Tarnished On The Bride's Night

I've Got To Go Where

“Nduk? Nduk?” call Mother Ratna to wake her daughter who is currently daydreaming.

“Jeez,” Dara gasped when she realized the water she poured into the glass had exceeded the limit until the contents spilled. “Yeah, spilled, Bu.”

“You're daydreaming anyway, Nduk. Do not get used to daydreaming so, not good, later can be possessed.” Ibu Ratna's gasps took a mop to clean the wet floor. “Already, here let mom clean up. Now you sit down, yeah. Are you not well?”

“Both healthy, Mom. Just a lot more thoughts.” Dara sat down and rubbed her face. Apart from where Alif had just been, making him constantly think about Chandra— more precisely think about his attitude which later changed very drastically.

‘Chandra I know, Chandra I have a long way to go with a woman. I know very well his life history. But if Alif's words are true, then what should I do?’

“There's nothing prepared for tomorrow? Tell Mom later let me help.” Ratna's mother asked very carefully. He had only arrived a few minutes ago with Razka and Dad knowing that their daughter was going overseas tomorrow morning.

“Or are you afraid to go there?” he thinks so. Dara has never been abroad before. It was a new experience for him.

Seeing his confused daughter made him come closer and sit next to her and say very carefully. “If anything, say the same Mother yes, Nak.”

Dara did not answer a single thought of her mother. He immediately hugged and sniffled at his chest. His crying sounded bitter. The crying implies a lot of meaning. “Indeed, much. But Dara can't tell me now. There's Dad,” said Dara stammering on the sidelines isak. “Because of heartache, Bu.”

“Ya already, I understand. Later when you are ready to tell the story, you come with Mom, yes. Mom ready to listen.”

Dara nodded and hugged her mother even more. When Hilman and Razka's father returned from outside the house, Dara rushed to the sink to wash her face so as not to be too obvious because she was crying.

For the two women, the figure of Hilman is not too good to hear or see the scenery of a thing. His sepit and shallow brain is sometimes not enough to accommodate all kinds of problems that reach his mind. His emotions are always ahead of logic itself. Luckily the bad temper did not go down to his children—because mostly, Ratnalah who took care of both because Hilman was busy working.

“Well, that's Masnya go home,” Razka said as soon as Chandra got home.

“Wah, there are guests,” said Chandra when parking the car. Before long the man came down and welcomed his in-laws' hand.  

“Yes, he said you want to go abroad, so we want to see you first. All asking Dara is filled or not? How do you know, right?” said Ms. Ratna pause for a moment. “I mean let mom give you advice so that the content is fine even if it is taken away. But he said not yet, yes. Most importantly, we came here. At least you can see before you go, ya— - even if you can just give me a prayer. He said it was early in the morning, son?”

“Iya, six o'clock. Thank you, Dad, Mom, Razka, for taking the time to come here. Sorry haven't told you yet. Fear of trouble.”

“Not at all, Son. We have been wanting to come here for a long time. But wait for me to relax first,” said Mother again.

“Just pray after we go later can bring souvenirs,” said Chandra again and Dad immediately replied.

“Iya, souvenirs yes, Bu.”

“Aamiin ...,” his wife chimed.

The night, after Dara's family returned home, Dara immediately packed the things she would bring tomorrow. He had to take care of it right now because the plane to get there would be flying at half-seven in the morning. So at least, an hour before departure they have to arrive at the airport.

“Hopefully nine o'clock has arrived there already, Mas. Check in the hotel as well. Because I want to go to Universal,” said Dara while researching her luggage. “Syal already, hat already, dalaman also everything is already. Especially less, yes?”

“That's less, Cup!” Chandra kissed her lips glittering.

Dara looked at Chandra fixedly. Suddenly he came back to think about Chandra's sweet treatment again as it had just happened.

“Mas Chandra,” said.

“What's up?”

“If you may know, why Mas Chandra suddenly changed like this. Have you already one hundred percent believe that I...”

“I've believed,” Chandra interrupts and smiles. “Important, in the future do not get to be uploaded again, okay?”

“What else do you mean, Ra?” chandra replied in no way. “Do not fill your mind with prejudice. Where might I do— as you think it is.”

“I'm just scared .. I can at least accept the fact that the person I love is playing behind me.” Dara's eyes again condensed.

“You're accusing me?” chandra Tuding. The look on his face changed immediately.

“I only asked.” Dara repeated again so Chandra understood the meaning of his words just now.

“So what do you really want? You used to want our relationship to improve. Now when I'm about to start—you even suspect me,” said Chandra somewhat higher.

“I just asked, Mas Chandra does not need emotions if it is not true.”

“But your words were accusing me. Don't think I'm stupid.”

“Yeah, how short your mind is, Mas!” dara was upset and left him. Do not want this debate to continue which eventually damaged their relationship that had just improved.

“Heh, where are you going?!” Chandra pulled her hand hard.

“Argghg, loose! Don't fuck me!”

“This is wrong, so wrong. What exactly do you want, Dara!?”

Dara rebelled so scared. “Don't kasari me! Release!”

“You must be taught a lesson. It's still lucky I'm willing to accept you for your disability. But now you're treating me so badly.”

“Is it just that you love me, huh? Don't feel most holy, huh?” spray Dara with eyes no less sharp.

“Pointed once your mouth speaks.” Chandra clutched Dara's hand even harder until Dara felt her hand had been hurt by her nails.

Dara is back to challenging. “You are too much. Listen to me, Mas. With you like this makes me even more sure that you are really cheating, right?”

THE PLAQUE!

Dara squealing.

One slap, landing on Dara's cheek until the woman's body staggered and fell to the floor.

“Sick ...,” his moans sound sad. The corner of her lips flowed blood that Dara herself did not know. His one hand is now trying to reach whatever is there so that he can be helped to get back up.

“Other times keep how you talk!” chandra said with great emphasis and then left her to go upstairs. Before that, he had time to spread the items that Dara was collecting.

Can not stand being treated so vile, Dara grabbed her phone and pulled her own suitcase which she happened to have prepared, then rushed out of this house. To hell with Singapore and all its beauty. Dara would not go with him; a very creepy lion!

“I have to go where ...,” murmured under the harsh rain and darkness that surrounds the city.

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The To Be Continued.