Beautiful In Dark

29. Final Plea

A child expects nothing but to be happy with their parents

I wish I was that kid,

and I was that kid, with bad manners.

But which parent doesn't want their child to be happy?

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Darka was chased by demons when he reached his home. Her hair had been disheveled and sweat was pouring down her temples. His face was full of worry and fear. Darka never felt like this.

He just realized, the influence of the girl can be this big.

"Dad!" call it with the rest of the energy. It was night and he was sure his mother's father had slept.

*The afternoon Darka cried in front of Lita's nursery, looking after and praying for the girl while being examined. At least Lita will have someone waiting for her until she comes to her senses. Darka waited for her until night, unceasingly hoping that Lita would be fine.

When finally the doctor and some of his assistants who checked out, but apparently not only that, Lita who has been given some tools that do not know what it-Darka does not know, but apparently not only that, come out somewhere to be taken.

"Why my friend, doc?" ask Darka worried. The situation was already chaotic at that time, so the doctor who saw it was concerned.

"Where do you know his father?" The doctor asked back.

"Maybe his dad's working, doc. If there's anything the doctor can tell me" Darka said. "What kind of pain did my friend, doc? How bad?"

"I'll wait for his father to arrive. You just go home. Good night, son, don't forget to rest. Your friend will be fine" the doctor replied, and he just left Darka with a growing question mark.

Darka***hair is frustrating. His eyes were watering again, he was crying without a sound and his heart was unceasingly pounding at the thought of Lita's state.

About thirty minutes later, Lita's father came. His body and face look tired and Darka tells the state of Lita who suddenly fainted and was taken to a special room. Dad ran and asked about his daughter.

In a room, his father came out with a face of despair. Darka was increasingly worried about seeing her.

"Why, um?"

"Lita needs surgery ..." His father wiped away the tears that flooded his face. "Saw is not accepted yet."

Darka immediately ran. He took a distance to his house and hoped he would get help. Her eyes keep watering*.

"Dad!" call Darka while knocking on his parents' bedroom door quietly. "Dad, please open it. Dar—"

"New home? Where are you going? What time is it? Dare—"

"Dad, I need help."

"Why the hell?" Mom appears behind Dad with a half-sleep face. His eyes widened when he saw Darka in a state of chaos and crying. "Why are you, Darka?" she was worried and hugged him.

Darka took a breath. "Please help Darka, Mom."

Mother took off her embrace and wiped away Darka's tears, cleaning her face fondly. From Darka's so serious face, I'm sure there's nothing going on. "Why did you win?"

"You brawl?" ask Dad, you're prejudiced.

"Dad" said Mother, warning. Then Mother looked at Darka gently, touching both shoulders so that Darka would feel more relaxed. "You clean the body first, eat first, then we talk. Okay?"

Darka thinned his lips. Even now his mother still believes, even after he became a bad child, even after he eliminated Sifa. Once again, Darka cried.

"Thank you, Mother," said Darka moved and immediately stepped foot into her room. It will clean itself then come down again, it will cool itself then act again.

Something in a hurry sometimes gets bad.

It was finally at the time where the three of them were gathered. Darka confronted his father, while Mother sat beside him. They were only quiet for a while, waiting for Darka to make a sound.

"Darka just met Sifa, Mom," Darka said. She surprised me and looked at him in disbelief.

"Huh?"

"What?" Dad looked really dislikey. "Sifa died because she came with you in that car. Don't delude. I just want you to learn to be a great doctor. Difficult, huh? It's good for you later."

Darka laughed blandly. "Darka's been trying, too, Dad. Darka also likes to learn, but Darka's brain capacity isn't what you want. How's darka doing?"

Mother's hand moves stroking her son's back to be calmer. "Well, speaking slowly. I don't want any more yelling debates."

"OK," said Dad, it's finally colder. "Now what do you want? And what was that? Did you meet Sifa?"

Darka gulped. Feeling very guilty about Lita. Even to create her happiness, Lita now had to be unconscious.

"Temen I have the privilege, he found me with Sifa and therefore my situation is now deteriorating. He helped me to make Sifa go." Darka wiped away her tears that had been flooded since the first time she made a sound. He looked at his father with determination. "I'll do what Dad said. I seriously. But please help me, Dad."

