Should I forgive

The first night tragedy

"We're having dinner, right?" Dara spoke on the phone.

"Yuukkkp. We haven't hung out together in a long time." Career women are always busy." The sound of his theme.

"okkey. I'll see you tonight."

Dara walks through the park. He's just coming home from Mr. Adam's house. But suddenly, Adam called out to him.

"Yes sir. Did you call me?" Dara answered and approached with a small run.

"Please come here for a minute." Mr. Adam entered the chamber.

"Come here." A little awkward Dara walked over to Mr. Adam. After Dara entered Mr. Adam closed the door and sat down at his desk.

They are not usually in one room. Very awkward. It just so happened that the Assistant House Staircase was on a two-day leave.

Being Mr. Adam's secretary was a new job. She was unemployed aka housewife.

Loneliness is the reason for work. His son was dropped off at his mother out of town. During the weekend Dara just visited her daughter. Her husband's salary is also reasonable. The need to force him to work.

"Please come here for a second. My head is dizzy. Can you massage it." Dara. Unmoving, and not shifting from where he stood. Me? massaging heads? Dara.

"My head is so dizzy. You are the only one in existence right now. Usually the auntie who's pinching my head." Said Mr. Adam seeing Dara not getting out of his seat.

"Yes, all right, sir." I'll massage your father's head."

Slowly the virgin began to hold Mr. Adam's head. Actually, Mr. Adam is not a bad person. During his work Mr. Adam treated him well.

For men his age, his body is still quite sturdy. There was a little gray hair growing on his head. Money, wealth, of course that makes him young.

"Dara's paw." Dara snapped from her daydream. Apparently Dara massaged too hard, without realizing it.

"Ohh. Yes sir, sorry I didn't mean....." Not finished continuing his sentence.

"It's okay. Your massage is very warm. My headaches have started to diminish."

Mr. Adam felt something hard sticking on his shoulder. Blood rustling.

Dara's chest accidentally touched Mr. Adam.

Dara also rippled. Dara felt a sense of warmth and perhaps it was the effect of loneliness that she experienced. Dara spoke to herself.

Dara quickly took one step back. Realize what just happened.

Dara is also aware of the turbulent sense of loneliness, when coming into contact with the opposite sex.

"Ohh God....Hope nothing bad happens". The Whisperer in the heart.

"It has. My head is gone. You can go home." And...."Thank you." Thank you."

Mr. Adam invited Dara home. His heart was still pounding due to the touch. Dara too. Blood flows quickly and feels turbulent in each joint.

He quickly grabbed the bag and hurried away.

The turmoil is still not lost even though Dara has reached her home.

Dara's looking for the switch. The lights started to light up, illuminating a room that was so quiet and cold. The host seems to rarely spend time at home, so there is no warmth in each room.

Dara rushed to the room. "Maybe Joan's home". He said to himself. Only the walls heard it. There's no one.

When he was about to go down the stairs, there was a motorbike that stopped in front of his house.

Joan is home. That's the sound of the motor.

!!!!!! Door opens. Yes, that's Joan her husband.

"Ra..have you come home?" Joan saw Dara coming down the stairs.

"Yes." Yeah." Dara took her husband's backpack and kept it.

Joan rushed to the room and there was the sound of running water. He was bathing apparently. Change clothes and go again.

"Where are you going Pa?" Ask Dara.

"You're meeting Ra's friend. Who knows if there is a better job. Which is good income." Joan said while wearing a black T-shirt and a Grey jacket.

Dara approaching. Hugged it from behind. The shock in his blood was still warm. I want Dara to spend time with her husband.

But he was reluctant to ask for it.

"I miss Pa." Said Dara while putting her head on her husband's back.

Joan turned her body. Stared at.

"I'm tired." she continued. "What a mess with work this afternoon." Joan explained.

Holding Dara's shoulders. And then he sat next to her. What happened and what was saved before.

So that their relationship became cold only the two of them knew.

On the first night Joan was shocked and angry. After spending it with Dara, it turns out she is no longer a virgin. The discussion happened that night.

