Between Revenge and Love

Rise up

Dinda's hand trembled as she began to put her clothes back on. His life is now completely ruined. He did not think, how could he end up in a foreign room with Ridho, the man he just met?

Dinda was looking for her little bag. Dinda finally found her bag lying on the table. He immediately pulled out his phone, and immediately made a call. Not long before the answer was heard from across the street.

"Good morning balloon. You sold your body for money, huh???"

"Riz.... What did you do to me?" Dinda stood stiff. He was very surprised by Fariz's words which made his ears hot.

"You sleep with other men for money, right? Haha. Stupid woman, it's easy to get into my trap. Haha." Fariz laughed satisfied.

Dinda's anger exploded hearing her lover's confession. It turns out that all that happened was Fariz's plan. Wh why?

"Riz. You have to take responsibility!" Shouted Dinda shedding her emotions.

"Listen to that stupid girl. I never loved you at all. If you dare to come home let alone complain to my father or mother. I'll speed up your mother's death. Remember that!" Threat Fariz. He also closed his phone.

Dinda shaken. He did not expect what he had just heard. Fariz never loved him? All this time their relationship was a charade. And Fariz whom he had considered his own lover had sold his honor to another man?

Dinda sat down. He dropped his body on a thick carpet. He was crying and roaring. Why did this accident happen in a row in his life?

For a moment he was swept away in his pain. Shedding all the heart it felt. The pain of being betrayed by her lover.

For almost an hour he vented his sorrow in tears. He suddenly remembered his mother. He must be strong so he can save his mother.

For a moment Dinda looked at the figure of the man lying in a deep sleep. "Do I have to hold that man accountable?" thought in the heart. "If he does so, he sells his own honor. Maybe that guy gave Fariz a lot of money."

Dinda chose to go quietly. He decided to live his own dark life.

With great difficulty he found his way out of the hotel and ended up in the lobby of the club he remembered he had visited last night.

Dinda stopped a taxi. The taxi brought him home. He immediately ran into his very simple house. When he arrived in the room, a cry broke out.

"Oh my God, why is my fate so bad? In one night my life was ruined. Hiks.. hiks... hiks" Dinda's bitter cry recalls the terrible fate that befell her.

Dinda has mercy on herself. In his arms was a family picture lying on the table. For a moment he looked into the photo there was a picture of his father and mother there, also a picture of him when he just entered elementary school.

"Father..mommy.I'm sorry Dinda, can't defend Dinda's honor." The cry of Dinda exploded again. He felt very tight in his heart. While recalling Fariz's words earlier, it made Dinda's anger and hatred accumulate in her chest.

He walked into his room. Dinda immediately collected Fariz's gift items and everything related to her. He took her to the kitchen. And in the cook stove, he burned all the things to nothing.

Dinda bowed bitterly to see the remains of burnt ash in the furnace. Like her life that no longer has hope. Dinda took a knife. He wants to end his life. But when he remembered his mother lying in a hospital bed, he immediately stopped his actions.

He could not have ended his life because his mother needed him to take care of him. If he dies, who can guarantee his mother's safety?

Sitting down, he could only cry and cry. Regretting everything that happened to him. Without realizing it had been a few hours he was glued to his seat. Dinda got up and headed to the bathroom.

Dinda lit up the water and filled the bathtub. He wanted to refresh himself in the refreshing water. He shakes his head up to his body. Provides a soothing cold feeling. Swabs of soap foam all over his body and try to remove traces of men that may be scattered on the surface of his skin.

There was a sense of disdain when he imagined his body being touched by a foreign man. Liquid soap one bottle until used up for bathing. But the disgust still continued to spread on the surface of his skin. His body was already shivering in the cold, and the skin of his palm was already wrinkled due to his old influence in the water. Dinda ended her shower.

Finished getting dressed, Dinda sat contemplating on one of the chairs in her mother's stall. Yes through this stall they have made it through difficult times in the years after his father died. That store was their only source of income all along. But there is no way Dinda can continue her mother's business. She is not as good as her mother when it comes to cooking. Suddenly there was a knocking sound startling him.

Dinda rushes to find out who the guest is knocking on the door of her stall.

"Morning goal... Is Rahmah's mom?" Asked a young woman as Dinda walked out of the door of her simple stall.

"Yes slamat morning. Mom is being treated in the hospital. I'm sorry, is there anything I can help you with?" Dinda asked still in a raucous voice.

"Ehm gini, I'm one of Rahmah's customers. Tomorrow I have a share of boxed rice on the needy. I ordered a hundred boxes. Do you accept orders? I want a message that costs thirty thousand." The young lady in office clothes said urgently.

Dinda pensively for a moment. How'this? Can this order be accepted? He had a doubt, what if the customer was disappointed because the cuisine is not right? But when calculating the money that will soon be in his possession, he decided to accept the order.

"How about we talk inside?" Invite Dinda, invite the woman into the stall.

"Look, I have no delivery service." replied Dinda hesitated, who was immediately cut off by the young woman.

"Oh no problem, I'll take it. Rice boxes for lunch. At eleven o'clock in the afternoon can I take it?" Asked the young lady excitedly.

"could. Gini mbak can be paid first dpnya, so I can use for shopping?" Ask Dinda carefully. At the moment he has no money. The money given by bu RT yesterday has been included as a deposit at the hospital where his mother was treated.

"I pay now all. It's three million cash." Said the young woman thrust a lump of money hundreds of thousands of rupiah.

"This is my business card, sms yes tomorrow, if the rice box is ready." His words reminded Dinda.

"Yes mbak, I will be quick to tell you tomorrow when the food is ready. Thank you for your trust." Dinda said sincerely. He felt that the woman had come in response to the problems she was facing.