Dad's speechless. There are objections to Darka's story. "You're honest?"

"Okay, I understand." Darka laughed a little. "Dad can't believe it. Then let's go to the hospital."

"What is she sick?"

"I don't know, but he needs surgery" Darka replied in frustration, but his answer made Dad doubtful.

"Just friends and you got this. You should understand, you're already big," said Dad flatly. He rose and almost died in this living room if Darka did not stand up and face him.

Mother got up. "Darka, Dad, slow down. I'll leave if you get angry with each other."

Darka bit his lips, holding back his anger for Mom's sake. "He sacrificed his time for me to meet Sifa, Dad. All this time, honestly, I felt bad about Dad's treatment after Sifa died. I'm alive because of Sifa, she likes to accompany me if I get scolded by you guys" Darka explained in vain.

He looked at his mother, Mother was also often disappointed because she was stupid. However, after Sifa was gone, Mother changed, was more gentle with her and encouraged her, obviously forced. "Mom really hates me, right? Because of me, Sifa, my only mother's favorite son is missing."

"Darka, you're Mom's son, son!" his mother was sad, he was crying. "Mom's sorry that I haven't been satisfying you all this time. We're all devastated that Sifa came home first. We should strengthen each other, right?"

Darka's not strong. He laughed, but his tears kept coming out. His face felt numb, while in front of him, Dad's face looked hardened, holding back anger.

"Dad doesn't have time"

"Father and Mom never let go of my desire once. Until I was tired and no longer begging to get something. All this time I've been trying to obey, even if I rebel a few times," Darka cut with the rest of his hoarse, laden voice would despair. "Now, again, may I beg?"

Mother looked at him heartlessly, then nodded with tears falling to the floor. Mom was really crying right now, realizing how tormented Darka had been all along. Mom's body breaks down on the couch, crying like that.

Sifa's departure not only damaged Mother's heart, but also Darka. Maybe even Dad, but he did not show it openly.

"I'll be a good boy, Dad" Darka said, trying to tear Dad down. "I'll be the black that makes you happy, the color that symbolizes your happiness. I'm gonna be like that, Dad. I promise."

Dad started to look at her, but said nothing even as Darka had fused his hands together in earnest pleading.

"Please save my friend" Darka asked wholeheartedly. "He helped me meet Sifa. As long as Mom and Dad know, Sifa is fine there and sad to see we do not get along. Sifa will be happy if we are happy too."

Dad's still flinching. Darka sighed, completely tired of facing this Father.

In the end, Darka knelt down. Uniting his hands together with a face full of tears.

Make a solemn plea, as if this was the last time.

"Save Jelita, Dad..."

***

Dad grabbed his hair in frustration. Meterially he had no cost, but he could not let his daughter unconscious like that either.

Every day I worked hard.

She left early in the morning after accompanying her daughter to breakfast which occasionally told her stories. They were happy first, spending all their time. Then Dad will go, slam bones, squeeze sweat and scavenge some rupiah his daughter still survives.

No matter how low he looks at eating from the scraps in the trash, no matter the blazing sun he picks up trash to sell, no matter how hungry and thirsty he is, the most important thing now was his daughter's life and future.

He always prayed, begged for forgiveness and asked for help to get his life back to normal. He does not want to be sad and sad anymore.

But the debt is now like a collection of mountains that do not want to melt, there is no vacancy for him who has aged this. Frustrated, I barely have a way out.

He finally decided to go into debt again, no matter the ferocity of the flowers. He will try until the end, to atone for his sins.

"Om, my father wants to help." A voice suddenly came, making Dad look up and find Darka who was looking at him worried. "Om don't worry. Jelita's operable now, right?"

Dad nodded, then hugged Darka with tears.

"Thank you, son..."

Darka returned the hug. He smiled faintly and patted the equally sad back of the man. "Together, om. Thank you for having a child as good as Jelita. I'm grateful."

"Hm?" Dad doesn't understand, but doesn't think about his son's relationship with Darka. He took off his arms and looked for the whereabouts of someone. "Where is your father?"

