Before He Goes

Father Promises.

Dara's pretty round eyes continue to center toward the moon in the middle of the nabastala bathed in billions of stars. Sometimes he smiled for a long time and then faded. Feeling the moonlight will never be long he felt in the beauty of vision.

While coolly daydreaming, immediately smiled as a pair of palms smothered his eyes suddenly. "Dad!" he was happy, taking off his hands, looking happy because he found the smile of Dipta which from morning until night he missed. Dara has been sitting on a park bench since after praying Isya. She was with Mother and Noora. But, because Noora pitted against wanting a puppy. So, Mother left Dara alone here.

"What's a beautiful daughter of my father doing here?" ask Dipta who just came home from work, sit opposite with Dara. His shirt sleeves were half rolled, his tie and work coat were opened by the time he entered the house and immediately given to Art to be washed. Usually this guy doesn't come home last night. But, because of the many meetings in the office, he needed to go home for the night, skipping dinner with his parents and two children.

"Is Dara still pretty, Dad? I'm black like this." brought Dad's iris to highlight his already murky skin. Chemo that feels hot and painful is able to make a meltdown himself.

"Beauty faces are common, son. If the beautiful heart, then extraordinary and rare. Don't remember what you said, Adam?"

Dara nodded, smiling while remembering. "If it's healed, we inject white, aja, Dar." Dara repeated the words of Adam whose skin was also black. Adam just wants to please Dara who often sends a message that he misses his mother and is tired of his illness.

With a heavy heart, Dipta finally explained what the disease Dara suffered and the child cried when he was told that cancer was not an ordinary disease like the flu he was suspected of.

Dara will grow up, her curiosity will be bubbling. It is impossible to live in a lie. The pain he felt and the hair plontos that never grow, make him continue to search his father to tell the truth.

"I why?"

"Said Adam I'm the same as he is?"

"Please explain, Dad!"

Some of the sentences that Dara cecar to Dipta.

"Not to cry. There will be me who nemenin." that's what Adam said when the child played to Mother's house, visiting Dara who returned drop a week ago.

For one month, Rayna was taken to London by Mami and Papi for psychiatric treatment and brought to a beautiful quiet place, Rayna's favorite. Because every day, she just cries, cries and cries. Unable to control themselves.

The doctor said, the burden that Rayna felt was quite strange, as if hoarding and finally bursting onto the ground with a great shock. First, the death of Elea. Second of all, the actions of the Creator and Nancy. Third of all, Dara's illness and Adjie's four dependencies on her. It makes Rayna feel like her world is so dark, no longer trusts people, no one truly loves her.

Just a few days ago, Rayna finally contacted Dara and said she wanted to meet. But, the therapy with a psychiatrist has not been completed, Rayna must pass a few more weeks to return to Jakarta. Both Dara, Dipta, Daddy and Mommy are grateful that Rayna is recovering.

"Whatever's inside of you, Dara, now. Dara's still perfect for me, Dad." He hugged a hug, hugged a baby who cried every night, prayed to God that he would be healed. And pleaded that his parents be united as soon as possible. Dara to give her toys to orphaned children in orphanages, wanted to seduce God so that his desire was granted. Very noble is the heart of the boy.

"With to ask Dad to marry again the same, Mother. Guard the mother from the bad guys. If Dara leaves, I'm not alone. There's a father in guard." Dipta's hands stretched out softly on the child's skinny back began to static. There is spit that accumulates at the end of the throat but he does not have the power to vomit. Fear is created every day if the shadow of Dara will go away. Every time Dipta wakes up from sleep, he will first look at the stomach of Dara who is still asleep whether still moving or not. Unknowingly, slowly, Dipta also experienced the name stress.

"Where are you going?" iris eyes begin to look glassy. But, his tone remained calm. He lowered his gaze, staring at the slippery skin of Dara's head which he still embraced.

"Say Adam. We have only two choices now. World and Heaven" replied the innocent Dara while playing the buttons of the father's shirt.

Dipta suppresses tears, trying hard to set the heart so as not to give a sad expression in front of Dara let alone to cry.

"That choice doesn't just apply to both of you. But also other humans. Including Dad, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, Genma and Genpa. One day we will meet with death. Death does not always reveal itself to the sick. Most of them come to someone who is laughing."

"Hem." Dara. "So, Adam and I still have hope for a long life in the world?"

"As long as the medicine is taken, and Dara who does not stop praying to Allah. In the Lord, Son. Allah is wise."

"Can't the garlic not be eaten again? Mommy nausea, Dad." Dipta brought Dara to alternative cancer treatment which is quite famous in the area of West Java. Most of the patients are leukemia. Ikhtiar may, though the founder is Allah, the Almighty. Dipta just wants, Dara not too absorb chemo continuously.

