Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Facing the Worst Truth

Arriving at home—more precisely the new house they both had Chandra prepared before marriage, Dara immediately cleaned up. He doesn't care about anyone anymore because he feels pain alone. A thick fog enveloped his heart as well as the future of this household. Will Chandra still want to accept it in a dirty state?

Taking off her clothes, Dara again sobbed. From the reflection of the mirror he saw the many traces of fondling around his chest, stomach, to the inner legs.

“Whose depraved behavior is this?”

Dara was astonished. In such circumstances, he thought, why didn't that man just kill him all together?

Why is he kept alive in a filthy and despicable state?

The door is knocked followed by a call from Chandra. “Dara ... Dara!”

“I-iya, briefly,” replied Dara somewhat stuttered. Because he is daydreaming.

“You all right? Shower not too long.”

Dara immediately finished her activities. He is ready for whatever happens ahead. Yet he would not let that cowardly demon roam freely out there.

“I promise I'll find you! For God's sake I'll be looking for you! I will destroy you more than you destroy me!” muttered Dara while clenching her hands tightly full of anger and hatred.

CLOAKS.

Dara came out wearing full clothes. Salem colored home dres with knee length size. She took off her wedding and put it in a black plastic bag. He marked another fragrant perfume that stuck to the kebaya. He will find out who the owner is. Dara believes that only the closest people are able to betray. Yeah, definitely. No one knows him better than someone close. His mind is so sure.

“Who are you talking to?” chandra asked as soon as she opened the door. The man was waiting not far from the bathroom.

“Not talking to anyone,” Dara replied.

Chandra. The man looked fresh and was already wearing his sleeping pajamas. “I waited too long for you, so I took a shower in the lower room.”

Dara nodded. He felt the burly hand embrace his waist and take him to bed. “We sit there,” her whispers gently.

Dara grew nervous as Chandra treated her. Especially when getting rid of strands of her hair between the ears and began to kiss her cheeks. Is he gonna ask for his rights tonight?

Oh my God .. This is really wretched.

“Tell me what happened to you earlier. Why are you going?” ask Chandra very carefully. “We're looking for you everywhere. I even asked for help from others to find you. Lucky I went back there. Because I'm sure you're still around the building where our wedding is.”

Dara. Throat's choked. He held back his tears so as not to fall into his lap. “I ... I met a friend,” replied Dara stuttered. He wants to be frank, but is afraid of the wrathful Candra. She was very afraid that her husband, who had just been married one day, would divorce her.

“Whose friend?” ask Chandra again. “If you only meet friends, why should it be that long. You're making me very worried.”

Lama Dara thought so Chandra back said, “Vita?”

“I-iya, Vita,” replied Dara was forced to scapegoat her friend. “Soalya, he came from far away. I have to go home tomorrow. So I had to meet him longer,”. I hope this lie can save him for a while.

But then Chandra smiled so that made Dara become a little more relieved. Because it means this guy trusted her words just now. “Ya already then. We go to sleep tonight. I know you must be tired to this sick. The cure's on the table. You drink, yes.”

Dara nodded. He felt very burdened to see the sincerity of this man. ‘Ya Lord ... what if she knows the truth?’

That night, Dara slept in a very fragile state. Even the next day, his heart was always in a state of vulnerability. I don't know who he has to tell his complaints to. The family is not the right person because it will destroy it later.

***

“Because it's noon, make your husband drink. Don't forget your duty. You have become a wife, so serve your husband as well as possible,” said Ms Ratna when she found her daughter downstairs.

“Iya, Mum.” Dara headed to the kitchen to make her a warm sweet tea.

There, his mother again asked about last night who had not been able to get an answer. Older people are usually more chatty, Dara understood him and answered him with the same answer as Dara told Chandra last night.

Dara again agreed. Dara sure is right, he will lie to many parties later.

“Your friend is still at the Hotel or has returned to the city?”

“Snow Dara has not, Bu.”

“Loh, he said he met last night? Don't ask them when to go home.”

“Eh, I mean Dara, if Vita and Mas Yudha go home, I will tell you first, Bu.”

“Oh, so?”

Ratna's mother is indeed the village mothers who can be said to be less knowledgeable. But Dara was surprised, why in such problems, his mother was so clever to pry, even in a delicate state.

On one occasion when everyone was busy putting items in the form of furniture and electronics into his new home, Dara immediately contacted Vita who knew he was still at the Hotel. He asked for a little time to meet.

Dara asks for permission when she is outside, fearing Chandra will ban her or make her a choice. He did not want to bargain for this matter. She only came out to meet her best friend, not to have an affair with another man.

Arriving at the Hotel that Vita occupies, Dara immediately looking for a seat.

It is not difficult to find Vita who is always more prominent among others. The figure of the beautiful young mother was approaching her with all her hassles carrying triplets.

“Dar?” greet Vita first.

“Tante!” call the girl named Mauza. His son was named Umar.

“Ta, can we talk alone? Our conversation is not worth hearing by small children like them,” said Dara who is actually quite heavy to convey this.

“It's important, Dar?”

“Yes, this is very sensitive. Sorry I thought you were going down by yourself.”

“Ok, fine Dar. Its alright. I'll call Mas Yudha soon, yes.”

Not long after the phone was connected. “Mas, I'm again the same Dara. I want to talk to him, just the two of you. Please take care of Mauza with Umar first, yes. Yeah, I hung up, Mas.”

“Sorry I interrupted your time yes, Ta,” Dara said as soon as her phone closed.

“It's okay, Dar. Just relax. Later Mas Yudha pick them up, kok.”

Dara nodded. A moment later, Vita's husband came out of the elevator confidently while still in his sleeping pajamas in broad daylight like this.

Yudha greeted Dara for a moment before she brought her two children upstairs and left them alone.

“You're tense once, Dar. Calm yourself first,” said Vita clasped his hand. He believes his best friend is in deep trouble. Seen from the look of his frightened and confused eyes.

“Now you tell me slowly, yes. Trust everything with me.”

Dara. A few drops of tears had just fallen from her fertilizer, then she said softly, “I was raped last night, Ta. Not Mas Chandra, but someone else.”

“Hah?” Vita surprised. Spontaneously he released his hand and stood up to immediately embrace his friend's body.

***

TO BE CONTINUED