Before He Goes

Dara Prayer.

Fascinated. Rayna and Adjie. Even Ajeng who would not expect to find his cousin in Pradipta's house with his future wife.

"Same mother, what's the matter here?" ask Ajeng with a clumsy smile, quickly bent down to kiss the back of Adjie's hand then turned to Rayna.

"What are you doing here?" Adjie turned to ask Ajeng who was kissing Rayna's right and left cheeks which the woman was still confused. Before Ajeng replied, interrupted by the steps of the Creator who approached the three of them.

"You know them, Jeng?"

Ajeng who was still standing firmly in front of Rayna, smilingly nodded. He embraced Rayna, feeling familiar even though he had never met. This time, and in this house.

"Mas Adjie ... My cousin's sister, and this ..." put a hug on Rayna's shoulder. "Prospective wife."

Dipta smiled faintly, shaking faintly. "The world is narrow, yes. I'm amazed."

"I don't know if you've known him all this time, Mas Adjie, Dip," said Ajeng who laughed.

Dipta shook her head firmly, her smile seemed to disappear for a moment. "What I know, his future wife. Not your cousin."

Both Ajeng's eyebrows rose in chains. "meaning?"

"Mas Created by my ex-husband, Jeng," Rayna replied.

"Huh?" Ajeng gawked in shock until the hand that was embracing Rayna slammed slowly down. Ajeng continued to look at Rayna and Dipta alternately while holding his chest.

"Why, shocked?" Created to grin horses. He forced a laugh, even though his heart was sore to find Adjie was standing firmly in his house that just entered without his permission.

"Really, Mommy? Created this, your husband?" actually Ajeng and Rayna sepantar, just because Rayna will marry Adjie, then Ajeng mature Rayna.

"Yes, Jeng. This is my ex-husband. And that's ..my son, Dara's name," Rayna pointed to Dara who was sitting with Noora staring haughtily at them.

As Rayna clarifies their relationship in the past, Ajeng strikes a slap right on Dipta's cheek, until all are shocked.

Sir.

"Dad!" Dara rushed to run, then hit Ajeng's stomach with a fist. "Why hit, my father?!" Dara glares.

"Why are you, Jeng?" while holding his cheek, Dipta asked with his heart timidly. "Your possessed? Play a slap?" dream again.

"He's an ex-husband who betrayed you, Ma'am?" He chose to look at Rayna.

"Where do you know?" rayna's blood flow quickly heats up. Even with Dipta who was shocked half dead when Aib household spread.

"Treason with your own cousin?" Ajeng did not answer, he continued to search.

Rayna looked at Adjie. "Can you clear it up, Mas?"

"Sorry, Ay. I'm just the same story, Mother. Don't know if you know it too."

"So right, right?" Ajeng kept on poking Rayna to nod.

"Yes, Jeng."

He turned to Dipta, looking disappointed. "I think you are still a good Creator and always respect women. In fact, you are nothing more than a brainless animal, Dip. I like the same thing as betrayal. Even if it was my own friend as the culprit. I'll still hate it!" Soak up tears and step quickly to leave the house.

About a month later he felt intimate near the Creata. The seeds of love begin to grow. Even though the Creator never felt anything near him. Only the relationship between the patient and the doctor.

"Jang!" Created follow the steps Ajeng, trying to ambush by blocking the arm.

"Deliver!" yelling Ajeng with angry look.

"You don't know the problem. You can't judge me like a dong gini," Dipta said in self-defense.

"But are you cheating?"

"For God's sake I don't cheat. I'm in flirt."

Ajeng shrugged his shoulders in disgust. "This is for your son. I'm saying goodbye." Ajeng thrust a paper bag containing a doll to the virgin into the chest of the rough Dipta.

"Jeng!" Ajeng keep stepping home, he chased Adjie up to the car court. Only then he tried to pursue Dara's heart in order to captivate the heart of Dipta, already heartbroken because of the past of Dipta that feels dark.

Dipta stared at Rayna from a distance of several meters. "Thank you for opening up the disgrace of our household everywhere, Ay."

Rayna moved closer to the Creator. "I don't mean, I do, Mas ...."

"Please get out of my house!" the defense stops Rayna's steps. Static fast in place.

"Become ... Noora ..." chose to call her daughters to follow her up the stairs to the room. Both children also complied.

"Become!" Rayna called out to Dara who just passed by her.

"What?" Dara turned her head as her footsteps were already on the steps of one staircase.

"Aren't you going to hug, Mom?"

"Don't you prefer it, Om, is it? Why isn't it just hugged?"

He wanted Dipta to advise Dara to be polite to Rayna. But he was tired of continuing to hope. That Rayna was just a little wishful thinking she could get back. Moreover, his disgrace became scattered.

"Father same Adek wait in the room, yes, son," said Dipta to Dara who was being held forcibly by Rayna. Dara tried to thrash unwillingly.

"Mother still wants to marry that Om, don't want to go back to, Dad?"

Rayna took a deep breath, wiping away the tears and snot together. He broke the deck, Rayna brought Dara to sit on the sofa.

Dara on the stand on her lap, hugging the child. "You know, why does Mom seem to get upset every look, your Grandpa?"

"No." Dara shook her head innocently.

Rayna was silent for a while, massaging her forehead, she was confused as to how. Want to tell the truth, he was afraid of Dara's condition and would turn to hate to Dipta. But, if he doesn't tell me. He who will languish, continues to be considered a Mother who does not have a heart for the Son.