Dipta. Grab a bag of pants and take out a small bottle containing some raw garlic that is still covered in skin.

"Eat the garlic dong, son. Look, I eat ...." Dipta peeling the skin of garlic immediately he bites and chews. Trying to resist the bitter, bitter and strange taste lodged in the tongue. He swallowed hard, he made garlic as a snack.

"Why are you eating? I know how it doesn't feel good. What's it for me?" tanyanya sad.

"Besides Dara's spirit. Dad is healthy too. Garlic is a lot, son." Dipta just wait for the acc Doctor so that he can quickly donate the spinal cord to Dara, which is where he plans to do the surgery next month.

"Let's not hurt like me, yeah, Dad."

"Become healed. I promise." Dipta kissed Dara's nose.

Doctors said Dipta had seventy-five percent of the risk after donating spinal cord to Dara. The man can lose his functional body even his life.

"Daddy, it's cold. I'm not, '" Dara laughed nosily. How not to cool if from the head to the feet in a thick warm cloth cover.

"Yes. Dad's cold. Long time here, afraid, Daddy's teeth are dislodged, son." Fake cold grin. Dara was broken and stood up to hold his father to enter the house.

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Just arrived at the airport, Rayna was immediately shocked by a phone call from Dipta if Dara returned to the Hospital. His intention after arriving in Jakarta, Rayna will indeed soon meet Dara at the house of Dipta, to give a surprise and souvenirs that he brought from London.

Rayna who slowly began to rise from the slump even though sometimes bad whispers like to hit, he began to be able to survive not to be swayed in the dark. She let Adjie choose her Mother, though she still cried occasionally, longing for the man who had blocked their social media connections.

Some months Adjie was in Singapore to accompany the Mother to undergo stroke treatment. There's nothing Adjie can do but according to the will of the woman who's already bet her life for him. Even at the end of the heart screamed, longing for Rayna.

Rayna who looks like a normal person, allowed to go home alone by Mami and Papi because it was her wish. Rayna was not strong enough to resist the longing for Dara, so could not wait for Mami and Papi who were busy with their respective work that had been left long ago to want to take Rayna. Mami and Papi promised, three more days will follow.

With a taxi speeding, take him directly to the Cancer Hospital where Dara is being treated now.

"Can it be faster, sir?" pinta Rayna panicked. The sound of Dipta on the phone line does sound unusual, so vibrating, accompanied by sobs. Usually even though Dara is in a drop state, Dipta will report but with a calm tone full of patience.

"Our son is in a bad state, Ay. Quickly go back to Jakarta. Dara's calling you." I thought Rayna was still in London an hour ago. In fact, his ex-wife had just arrived.

"The speed of the car is maximal, ma'am," replied the driver as is.

Rayna let out a long sigh, wiping a lot of water on the face. His heart dag dig dug is not careless. Trying to lean on the back of the upholstery, turning the beads as long as it heals is never far from the grasp of the hand.

"Oh my God, I beg you. Please take care, Dara. Please ..." again calling on the name of God that he left a month ago.

Two hours later, Rayna arrived at the hospital. He ran to the hospital counter to ask where his son was.

"An. Eleodra, with the person in charge, Mr. Gashendra?" the officer repeated the full name Rayna asked from the computer screen the officer was looking at.

"Yes, right, Mom."

"Sorry, Mom. Who am I talking to?"

"Business ... His mother."

"Oh, fine. It's in the lotus room VVIP no 5 fourth floor."

"Thank you." hurriedly ran with breath to the elevator. Until his uneasiness, the bags and belongings were in the taxi he did not take down because he immediately stepped long into the Hospital.

"I am a fool. What kind of mother am I? Think more about Adjie than my own son!" as if his head was getting open, that he had dumped Dara when the boy needed her once.

Rayna kept running, bumping into many shoulders until she was unaware that one of her shoe slippers had slipped off somewhere in the corridor.

Crick.

The door he opened was rough, stretched wide. Instantly, Rayna's eyeballs gawked in shock at seeing Dara in the bed. Seconds later the light in Rayna's eyes quickly dimmed, whitening. Before the tiny body fell from the door frame, Dipta hurriedly ran to refute it.

"Yes!"

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As per the outline, it looks like this story will be over until the end of this month, guys. Enough to miss you who can not follow me to the next apk. This story I have decided not to be contracted, so just appreciate me with likes and comments. I made him use of energy and time. If you just comment up, continue, mending do not need, yes. Because I will continue until the end.

Tomorrow's holiday, yeah. See you again monday.

Good night sunday💕

Dad and Dara🤗