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Part 4 Can I be happy?
The girl ran on the night of the rain that soaked the city of Jakarta in a hurry, when Ridwan called she told him to go home Dara heard that her papa stiffened his jaw when talking on the phone earlier, fearfully Dara ran towards the Wilson Mansion in a hurry.
Along the way, he did not stop praying that whatever happened to him would be okay, He did not care if his wet clothes were hit by rain water as long as he arrived in time to the Wilson Mansion.
Dara entered the grounds of the Mansion with trembling legs and pale lips she was really afraid of what happened to her tonight.
In the living room looks Ridwan, Alin, and Dira are sitting facing each other waiting for the arrival of Dara.
"Assynoltom..... Dara came home" he said trying to neutralize his fear when dealing with the family.
There Dara saw papa, mama, and Dira who were crying in the arms of mama, Dara did not know what happened to Dira. When he was about to take Ridwan's hand to finish Ridwan's back, his papa even threw Dara's hand and Dara fell and his butt landed on the cream-colored marble with rough, Dara moaning in silence.
"The child's base does not know themselves" said Ridwan with anger radiating on all sides of the face.
He kicked Dara's body until the girl felt pain again in her body. The tears fell again, he again got torture from his father without he know where his fault is?.
"BASIC FUCKING KID, YOU GOT YOUR OWN BROTHER'S GIRLFRIEND TO BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE, HIS OWN BROTHER'S GIRLFRIEND IS BEING TAKEN AWAY TO BE A BITCH OR YOU'RE THE CULPRIT. BASIC ANAK TAK TAU LUNTUNG BETTER YOU DIE" said Ridwan angrily then he pulled Dara's head and banged it into the closet that there is a living room.
"Hikss" Dara nagged at the corner of the closet, her head pulled out a thick red liquid with a large amount.
"Sick pa "weeps Dara begging her papa for forgiveness, her Papa does not care to see Dara's current state.
"CAN'T YOU??? DO NOT LET THE KAYAK IS THE PAIN THAT YOUR BROTHER RECEIVED FOR YOUR TREATMENT" Ridwan said, wrathful, he also threw photos that were clearly not Dara, he said, where clearly Dira who was kissing hot with Raffa at the Language Laboratory but with a variety of very manipulative edits makes the girl in the photo very similar to Dara.
"That's not Dara pa hikss hikss" he said trying to explain with tears rolling down his cheeks along with a thick, red liquid from his forehead.
"MAU NGELES AGAIN YOU ARE CLEARLY YOU, YOU SON DO NOT KNOW LED AWAY YOU FROM THIS HOUSE." he said then pulled Dara's hand to throw him out of this house.
"YOU'RE OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE".
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Ridwan pushes Dara until she falls on the porch of the house. All the servants of the mansion looked on him with pity, they were eager to help Dara from the cruelty of this family treatment but what power they were only servants and nothing more, if they help Dara how about their work automatically they will be fired by Mr. Ridwan who is the head of the family here, unmitigated Alin threw a suitcase containing Dara clothes that they had prepared.
"DON'T YOU EVER STEP ON YOUR FEET IN THIS HOUSE, YOU FUCKING SON" Ridwan said, then pulled his wife's hand and his son told them to come inside the house.
Dira seemed to smile cunningly to Dara he said words without a sound that he knew reads "very good?, mampus Lo" said Dira then entered the Mansion with papa and mama.
Dara wiped her tears with rough, wet clothes, blood splattered, and was thrown out unfortunate fate. Dara laughed blandly with a smile that had a very deep intent. When the door of the main mansion was closed all the servants who witnessed the incident ran up to Dara with an appearance that was said to be far from good.
"Non Dara didn't talk?" Said one of the kitchen maids.
"Ohh the head of Non Dara bleed, let bibik medatin ya Non" said bik Ijah who just returned from the village a few days ago.
Dara brushed off the hands of the soft Ijah bik who wanted to touch her bloody forehead while saying.
"Become with papa, this is common. No need to be treated ntar healed by himself" said Dara sigh and then continue his speech again.
"Better you guys come in, thanks for caring about Dara and it turns out there are still people who love Dara, Dara said yes" then Dara stood up and took the suitcase that her mother had thrown at her on the terrace.
"Where are you going?" Tanya bik Ijah curious they know if dara has no place to live other than here.
"You don't worry about Dara, Dara won't do anything. Anyway if Dara dies this is all according to their wishes and please tell them if Dara never hated them Dara loved them, but ....." Dara deliberately hung up her sentence swallowing her saliva and slightly wiped away her tears.
"Because disappointed with them, they all listened more to Dira's story than to hear Dara's side, and said the same brother Dira hopefully he will change quickly. Dara loved them, Dara said yes" Dara then walked out the fence of the Wilson mansion.
All the waiters were crying about Dara's departure, she was a good girl during their time here, only she was the only one of the Wilson family who would mingle with the waiter, the driver, the servant, or Dara gardeners are very different from the two children of Ridwan Khairun Wilson who do not want to mingle with them because of differences in status and class. But unlike Dara, he treats them like his own parents respect and love them.
Dara looked back to see the three-story American Classic-style house for the last time.
"Being home thanks to me being allowed to stay here for a long time I can get happiness and grief and pain that always goes along" said Dara then he walked away from the mansion with a bland laugh as if he liked his life, "it's okay Andara you are fine" said he reassured himself.
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It has been 30 minutes Dara walked without direction and destination under the lights of the street lights of Jakarta plus the rain that flushed the city that night he walked following his heart wanted to step, he wanted to step, as long as he doesn't come back to that house.