And after that incident was born a mere princess. Who now lives with Dara's parents out of town. Joan loved her daughter very much.

Maybe that's why they are still together, Dara often said to herself. And he realized his mistake. Dishonest. And juvenile delinquency that has taken away her virginity.

Dara closed her eyes. Her tears were dripping, regretting her past actions. So Joan's attitude changed and became cold.

Have I deceived him? I just don't want to lose him. If I'm honest then we'll never get married.

"Who precedes me?" Joan's question that night was still so clear. His eyes were red and staring at Dara's face.

The anger was clearly visible from his heavy voice and vibrating teeth.

*I'm downcast. Regretting. And don't know what to answer. Shame and worthlessness instantly enveloped my entire body.

I dare not even look at my husband's face. The most beautiful gift of my husband's rights was lost before the wedding.

Moreover, I keep it and do not tell me my shortcomings before we get married*

That happened only once. But it destroyed Dara's self-esteem and demeaned her, because it couldn't keep her honor.

Her pride as a woman is no longer her.

Then what is left if a woman already feels no self-esteem anymore? Especially in front of her husband.

What she can demand from her husband because even her husband's rights can not be maintained and he gave.

Now Dara can only resignedly accept the attitude and treatment of her husband without questioning it.

"A High School friend is trashing me. I was given a drink until I was unconscious. And he did, when I was unconscious." Finally with the trembling body Dara explained the chronology.

How the virginity was taken from him not by his will.

And not for not being able to take care of himself but what was the point of lamenting his unfortunate fate.

As hard as he tried to rise from his slump when it was alone.

Without anyone knowing and helping him. Dara tried alone to restore her confidence to grow back for the sake of her future.

If Dara did not rise at that time, maybe now only his name remains. His body may have fused with the ground due to suicide.

Her tears are puffing. Almost fell. He tried to question her. To be strong and to be able to explain it.

No one knows. His parents did not know it either. No one knows. He kept it himself.

Embarrassed.

Regretting.

And afraid his good name is tainted. That's why Dara didn't report to the police.

He did not want his parents to be ashamed. And don't want to defame his parents.

Moreover, the whispers of neighbors who flocked and rained a lot of questions, blame and judgment.

He's not ready for all that. Dara kept it until today.

Only her husband knew about the incident that took her virginity.

Because sometimes people are so pity in front of him but instead blame him behind his back.

Neighbors were also so curious as to what had happened to her but after that they started gossiping and judging her.

So better to keep it to yourself.

Because nothing Dara believes besides herself will keep that secret until this day comes.

After explaining to Joan. Dara took a towel and cleaned herself in the bathroom. Everything has changed since then.

Dara still remembers the silence, the awkwardness, from the tragedy of the first night.

Joan was silent. Until now, I never talked about it again.

Only his warm bed became cold.

"I'll go first Ra." Joan says goodbye. Dara.

"Yes be careful pa. Mama also wants to meet Nadiya. Papa's eating out, right?"

"Yes. Don't cook it."

Dara nodded. Joan stepped away.

Dara breathed a long and heavy sigh and then questioned it. And blow it slowly.

Some were stifled and felt heavy in each breath. The burden of feeling and muffled turmoil.

Dara grasps a blanket that is like a friend who always accompanies her every night that holds silence. The night is like a friend.

The light of the moon and the decoration of the night did not make his heart happy.

Feeling lonely and left alone sometimes hurts the heart and tears self-esteem.

It feels scattered and wasted like trash on the street. Feeling worthless and stained by black dots.

And without Dara knowing it turns out her husband works for PT Alexander who has a daughter named Karina.

Karina is Nadiya's half-brother.

But Nadiya had not even been in contact with her father or her family for a long time.

Because there was suffering in the past that until now still imprint in his heart. Ardy also does not know if Nadiya is the son of Mr. Alex the richest and successful businessman.

Nadiya never revealed who she really was. Because when he reveals it, the wound will open again.

So Nadiya chose to keep the secret to herself.

Seriate............

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