"Your father has betrayed, Mother, with Aunt Nancy. And that Noora, their son."

"Lied!" Dara. Two days ago, Nancy came to Mother's house to visit Noora carrying a lot of toys, taking the road. Dara was also invited. Nancy was stunned when she found Dara in pain.

"Yes, Son. I'm not lying."

"Said Grandma and Grandpa, Adek was from the orphanage. There was no father or mother, so he was brought here. Keep growing up the same, Dad."

"That's all a lie, son. They're like that because you're a kid. I don't really want to tell this story to you either. Look at your condition that is sick again, I also do not have the heart. But, since you keep demanding that Mom go back to your Dad, you want to do something else other than I open everything. So I chose the honest path with you."

"Dad can't be evilin, Mother .. hiks." keep defending his father, Dara re-gurgled.

Rayna kissed Dara's hands together. "Ikhlasin Same mother Om Adjie, yes, son. I promise, our marriage will not make you sad and become far like what Dara feared. You can also marry me again. Dad needs a friend to live, need a figure who can accompany him want to like and sorrow. Mom and Dad will never be enemies. I promise." Marriage to Adjie is in sight. Rayna could not have destroyed it just because Dara whined to get him back with the Creator.

"Try to open Dara's heart to Om a little. Want to talk. Wanna take a walk. A little. Can, Son?"

Dara who was still crying still shook her head, she chose to hug Rayna's neck.

"Can you, Mom, I'm sorry, Dad? Accept Daddy the same Adek? For me?"

Rayna let out a weak breath while having difficulty saying to the little boy who in fact loved the father above average. As if, the scabs that the Creator did, did not make him angry. Maybe the movement from the Universe to Dara, that his father is not entirely wrong.

"Where, Mom? I'm sorry, Dad, yes." more heartily, accompanied by a cough.

Rayna kept shaking, pinching both nostrils Dara so that his snot could come out the maximum.

"Next month, I'm still getting married to Om Adjie. Dara should support, Mother. Kan Dara always said she wanted to see Mom happy. By marrying Om Adjie and living a threesome with, Dara. That's very heart-felt, Mother, son."

"So, Mom, really don't love you the same, Dad?"

"Feel Mom to Dad just to a friend now. Get along well for you, keep raising Dara, together."

Dara's chest that had been galloping up and down, began to turn normal. "Om Adjie is really the same darling, Mother?" Rayna smiled because Dara seemed to be starting to melt.

"Om Adjie isn't just the same darling, Mom. But also to Dara."

Dara nodded slowly, trying to understand that her wish was no longer possible to grant the mother.

"May you be happy."

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"Better, Dad, don't come. Let me be the same, Grandma and Grandpa," said Dara, stroking Dipta's cheek that looked lethargic this morning. The man was already neat with a brown badass batik shirt that matched Noora's dress. While Dara wears a peach-colored brucat dress, specifically Rayna made it to the designer for her.

Even though Dara knew her father was wrong, she hurt her mother. But, the boy knew from the eyes of Dipta still spark love. Even last night, Dara and Noora woke up, finding the Creata who was muttering in sleep, calling out to Rayna.

The Creator who felt his efforts through night prayer, felt failed, shook his head. Forcing smiles.

"Mom invited you, Dad. Masa, Dad, don't come."

This morning, in the ballroom of a luxury hotel at ten o'clock. There will be a marriage contract. Dipta sure, Ajeng certainly present and will put a sour face on him. As if it does not give mercy, Ajeng immediately block the number of Dipta. Making Dipta turn to other doctors to treat his illness, which is getting here, thankfully the man felt the healing effect. Dipta just wants to hurry up, donate spinal cord to her daughter.

Dara rose from sitting, standing before the father who is now equally plontos without hair like her. Dipta shaved her hair just to encourage Dara, if the child is not alone.

Within two months of chemo. Dara's hair seems to run out quickly. He always cried every time he saw himself in the mirror because his hair felt not good. It was created to cover all the mirrors in the house with newspapers.

When Dara felt the lowest point and insecure about her world, Dipta was always beside her, while Rayna was busy taking care of the wedding. He missed several times Dara's chemo schedule just because Adjie kept him busy with their wedding plans.

Rayna said her marriage to Adjie would make Dara happy, in fact the child was always crying while praying. Dara misses her mother.

"Is he ready?" Mother and Father arrived framed by the bedroom door.

Dipta. Mother stepped in, clutching her child once again, whereas last night, before going to bed, Dipta cried again to Mother. "That's it, yeah, son."

"Weight, Mother." The Creator who tried to toughen up in front of Dara, as if shrinking. Defense collapsed. The man sobbed. Overshadowing Rayna who will actually start life with Adjie, feels not strong.

Seeing her father crying, Dara cried. Soon Dad took out so that Dara was not too infected with sadness on his mother's happy day.

With a small hijab cover the scalp that feels slippery. Dara who was stepping down, down the stairs in Dad's armband, closed her eyes.

"Oh Allah, Grandma and Grandpa said that people who are sick will be granted prayers. And now, I'm sick. I want to ask that Mom not get married today with that, um. Give it up, O God. Pray for me, Dara. Dara promised to be a good son to Mom and Dad. My dear brother to Adek. And a loyal friend to, Adam."

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