His legs hurt from walking aimlessly, and fresh blood still continued to pour from his forehead but not as much as before, Dara's head suddenly felt sore and very sick, very sick, his cancer reacted again he held his head and slightly incited the pain to be slightly reduced but nil the pain was getting more and more pain.
Dara's body collapsed lying helplessly in the streets of Jakarta which was being drenched in the rain that night.
A white SUV stopped in front of the unconscious Dara. A man rushed towards Dara after opening the door of his car.
"Why can I believe this Andara" said the blue-navy sexudo man, seeing Dara's drenched state lying on the black asphalt of a deserted road, his pale face was deep with lips turning blue and there were remnants of a red liquid like blood.
It did not take long he then carried Dara's body put him in the passenger seat, and drove a car at high speed to the nearest hospital so that Dara can be handled intensively.
7 Days passed by the black-blonde girl opened her eyes slowly, the first thing she saw was a room that was all white. "Is this in heaven?" said Dara looking around the place with the position still lying on the bed.
"If this is in heaven I must have met with bang Andre" said Dara again with a smile that expands, because he remembered the last time he fainted on the road and maybe right now only his spirit is in heaven.
"Heaven, this is a hospital" said the man wearing a black texudo leaning his back behind the door of the hospital wardrobe.
Dara turned to the source of the voice of a man who seemed familiar to her, Dara tried to remember who the handsome man in front of her was, The man with the firm jaw on his face, athletic body wrapped in a suit, a face that is blaster with lashes and plus brown eyeballs.
"Don't be forced to remember me if you don't remember" he said then took a sitting position on the white sofa of the room.
The room is like a Suit President room VVIP hospital room where the room size is 2 times larger than the room, with a special safe for patients who are being used by Dara, one 32-inch television plus a set of multipurpose tables, sofa beds, wardrobe, and nightstand next to Brankar.
"You look like a psychic can tell my thoughts" he said by speaking formally because he respects the person in front of him who he estimates his age is older than himself seen from his body and style that resembles an office person.
"It turns out you can be this formal if you talk" said the man with a look can not be seen.
"Unfortunately we've met, you know me?" Ask Dara curiously.
"More know than that" she said smiling sweetly to Dara.
"Seriously?" Dara then changed her position from lying down to sitting.
"Have we met before?" Dara asked again.
The handsome man nodded in response to Dara's question.
"But where?" Again he asked.
"Later I clearly you better eat first, already 7 days your stomach in the contents of the inpus" said the man then took the food brought by the sister before Dara siuman.
"Gue has no appetite" said Dara, changing her pronunciation to my Lo, staring at the porridge in a ceramic bowl that did not interest her for a moment, then staring at the ceiling of the room.
"Lo has to eat, not Lo has to heal" said the man then sat in a chair next to his gurney.
"What am I healing?" He said he stared at the man next to him.
"The opening they want me dead" said Dara reminiscing about the incident that became the most bitter story he had ever experienced.
"Lo can't say it's not good" said the man staring fixedly at Dara who is still beautiful even though his face is currently pale and his lips cracked.
"Not good you mean Lo?, you don't know what about me. WHICH IS NOT GOOD LO MEAN WHICH IS WHERE HAH" Dara raised several octaves of his voice, at this time his emotions can not be controlled He was too hurt because at the same time everyone hated and left him.
The man was silent to let Dara evaporate his emotions, maybe this way Dara could slightly forget the pain he was experiencing.
"Lo don't know what happened to me, I've suffered enough, I'm sick, I'm tired to say if I'm always okay, I'm tired of muna and always smiling. I am tired of my own life. When children my age feel the beauty of High School I have to feel the bitter gift at the end of the High School year. I'm tired, I'm tired of God's scenario, I'm tired" he said sobbing as he patted his chest that felt like a dagger.
The man pulled Dara in his arms channeling warmth and comfort to Dara so that she could ease her anger a little. Dara returned the man's embrace by wrapping her hands around the man's waist while crying in the man's field.
"Udah do not cry Lo must be strong Dara, whatever happens Lo must face, Lo must face, Lo right the main character in the scenario God proves the plot made God can be changed by the cast based on the effort He has, he said, remember I will always be there for you when you are at the lowest point like today. You must know do not consider yourself tired of all the life stories that Lo lived so far, so far, You must be sure that the story of Lo's difficult life at this time does not rule out the possibility that Lo's destiny will be happy trust me" he said then took off Dara's embrace and caught Dara's face with his sturdy hands and wiped the tears that were still falling on Dara's cheeks.
"Gue will not let Lo ngalamin this alone now remember I will always be a hand grip Lo when Lo is fragile and about to fall, now remember I will always be a hand-holding Lo when Lo, and as long as you know happiness will come to people who are always patient and trying to accept trials in life, and God does not give trials beyond the limits of his servant's ability. So you understand Andara Chairunissa Wilson?" The man smiled sweetly at Dara.
The girl nodded then rolled away an extremely beautiful smile, a smile that had long since disappeared as she always displayed a smile of falsehood.
The man then hugged Dara again more tightly whispering something in Dara's left ear. "I believe I Lo can get through it all Dara "saynya then release a hug on Dara.
The girl again smiled is this what is called a rainbow when the storm has passed? This man in front of him was sent by God to help him through his painful period, what is this man who will always be there when he goes through his difficult life story? I don't know if it's all God knows, Dara can only run the destiny line that has been given to her.
