Before He Goes

No Longer to Apply.

Like being forced to swallow poison, Rayna chose to shake her head slowly, smiling warmly to Dara to swallow tightness in the chest because of the request of the Son that he could not do. Getting married again with Pradipta is like opening a wound that has closed to get wet again.

"We've already discussed this issue, son. You also know, I'm getting married to Om Adjie soon. I can't possibly go back with your father" said Rayna gently, asking her son's willingness to allow her to be happy.

"In Mother's heart, your father has been replaced. But, to be your Father, forever remain a Created Father. Others cannot replace. It might be hard for Dara to accept our separation. But, later, when Dara's grown. Dara must have understood, why Mom and Dad had to separate," he said again.

Dara took off her hand, her tears welled up and turned to look at the wall. "Am I going to be big? It seems, I will die soon." This child accidentally heard the spirit that the Geisha gave to the Creator before leaving the room.

Rayna quickly sat down, again reaching for the child's hand to hold tightly and Dara brushed aside in disappointment. "Bet--"

"You don't get forced, Ay. Remember the situation, Dara," interrupted Dipta.

Rayna took a deep breath, silent for a moment. Her eyes darted straight at Dara. "Who said Dara will---"

"You sit there. Let me persuade him, "Dipta keeps interrupting.

Rayna turned to look at Dipta with a demanding gaze. "If only you hadn't started. Wear everything that is not important. Dara must not be like me! Please, Mas. We've been three years. Our relationship is only about ex. However, it is still friendly only because of Dara. So you don't need any matches of my personal realm!"

"Mother, go!" drive Dara. "You're the same, Dad, yes." The boy's tears flowed from the corner of the net.

Rayna groaned slowly in disbelief that Dara preferred Dipta. "Don't do it, kid---"

"Satisfied, Mas? SATISFIED?" interrupting the Creata that calms Dara.

"I'm sorry, Ay. I don't mean to be like this."

"Mother, go! Go with that!" Dara looked back at Rayna who was staring at Dipta.

"You're upset, Mother?" Rayna turns a dislike eye on Dara.

"Like a Mother who would rather, Om Adjie, than me."

"Mom can't go back to your father, Ra. Your father has pierced my heart with a sword!" Rayna began to shed tears, pointing at Dipta's eyeballs with a fixed look at Dara. Only then did the Creator know that what he had done was not as easy to forget. Rayna's loyalty in maintaining the honor of marriage has been countered by a betrayal that is so painful.

Still clear in Rayna's memory, she got out of the house with just negligence and messy hair because she was snapping herself when she found out Nancy claimed to be pregnant.

"You really fucked him, Mom? DIDN'T HE?" Rayna pointed at Nancy's face that gave an innocent look, instead looking happy while rubbing her stomach.

"I'm Khilaf." Rayna's quick hot slap gave in Dipta's cheekbones before stepping away carrying the sleeping Dara, three years ago.

Rayna closed her eyes while scrimping the cloth on her chest, her breath hunting down strongly, as if the pain that had healed over time had re-exposed.

"Ay ..." while wanting to hold Rayna's limp-looking body.

Rayna. "Please don't touch me, Mas." chose to leave the edge of the bed to get out of the room. His chest was galloping up and down, as if the soles of his feet could not tread the earth.

"Come, apologize the same, Mother, Son." force Dipta to Dara who looks sad at her mother as she continues to step away from her and her father.

"Because I just want Mom and Dad together again. Is that wrong?" Dara started crying. Hearing the sobs of the child, Rayna's hand that began to press the door handle, stopped. This woman is static in place.

"Why did you get sick, Mom? Why not apologize now? I'd like to apologize, Dad."

Dipta chose to sit down, staring at Dara firmly. "Whatever you choose. We must support. Mother also deserves to be happy. With Mom choose Om Adjie. Mother still belongs to Dara. Nothing will change, son. The same father Mother will always be there for, Dara." trying to neutralize the situation, Dipta ended his desire that felt there would never be a result.

