Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Finding a Stopover Place

“Why does the rain even add up?” muttered Dara who was currently pulled over at one of the shops that closed on the side of the road. “The battery is also up.” He regretted his phone which did not help him so much in this distress.

This place is dark. There were no chairs that Dara could sit on because all the chairs had been turned over and tied with chains on a long table. Maybe because the owner of this shop does not want the place to be used as a caskrong of young children at night.

His eyes looked back and forth very confused. While one hand repeatedly rubbed his tears that continued to fall because it was so badass. In his entire life, he had never once been slapped by someone. At first glance a father, he loves him very much, although his head can be said to be a bit shifted because it is often misfired and too soon to draw conclusions.

Cold, Dara opens her suitcase to pick up a hoodie. Physically, he is strong. But not with rain. Dara hopes her body can be invited to compromise until the rain subsides later.

“I want to ask for help. But afraid of bothering people nights like this,” murmured with trembling lips and teeth grinding.

Relying on the remaining battery, Dara tries to book a taxi or motorcycle taxi online. But, unfortunately, all orders were rejected. Probably because of the heavy rain.

Dara was still waiting there, until soon she saw the phone ringing. Chandra repeatedly contacted him.

“I'm disappointed in you, Mas. Until your heart slaps me. Just because I asked something that wasn't necessarily true. It's not hard to say yes or no. As bad as you are now just because I'm happy, I'm dirty," Dara refrained from exploding in that place.

"You don't know out there even many a cleric who would willingly marry a widow or the lowest, former lady of the night. Just because they wanted to save her life, elevate her from the world that had always considered her small. While you—you are not anyone who is not even anything with their faith, but your behavior, is very petty.”

Before long, Dara saw Chandra's car passing by. He guessed Chandra was looking for him right now. But Dara immediately hid herself behind a tavern banner to make her invisible. “I promise I will no longer step on your holy home.”

Feeling the situation was being threatened, Dara again continued the journey that would have been safe from Chandra's search. He headed to a roadside stall that provided a warm drink.

“Nights like this, alone, bring a suitcase too Neng. Not afraid of what?” ask the seller when Dara sits in front of his cart.

“I have nothing, Sir. Anything I want to get rid of. If kidnapped, it is usually just to finish the food. Free.”

“But Neng is beautiful. Today's times are prone to sexual harassment, Neng. Must be careful.”

“I can take care of myself, Bang.”

The seller nodded. Then hand over the drink that Dara ordered. A sweet tea that can slightly make his body warmer. Now, just think about how to find a place to stop. At least—for tonight. Having no choice, Dara tries to send Alif a message.

Dara: Lif .. Can I ask for help?

Unexpectedly, five minutes later the message was blue. That means Alif hasn't slept yet.

Alif : What?

“Yeah, can't you lengthen your sentences anymore?” grout Dara.

Alif: I'm going to sleep, tomorrow.

Alif sent a message that disappointed him.

Dara: Yes, I have, then. Sorry distracting.

Message ends. Dara shed tears again. Why does everyone seem to reject his condition?

‘Yes God, I want to curse him who raped me. Hope he's hard to get a mate!’

***

Regrets are always at the end. Just getting above he felt an incredible pity, especially when he saw Dara's body lying on the floor while moaning in pain.

Chandra stared at his warm palm after slapping his wife. He is uncontrollable which may be caused by fatigue after returning to work, then must pretend to be okay in front of the family Dara in-laws, not to mention having to face the question of his wife who seemed to be accusing him.

“I'm sorry, Ra. I'm sorry.”

Not wanting anything unwanted to happen, Chandra again ran down to see how Dara was doing at the moment. But wretched, when he got to the bottom; in that place, Dara was no longer there. Worse yet, he's missing with his suitcase. It can be ascertained that Dara mamang left the house.

“Ya, Lord Dara .. Why did you leave?” This is so bad he thought. Do not let Dara go home alone because it can be fatal as a result. That woman could be complaining there. Especially about the violent incident he just did. This is so embarrassing!

Gasps take the car keys, Chandra goes down the street, hoping Dara hasn't gone too far and can still take her home to apologize and talk about the matter carefully. Moreover, tomorrow they will leave. Tickets have been booked and everything has been carefully prepared.

“Let's pick up my phone, Ra,” grumbled to Chandra because he's been calling her repeatedly. Up to as many times, and finally not active anymore.

***

“Where did you find it?” ask Alif when Jack comes home with souvenirs. A woman fainted beside the wheel.

“On the road!” half annoyed Jack answered Alif's question. Because he broke up because of this woman.

Alif asked again because Jack's explanation was still not very clear. “Why can?”

“Yes, he passed out in contact with a lot of people. At the shop near the bridge. I was curious and went down. Eh turns out the chatty of a lot of this behavior,” explained Jack. He also grew upset that his car seat was soaked because of this woman. “Already, quickly you bring it inside!”

Alif took him inside, but he thought. If he was put on the bed, his bed would be wet. The only way, Alif had to undress.

Not wanting to return to the khilaf, Alif turned off the lights and chose to change his clothes in the dark. Before that, he had already taken one of his shirts and his subordinate pants in exchange. Alif didn't know that Dara was carrying a suitcase. He knew after Jack said it, but it was the day after noon.

He turned the lights back on. Afraid that his fever was getting worse, Alif brought him a drink and asked Dara to chug the paracetamol caplet. Then she rolled her body with a thick blanket.

For a moment he regretted having ignored Dara's message a few tens of minutes ago, as if his request for help wasn't very important. Suppose Dara delivered it directly earlier, the consequences would not be like this. Nor could he have imagined it if Jack had not found it.

“Sick ...,” hiss Dara delirious.

“What hurts, Ra?” Alif brought his face closer to hear more clearly. It was then that he realized there was a bruise on his left cheek and found blood coming out of the corner of his lips.

“Shiitt ...,” Alif swearing.

***

To be continued.