would go away when he fell asleep.

Darka only stared at her until ten minutes passed. Then smiled as she thought Lita had fallen asleep.

"Gue is not at all bosen here. I can see the angel, why should I be bosen?" Darka answers Lita's question which the girl first throws when she wakes up, confirming Lita's hair that covers her eyes. "Dreamt of me. Don't forget. May the spit be healed, my light."

Darka grunts. "Gue's ticklish, but it's my inner voice, Jelita."

The man finally got up, and completely left Lita's nursery after another five minutes of staring at Lita.

When Darka completely left, Lita's eyes opened. He pretended to sleep. Then, slowly, he cried without a sound.

***

"Dad, how's Lita going?" tanya Lita was frustrated at her father who was eating fried rice beside her.

Tonight I visited and Lita talked to her father again. Yesterday's nights were passed with Lita telling her the grievances of her life and her views on father. Lita felt like she had to spend more time with dad before anything happened.

Lita and Dad's relationship is starting to improve. They are closer and love each other. Father had changed and Lita forgave her father and accepted him with open arms.

Lita does not regret having a father like her father, neither angry nor upset.

Because his father is his father. Since long ago until now.

"Your attention won't go away? I'm happy, Lita. You actually like it, right?"

"Yes, I like it too. But it's Kasian."

"Why did he?"

"He's a good boy. Always take care of me from day one. He's the one I love the most after mom and dad."

"Dad agrees you're with him. He's a good kid. Darka, yeah, her name?"

Lita nodded small. "He helped me solve my problems, and so has I. I feel like I have a real friend and apparently he .. love me, well."

"Well?" Dad immediately beamed. "Good, dong, then!"

Lita thinning lips. "But I have a disease, yeah."

Dad's hand stopped moving. He looked at his daughter with dislike. "You're gonna get well, son. Don'worry. I guarantee you."

"Em, yes, deh," Lita replied according to.

"Smart kid."

"Eh, yeah."

"Yes?"

"Sorry, yeah." Lita was unable to look at him directly, but instead saw the small stars that adorned the sky through the small window next to her.

"Sorry why?"

"I ... can't be father's pride, happiness and tranquility." Lita voiced along with hot eyes and started to water.  "I used to love going out at night without Dad's knowledge."

Dad seemed surprised, but he immediately shook his head to reject Lita's statement. "Don't do it, Lita. I accept you for who you are, you are the most beautiful gift I have to look after. You're happy dad. Don't think of anything, it's my duty to take care of you."

Lita closed her eyes, then she sobbed, crying out loud. After being held for almost a week, he finally broke down as well. Shedding his grief and despair.

"I am now troubled. I should have died instantly."

"No," said the father firmly. He wiped Lita's tears and smiled broadly. "Dad wants you to be happy, son. Don't surrender. For dad's sake, huh?"

Lita forced herself to smile. He did not want to make his father even sadder to see crying like this. "Dad, help me wake up."

"Why? You want to go to the toilet?"

Shaking small, Lita's hand reached the size of the hand that began to wrinkle his father's. "Help get up."

Father just obeyed. Lita finally sat down. The daughter looked fragile and the father was tormented to see her. Why didn't he take care of Lita?

Then, suddenly Lita hugged him tightly. Makes her surprised and moved because her son still accepts this bad self. The hug was equally tight.

"Dad .. I'm afraid." Lita makes a soft voice.

"Dad's here, son. Always."

Lita closed her eyes. His mother also said that, a long time ago. But in the end, my mother left him.

The word 'always', never realized.

"I don't dare say I will always be the same father, too" said Lita on the sidelines of Isak. "But I'm gonna try to heal."

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