Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Make Love to Your Job!

“Stop traveling without my permission!” chandra exclaims with sharpening eyes.

Clear circles spilled from Dara—'s eyes may be the same as water spilled from the cup.

“I came out not to mess around, but I want to investigate my case,” Dara replied in a hoarse voice. “Because you didn't want to help me, so I did it myself. Is that wrong?”

“I told you not to travel without my permission, did you hear?” rework Chandra once again. Still with sharpened eyes like that.

Dara lowered her head, “Good, I was wrong. I'm sorry, Mas. Next time I won't repeat it.” Dara relented because she did not want this trivial problem to continue being long. He did not want to argue because it could make his head hurt.

Pause for a while, Chandra then left him alone and no longer responded to his words.

“In married life, if one becomes a fire, then one must be the water so that the family is always in harmony.”

Dara remembers one of her mother's tips before marriage. And it's actually useful for him right now.

“But if I am the one who is constantly being water, it is a sign that this relationship is no longer healthy. Let's just see where Mas Chandra insists on all his bad thoughts. There will come a time later he knows the real story and he will definitely regret.”

Taking a mop, Dara cleaned the wet floor because of her husband's anger.

During this time, his hand repeatedly rubbed his chest to be patient. In order to quickly understand that Chandra has just come home from work. Tired, tired, and maybe an empty stomach makes it easy to ignite emotions.

Dara shouldn't have delivered the mysterious man earlier.

Ah, but who would have thought it would have this effect?

Or her husband who has strange behavior?

It felt like there was no conversation that offended Chandra just now. Dara was just trying to tell the truth.

It seems legitimate that he thinks that Chandra is paying the bill. If not— Chandra should be lucky because it means there are people who are kind enough to help his wife. So Dara doesn't have to bother out the cost anymore.

“This is the name, it has fallen, hit the stairs anyway,” muttered Dara after putting the mop tool again into the kitchen. In this state of pain, instead of Chandra helping him, it was again that the man even scolded him like yesterday.

“Huft, shit! My goal is to be happy, not the other way around. Know this I won't marry!”

His broken heart was no longer able to think clearly and then imagine; if their relationship would continue like this, Dara would also be bored for a long time. And for the sake of pleasing his heart, it is not impossible that he will also seek other pleasures. There has been a lot of this kind of thing out there as a result of a person being unhappy with their own partner.

“But unfortunately I am still conscious, I just got married yesterday afternoon. I do not want to do strange things that actually make the relationship more complicated. I'm gonna try first. Maybe later Mas Chandra can change, can love me again, yes ‘kan?”

Dara looked back and forth, she realized that there was no one else but her there. From his new behavior that likes to talk to himself, it is like the behavior of people who are not sane.

“Yes, I've been out of my mind since today.”

***

Midnight....

Dara closed her eyes many times, but it was very difficult to close. He felt his body strange and was so shivering that his teeth were grinding at each other. Even though the AC has been turned off, the blanket has been added to two layers. But still he felt cold.

Dara realized that she was having a fever. He's been feeling it since this afternoon. But I didn't expect now it would feel this bad. Could it be because of a fall from the motor? Or because it was because of that dark night?

In his fatigue, he tried to call Chandra for help. Because, she had not found her husband in this room since their dispute this afternoon.

Dara tried to reach her phone on the nightstand, but unfortunately the phone fell until the battery was released scattered on the floor.

“Cold ...,” he said moving irregularly, very agitated. “Dad, Mom, Razka .. please Dara...” Dara whimpered calling everyone.

His breath hunted and his tears kept flowing as he so desperately faced his own pain. “Mas Chandra .. plis.”

Dara also tries to hit the headboard hard for Chandra to hear, but it seems that the man does not want to care.

Dara endured her pain overnight. On the morning of the day, exactly after his condition had improved, he picked up his phone and tried to put the battery back on. Once active, she tries to contact Chandra again, asking for help to immediately take him to a nearby hospital.

“Mas, please log into the room for a while, important ..” Dara said when the phone was connected.

A few minutes later, he heard the door open. Showing the figure of Chandra who has been wearing a neat uniform and ready to go to work.

“Drama let alone this, Dara?” chandra asked as soon as she arrived before him who was sleeping in a curled position facing the door.  

“You pretended to be sick so I cared about you, did you?” chandra said again that makes Dara more and more black. After a night of Chandra being deaf with some of her screams, she says she is chatting and pretending.

“I gave you a deal yesterday. So please don't bother me first, until I come alone later.”

“I'm not in a dorm, or pretending. I am indeed sick and need your help ...,” Dara's moans stammering and with lips that have paled. His body is still wrapped in a blanket tightly until leaving only part of his head.

“You ask what medicine?” ask Chandra later. Without really wanting to touch or make sure Dara's current body feels so bad. It is likely that Chandra did not believe him as if he was ill from being made to fool him.

'Only because of that incident do you think of me as a pela cur. But you do not know the truth. God, I just found out the other side of Chandra that turns out to be the most selfish human figure.'

“For example, usually if you have a fever what do you want?” chandra asked because Dara never answered.

“What is so disgusting about my body that you won't touch me at all? I'm sick, Mas. I'm sick..” Dara said with quivering lips holding a giggle in her body. "Please don't look at the others first. I'm in need of help, plis ...."

“Yes so you usually take what medicine? Let me get you,” said Chandra again in a more firm voice. “Alright, if you don't know what your medicine is, let me get you the same as I used to drink.”

After saying so, Chandra passed out for quite some time. Then return with a glass of water and some caplets of paracetamol. Chandra should understand what the rules of the patient taking medicine—yakni taken after the stomach is filled. In fact there is nothing Chandra presents on the nightstand other than that.

“I'm leaving right away, Ra. You know I'm almost late.”

Without giving her a chance to answer, the man then came back out without caring for Dara again making her even more sobbing.

“Yes, make love and live with your work, if necessary stay there forever,” he said on the sidelines isak.

Back Dara grabbed her phone to book a taxi online. After a long wait, Dara got a notification that her order car had arrived in front of the house.

Still wrapped in blankets, Dara staggered to drag her feet into the car.

***

To be continued.