Tarnished On The Bride's Night

What Are You Crying For?!

“Ra, Dara!”

Dara ran out of the elevator regardless of Alif's voice calling and following her.

His face was getting strange, his gaze was also getting more and more pushy and his mouth was getting drier. His steps now headed to any place he believed to be quiet and safe to blow up his feelings that had been stifled in the esophagus.

With his head lowered, he passed dozens of people who were in the lobby, walking in haste although it was a bit difficult because his eyes felt so sore. Before long, after walking some distance from the lobby, he found himself in the back of the car body.

His head first turned to the right and to the left to make sure things were a bit quiet. After that he ducked down, his shoulders shaking, his cries breaking, sobbing until his face was soaked with tears.

‘So deep you reply me by a mistake that I do not necessarily make. Are you worth saying human? Humans have hearts, animals have hearts. Maybe you're a demon, so no heart.’

Alif leaned his body into the car. He couldn't do much because right now the woman didn't want to be disturbed. Because for moments like this, Dara does need to be alone and cry to relieve feelings—like he had felt before when he found out that Chandra had already asked Dara to be his wife. Then it was broken twice when rejected by Dara's own father.

‘You are the happiest woman if you are sensitive. You will be brothers with Vita; your best friend, you will also have everything you aspire to. And maybe—we also already have many children,’ Inner Alif is fantasizing while looking around.

The angel must be cursing him because he is a little happy above the suffering of others, Alif thought even though it sounded ridiculous.

A few tens of minutes passed. Alif approached Dara, stretched out his hand so that Dara would accomplish her completely useless activities. “It's almost night, we're home now. How long you want to be here.”

His hand was received after Dara first rubbed his wet face, then stood up and said, “Almost eat first, dong!”

Alif smiled because he sounded funny. “Hungary?”

Dara nodded. “Because crying requires energy,” he said. “again I am beautiful, our event period is off?”

“Know that's why you're mewek. Why cry for them?”

“No one wants his marriage ruined.”

“Where is the surprise?” asked Alif grinning.

“You made her birthday surprise really!” Dara grumbled until he hit Alif on the back. “I thought I wanted to be in a romantic room, but instead surprised by the appearance of supernatural beings.”

Both of them walked to their car to immediately find another place to eat, because Dara was sick of having to go back to the place.

“But I thank you, Lif,” said Dara turning to the side. “Because of you, I came to know who Chandra really is.”

Alif did not answer he just made misgivings. ‘Live one more. The bigger fact. What would her reaction be if you knew that I was worse than her?’

“Lif?” call Dara. “Don't see me that way. Focus forward.”

“Again the beauty,” Alif pinched his lips to cover the imperfect part. He refocused his gaze forward, then controlled his car somewhat to the edge to search for the restaurant Dara wanted.

“I want to eat to an expensive place.”

Alif turned his head to the side, waiting for Dara to continue speaking.

“Let me drain your money, later I replace it with my heart,” he added with a sweet smile and a flickering eye next to that which made Alif almost jump on the car.

***

A week has passed since the Chandra raid and his new wife. Now Dara looks more cheerful even though sometimes still crying when remembering the crimes of her husband—but that is rare, because Alif has managed to fill the void.

“I have to take care of the divorce papers immediately,” said Dara at the time of the evening before. When Alif just arrived home after a day at the Bistro with Jack. "But ...," Dara hesitated over her own words.

“What do you need?” tanya Alif understands Dara's intentions. He knew that Dara had no income at this time other than to wish him. And Alif did not mind at all, as much as Dara asked for her help. This is what is called the acute level of bucin.

It is indeed a heavy life experienced by Dara—even since long ago he was still wandering in Jakarta to become a driver. But all of that was addressed by Dara simply who then became accustomed.

Dara sees Alif's usual face romance without any changes. Thinking this was the right time, he finally ventured to raise one hand and swipe his index finger and thumb; or sign language if he was in need of currency at this time.

Dara looked at Alif, wondering through his eyes. He understood with the intention of Alif who asked him to write his own nominal that he needed. However, really, he is really uncertain if faced with the following reality. And know, surely this attitude will be welcomed differently if the one in front of Alif is a matre girl.

Until a while later Alif said, “Self-awareness only.”

“I like khilaf, Lif,” Dara chuckles. “Khilaf until she has a child,” she joked by insinuating her husband.

“Just pray for the best,” said Alif did not want to add further.

“Iya, hopefully quickly enter heaven,” Dara responded which made Alif almost chuckle.

They are in silence for a few moments while the transaction is being made. Before Dara finally re-opened her voice, “I want to see my parents, it's been a long time I haven't visited her.”

“I never forbid you. You can go home anytime.”

“But my problem is a lot. I was confused as to which one to tell. Dad must be really mad if he finds out I want a divorce from Chandra.”

“Daddy forced you to marry Chandra?” ask Alif.

“At first yes, I was urged, but after our acquaintances matched, we finally tried to start. It just so happened that I was empty.”

“Other times don't make too much decisions,” Alif said again.

“Finally you said like—but don't move.”

Alif shook his head, refuting Dara's response that did not match his point of view. “You are wrong.”

“Lah, indeed yes ‘kan?”

Alif could no longer hold himself back from silencing. “You can ask Umi Ros, he will propose to you on the night of the reception brother, but it is canceled because your parents introduced Chandra first to him that he is his future son-in-law," Alif said pausing for a moment. "Three years later—because I still had the chance, I fought back to tell you, but you thought I was joking. Not stopping there, I also went to your father's house to say it directly, but your father rejected me,” he added to make Dara stunned. She was so shocked. Why didn't you ever tell him about this?

“Why did you just say all this now?”

Dara's tears rolled back to her cheeks. Is this God's scenario for her to return to her first love?

***

While elsewhere.

“Indira, where's dinner?” chandra asked his wife. He had just returned home in a state of rumbling, but found nothing on his kitchen table.

“Buy it at the restaurant, I've said, I can't cook,” Indira replied don't want to get dizzy.

“If buying food in restaurants continues, over time my finances can be dilapidated, Indira. My savings could run out long. Understand a little,” said Chandra refrain from venting anger.

“But I really can't cook. Just buy what's wrong, anyway. Can in other places also a lot.”

“Food outside is not healthy, Dira. Especially for your health that you must take care of now.”

“Ah, it's up to you,” reply Indira not really care. “I'm not feeling well anymore,” he added for the same reason every time Chandra orders.

Seriate.

Heheh, sorry yes. That Sunday I like to ngadat up. You see the weekend I take a walk to let his brain fresh again.

Vote, don't forget. Let the spirit of love like.