Taint

Darkened

"May," called me a moment later.

"Actually .. I want you to eat, also to the house of Mala, the woman I met in Bui. Her mother produces knit bags, nice-natured, Ra. I want to buy a couple with you, let us compact it, Ra. Count it as a gift for your wedding." Mayra spoke at length without raising her face.

"Mmm, yeah, let's go. But ... Bentar yes, I called Kak Darren first," I said.

After thinking long, I finally decided to accept his invitation, because I did not want to disappoint him. Before leaving, I first asked Darren for permission. He allowed, although at first also surprised to hear Mayra free. Before the phone was cut off, Darren told me to go home before dusk and always turn on the phone.

After that, I changed clothes and did not forget to wear a veil. While carrying Dara, I say goodbye to Auntie. We then followed Mayra who first got into the car. Dara laughed cheerfully as the car started to run, Mayra and I also accompanied her laughter.

Half an hour later, Mayra stopped her car in the courtyard of the restaurant. We ate there and Mayra paid. I'm not good, but he's pushy. He said he was grateful to be free.

After eating, we continued our journey, which was to Mala's house. While driving, Mayra told me many things, not least about the man who would marry her. It was not Reza, it was Jino. A name I heard for the first time. Mayra said she was a colleague of her father. Already a widower, but still handsome. She wants to take Mayra and the baby.

From Mayra's story, I guess Jino is a rich man. Most likely, he also helped free Mayra. Actually I wanted to make sure it was true, but Mayra only smiled when I asked about it.

Shortly after, Mayra turns her car around and enters a small alley. Very narrow, even to avoid the bike was Mayra difficulties. I didn't ask much, but guessing in my heart, maybe Mala wasn't as rich as Mayra.

The longer, the more narrow the alley we traveled. We got out of the car and continued on foot.

"The house is still far away, May?" I asked while looking around. The house is lined up tightly, even the roof is connected to each other.

"No, just a few meters away." Mayra replied while staring at her phone. Probably ascertain the address we are going to.

The next second, we walked together, down a slightly muddy alley. Actually this place is not too far from the city center, but it is very foreign to me. Understandably, I have no acquaintances around here.

"It's also yes, Ra," Mayra lamented as she ruffled her waist.

Indeed, the sunlight is quite hot at this time. Lucky I put on a veil, so my head was spared from the sting. Unlike Mayra, I saw her cheeks reddish and sweat spots wet her face.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the end of the settlement. There are no houses, just a banana tree that looks stretched.

"Where, May?" ask me in surprise, the article Mayra still did not stop the step.

"Front there." Mayra pointed to a path that was a lot of holes.

"Is there a home?"

"Say there" answered Mayra.

Then we continued our steps and followed the path that turned to the left. Some time later, I stared at the end of the blue roof. Maybe it was his house, I thought.

"Yet, Ra, that's his house!" mayra shouted accompanied by a crisp laugh.

"Related. He said it was blue paint and next to the white paint house. That's one house Mala, another house her brother," Mayra said.

I nodded, because her features were indeed in accordance with Mayra's words. While walking, I looked at the house. Unostentatious. Even when I arrived at the terrace, there was only a butut motorbike I saw parked beside the house.

"Maybe .. he also had economic difficulties, so stuck in a forbidden job. Poor," my inner.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Mayra said.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied the middle-aged woman. He smiled and let us in.

We sat in a worn-out rattan chair. While talking, I looked at the knitting bag in the corner of the room, neatly arranged in a dull rack. I counted 21, with different colors and models.

Soon, the fat woman came to reveal the curtain. Young, probably my age. He greeted us kindly, especially when talking to Mayra, very familiar. It was Mala.

"Eat first yuk, I'm done cooking" said Mala.

"I'm still full, La. Suc___"

"You so, May, don't like my simple food, either" she said with a soft lip.

"Oh, La, let me be you." Mayra laughs. "Ra, eat first yuk," he asked me.

"Come on." I'm nodding. Although the stomach is still full, but I did not refuse. Fear Mala is prejudiced.

Then Mayra and I moved on. However, Mayra paused for a bit and took off the high hells.

"First," he whispered.

I glanced at his feet, scuffed and slightly bleeding, "misone yourself high-heeled demen," my god also with a whisper.

Mayra grumbled and rubbed her wound with a tissue, while I walked and followed Mala's steps. I don't know why, Dara cried loudly as I stood in the living room. Just as I was about to calm down, I suddenly had trouble breathing. It turned out that there was a hand that was blocking my nose and mouth. I rebelled, but I was struck by a stinging scent. I don't know what it is, what is clear is that my energy is disappearing. The longer my body gets lighter, the more mind floats. I didn't understand the situation yet, everything turned dark.

Seriate....

How hard is the conflict, brother?

Yes, let it be the same to my body. A little light from before.

But....

For those of you who have read my other work, definitely ejoy wae. No matter what the conflict, the ending must be_____(please be filled with their own opinions)