"Take care of the administration" Darka replied.

While Lita's father immediately ran after Darka's whereabouts, Darka sat in the front waiting chair of the operating room. He was not ceaselessly praying.

May his last wish not end in vain.

Of course Dad is a strict man. Although he is grateful for Lita's help in bringing Darka together with Sifa, Dad asks Darka to obey his words without rebutting and Darka agrees.

So that's the operation for Lita. To extend his life, to bring him to Darka and be happy together.

I hope that.

***

Darka doesn't know how Lita is. A week after Lita was operated on, her condition was unconscious. Darka is not told when Lita will come to her senses and can only be tormented for the rest of her life.

The school feels lonely even though there are friends and fans who are still encouraging when they know Lita is sick. Her life felt empty even when Dad allowed her to join the theater and every Sunday Darka was free to do anything after that to follow Dad's orders.

Darka is alive, but his soul is dead.

No one can bring him back to life. Half his soul was unconscious, how could he live a normal life?

"Darka," called her mother, knocking on her bedroom door while Darka was busy studying, as her father had said. In fact, he spends more time with the Son, studying together because the Son is smart. "Mom's in, yeah."

"Yes" Darka replied accordingly.

Her mother's steps sounded. Mother was finally beside him, looking at him sadly and hurtfully. "You love Jelita, yeah."

Darka smiled bitterly. "Yes, Mom. Darka love died with her."

"Relax, I'm sure Jelita must be conscious and healed again," Mother said corroborating, this is a cliche but Darka was a little relieved because of it, finding the same trust in Mother.

"Hopefully, yes, Mom," Darka replied wholeheartedly. "I'm a real miss. Jelita is jutek, but sweet. Jelita is prestige, but good. Jelita is sometimes sadistic, but her jokes are pretty decent."

The mother laughed, ruffled her son's hair then handed him a pink envelope with a smile. "It's from Lita's father, for you."

"Hm?" Darka looked at him in wonder. "From Jelita, will you?"

"Maybe. You open it, read it yourself, I want to prepare dinner. I'll call you out, yeah."

"Ready, Mom," Darka replied accordingly.

After Mother's death, Darka opened the envelope and a line of words neatly written by Lita's hand appeared. Made his eyes blur and his mouth instantly cuss.

"Don't cry, bego, aish, '" he got upset while blotting out his tears.

Darka finally started reading the letter.

Hi, Darka

If you read this, it means I'm dying, huh?

Darka laughed a little at reading it. "Lo if you like sadists like that, ish, kesel Dede."

Do not cry me. Cannot.

Straight away, yeah. Someone wants me to take it. I told my dad to give me this letter a week after your birthday, July 5, if I still haven't noticed either

Or maybe he's dead

If I really have left, you do not need to blame yourself for thinking I sacrificed to meet you and your sister through my body

I sincerely do that and no one can blame themselves

Lo the biggest reason I can laugh, can live a happy life, after Dad suddenly changed and I spent a lot of time with him

But baby yes, I am sick and bother him who is almost half a century old. I'm really sad, Dar, but there's lo. I could not bear to cry and finally I almost never cry unless when I first realized that I have kidney disease

I cried, it was night, there was no one and I was afraid

But the next morning, Dad was present, he changed completely. My father was so kind and considerate, I was more and more grateful and steadfast to accept that my happy time was just a little

Sorry, Darka, if all my life I hurt your heart. I swear, thinking that I will leave you and make you sad again makes me want to stay away and disappear

Hope you lupain me. I know you are very sad when you lose Sifa, well, I don't want it to happen again

But you're stubborn, still meet me. I obviously did not have the heart and finally I repay all your services with the presence of Sifa

I've tried so hard, Darka, please clap

Thas...

With tears in her eyes, Darka clapped his hands. The feeling is raging, mixed. He laughed and cried. He was tortured but smiling. He felt pain, but there was also happiness in him.

Sick because Lita left her condition is still unconscious and happy because her life is filled by the girl.

It's really like in a drama, but Darka doesn't expect a sad ending

Of course, he would always be sure Lita would come back to him. He is Darka's missing rib.

Darka will wait for his Light.

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