While hiccups where his tears continue to be Dipta seka, trying to make Dara to mature face problems when he was a child. She had to face her father and mother's divorce. And must accept that he will grow up not as normal as children his age because of cancer.

"Keep if Mom married the same Om. You're getting married again?"

"Dad will marry again if Dara allows."

"Really, Dad?" behind the cloud, a bright light appeared on Dara's face.

"Yes, Son. I promise."

Rayna stiffened her jaw, looking back with a sharp delicacy as Dara hugged Dipta with a happy face.

The deck unravels. Dipta shook his head faintly to Rayna. "Our son is sick, Ay. We can make peace---"

Rayna preferred to open the door and leave without a greeting before the request of the Creator was said perfectly.

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"You're gonna stay together in the treatment room, Dara?" Adjie made it clear many times.

"I'll ask Dara's father to come home. Let me take care of my son, Mas. You don't have to worry."

With a promise that Rayna said to Adjie in a straightforward tone. So, Adjie also believed and left the hospital with a feeling of empty relief. The man promised to come back in the morning.

The clockwise direction of the wall kept shifting to the right, right at ten p.m.

"It's like this. You have no intention of going home?" asked Rayna who was sitting on the sofa, holding her hand to look at Dipta who had just finished talking to Noora on the phone. Noora called Dipta with Mother's phone to ask the situation of Dara and herself when she could go home.

"Your son with Nancy ..." paused, for some reason when mentioning the results Nancy and the Creator did, as if still imprinting pain. Despite the fact, it is no longer feeling with the Creator. "He must be looking for you." trying to straighten the chest to feel normal.

Dipta shook her head while placing the phone on the nightstand, again grasped Dara's hand and rubbed the cheek of the child who had fallen asleep.

"You're the one who came home. Let me be here. You need a break too."

"You're the one who came home!" Rayna was unconscious until she jerked. It was as if their debate earlier this afternoon was still making his heart hot. Because from that moment, Dara seemed to not want to be approached by Rayna. Anything, just wanted to his dad.

Hearing Rayna rebuke, Dipta quickly got up from the chair. "Why have you changed so much, Ay?" because Dipta knows, this woman is always warm in speaking words, even though in a state of annoyance, it will not be up to the heart to curse.

Rayna laughs while she's slacking. "You still have it, why, Mom?" with a distance of five meters, their eyeballs whistled at each other.

"I have to what? Kiss your feet? Kowtowed?"

Rayna shook her head firmly, still holding hands. His roar turned haughty, as if raising his chin, raising the war flag to the Creator.

"All that is no longer happening. I don't care about our past anymore. If only there were no Dara. I'll think of you as a shadow, one I've never met in my entire life."

"Then?" The Creator began to step towards Rayna.

"What do you want, Mom?" rayna's forehead shriveled as Dipta's footsteps continued to lead to him.

"You're sorry."

Rayna shook her head in fear as the Creata began to stare flatly and continued to walk.

"STOP!" rayna was determined to stop her ex-husband's steps.

Dipta keeps on going.

"I said, STOP!" rayna's heart was pounding fast, seeing the strange behavior of Dipta as if to make him afraid. Afraid that the Creator would do something no-no to him.

Rayna chose to turn her head with her chest moving up and down, both hands clenched at the sides of the body. The Creator was standing right in front of him. Staring at Rayna who is still a opium for him.

And,

"Dad ..," muttered Dara on the bed making Rayna sigh in relief as Dipta immediately took a long step to approach their child.

"Oh!" Rayna rubbed her chest while sipping the scent of perfume from Dipta's body which was very stinging in the nostrils when they were intimately facing. Rayna's favorite perfume that is still used until now and never replaced.

"Dad, here." Dara opened her raucous voice without opening her eyelids, patting the empty side next to her. Ask your father to hug her.

Rayna sat back on the sofa with a grumbling face.

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