Tarnished On The Bride's Night
Less Pleasant Treatment
“What kind of person characteristics?” dara asked one of the nurses about the man who paid the bill. Dara single accident, due to his own negligence—must be impossible if there are people who are kind enough to pay it.
“High, white, estimated age of 30 years. He wears a black jacket and jeans. But if the characteristics of his face I pay less attention.”
“Did he say his identity?”
“He just said his brother, that's it.”
‘All Mas Chandra isn't it, huh? But know where I was in the accident?’
“Ya already, thank you.” Dara completed her interrogation because the nurse did not seem to have much time to serve a series of questions.
A few minutes later, Dara decided to go home. But he grimaced as he tried to walk out of the clinic. His knee was so painful that he decided to take a taxi. While his motorbike was slightly injured, left lying in the parking lot. Long before he came out, he had contacted Razka to retrieve it. Luckily the boy had gone home from school so he could be asked for help.
“Kok, Mbak can fall in the area there?” razka asked when the two got home. “Where are you going?”
“Ehm, the ..” Dara has trouble answering because if she says frankly,— will be a long problem. “.... Ma'am's looking for furniture, Dek. You see, Mbak's kitchen is still incomplete,” he found a reason that is quite reasonable.
“There is nothing around here, Ma'am? Furniture stores are many.”
“Mbak want to search there all streets. At home continue to sfor.”
“Lain times if you want to go with Mas Chandra only, so if there is nothing there is a man. Try it earlier if there is no kind person who wants to help, do not know how the fate of Mbak. Mana wear fainting all over again.”
“Iya-iya, Adek bawelku. Tengkyu has helped Mbak, yes ..” Dara rubbed Razka's bushy hair with anxiety.
“Mas contacted?”
“Mas Chandra is back at work. Fear of interrupting.”
“It's not like that concept, Ma'am. Men will prioritize his wife over his job.”
“Aduh, Adek was like an adult just talking!”
“I am an adult, not a child anymore. Don't get me wrong, huh? Razka now has a boyfriend.”
“Still small already dating, same quota of gasoline only still ask the same mother.”
“Let me change when I work.”
“School first right, later continue college so you can have a better job.”
“Iya, Mbak .. now phone mom same husband Mbak first, call them.”
“OK, Okay ...”
‘I call mom only, Mas Chandra must be busy.’
Picking up a mobile phone, Dara contacted Ratna's mother, telling her that she was fine and only had minor injuries.
“Why could an accident anyway, Nduk? You sleepy?”
“Iya, it could be,” replied Dara accordingly. It really isn't. He was not focused because of his many thoughts. Even now his head was still filled with terrible incidents that happened to him on his first night. If later in the afternoon still able to come there (the building where the reception), then Dara will not postpone it again. He thinks faster, better.
“Owalah, newlyweds. So don't stay up too much!” mother Ratna said.
‘Don't stay up, Mom. Not even touch. Dara is dirty, because of the hulk creature.’
“Yes already, if you're okay, I'm calm. Last time I heard from Adek, he said Mbak mishap—so Ibu panicked,” said Ibu Ratna later. “Front month mom to there again, but hopefully later you are already pregnant, yes, Nduk ...”
‘No, I don't want to guarantee this haram seed. Even if there might be a better I throw it away. Of course I'm disgusted, I don't know who raped pocket.’
Dara could not imagine if the one who raped her was the thick-headed bald grandfather. Hii ... is it disgusting?!
‘But if from the fragrant perfume, it seems not. I know it's a masculine perfume that is only worn by young people and expensive people as well. Like I smell the body ... Aliph. Ya—Alif.
Huh, where could he be?
“Nduk? Nduk?”
“Eh, yes, Bu!” Dara wavering due to daydreaming for too long.
“Called by Mom from earlier just silence.”
“Maybe again out of range,” Dara replied origin.
“Mother hang up. You're fast healing, yes.”
“Ok, Bu.”
After calling, Dara sat back down to join Razka again. Chatting while gently massaging the diseased parts of his body. Incidentally, Razka was also willing to help him.
***
In the afternoon after Razka came home, Dara canceled her intention to go to the building again. Because the situation just feels worse. This afternoon was not too felt. Weirdo?!
'It looks like this afternoon I canceled going there, my legs still hurt.'
The sound of the wheels of the car stopped making Dara immediately stand up to open the garage. She smiled, looking forward to welcoming the man.
“Finally you're home too. I miss you,”, said Dara directly hugged Chandra when she arrived in front of him. Although there is no circular hand reply, but it is okay—minimal Chandra does not reject it.
Dara stretches a hug, “What do you want to drink, let me make it, yes?” he tried to smile even though his eyes welled up to withstand the overwhelming sense of tightness.
“What's there,” replied chandra briefly.
“Mas Chandra clean first, I will put it here.” Not caring for her aching leg, she limped into the kitchen, making a drink for her husband. There she quickly wiped away traces of her tears.
‘Because, you can't be weak. Dara who was previously an independent Dara, a strong Dara! Come, Dara, spirit! Don't surrender! Whatever the course of this marriage later, at least you can prove all the truth.’
A few minutes passed.
“Loh, why not clean?” dara asked as she returned to the living room with a tray on top of which contained a warm drink and some light snacks. She found her husband still sitting there playing his cell phone.
But instead of answering, Chandra asked something else. “Why with your elbows and legs?” he pointed to that part.
“I was in an accident," replied Dara. "I think Mas Chandra already knows, keep telling people to pay my bills.”
“Pay your bill?” ask Chandra astonishment. His eyes glared sharply at Dara as if he was judging values. I don't know what madness was just mentioned by his wife. Totally inexhaustible.
“Iya,” said Dara responded. "So somebody paid my bill at the clinic."
“I'm not unemployed who keeps monitoring you 24 hours wherever you go. So it's definitely not me. I'm busy at Factory.”
“Then who if not you, Mas?”
“Yes, how do I know! Just ask your secret admirer!”
Chandra's face turned upset. In front of Dara's eyes exactly, she turned the cup of tea that had just been served by him so as to make the water spill.
Dara was aghast at this unpleasant treatment. He cupped half his face with both palms. His eyes nilar saw Chandra who had always known loving—tega doing rough.
***
To be continued.
**NOTE :
I don't think it's enough for a 'new reader' to read here. It's a sequel, so maybe not too connected if you don't read from the parent "Unable to Share"
If the old reader understands. So my advice, new readers to go there first huh. Not much, just 70 bab😚.
