Tarnished On The Bride's Night

The End of an RT Story

Being preoccupied with various kinds of work makes Dara rarely meet Alif lately. Both busy with divorce affairs, as well as the affairs of his father who currently still has to go back and forth to the hospital every week to do control and therapy. But Dara remained grateful because her father was now able to move little by little.

And there are still stages of divorce even though Dara uses the help of a lawyer. Starting from conducting an examination (by a Judge), peace efforts or commonly called mediation, then the pledge of talaq, determination, and finally is to register the divorce decree with the Registrar's Officer.

Now he is still in the talaq pledge stage. But it may remain easier because both parties are no longer likely to be reconciled and have enough reasons for divorce.

“Absolutely I am not sane? Wherever I may reconcile and reunite with him who has cheated me until I have children. To make matters worse, he married his wife and lived together. Hoe? What if I stay there? Role so what? So sculpture?” grumbled Dara to her lawyer as she exited the building area.

“Some girls yes she doesn't know. Maybe it's still a little mending that this guy is a crazy rich man. Lah, Chandra is just as ordinary as we are.”

“Patience, you are patient. Just a few more stages,” said Wiwin lawyer who is also his friend.

“Indeed how long the divorce process depends on the level of complexity of each client's household problems anyway, Dar. But of the many cases that I handled not long, really. I can guarantee,” he explained.

Dara nodded. “Hopefully just as we expected. Honestly I've been very, very sick of this process.”

“Muak or fed up?” tanya Wiwin meant to tease him. “Because there's been a wait, times, Dar.”

“That's one of them,” replied Dara hiding a smile.

“Your attractiveness is quite strong. Not yet clear the problem, but there are already in line. As for me, not one. Let alone candidates, hilal just not seen.”

“You want me to find?” tawar Dara's.

“But the handsome one is as rich—” but could not be resolved because Dara immediately elbowed him. Because there's Chandra approaching.

“Congratulations, Ra. You win,” said Chandra like a nearly desperate man. “Thank you for accompanying me all these days, Ra. Hope you can be happier.”

I don't know what feelings are covering him, because Dara is so full of hearing this man's unlucky fate.

Realizing not always hostile is beautiful, Dara tries to be sincere. “Sama-sama, Mas. May you be happy too. But if I can tell you, please lower your ego. I hope this is the last time you hurt a lot of people. Hopefully in the future there will be no one else who becomes another victim, let alone your child.”

Chandra nodded. “I'm sorry, Ra. Everything was. Because there are so many mistakes I can't explain one by one.”

Starting from ignoring, letting Dara get sick, accusing her of cheating, staying away from her, not supporting her fairly, doing violence, even cheating on her until she has children.

“I tried to forget it.”

Dara's answer became their last conversation before the three eventually begged each other to enter their respective vehicles.

Long before this day, Dara had met with Mamma Dwi and her family to celebrate. They talk a lot about divorce.

Their relationship is still as good as it used to be. Instead, they feel very guilty for failing to educate their own children.

Although this divorce began with Dara's misfortune, it turns out Chandra chose to close the big secret that happened to Dara— because he himself was embarrassed if this disgrace to be buzzed in front of family and audiences. It is clear in the eyes of others that he is a very despicable and irresponsible man, because he does not want to accept Dara as he is.

Chandra said he was being caliph, nothing more. I don't know who's stupid here. But it seems Dara is not too much of a problem if Chandra does intend to tell the truth. He felt no loss at all, for it was the man who waited for his widow!

***

Weekend is indeed the busiest day in Bistro A&D because there is live music there. Jack deliberately prepared to attract the attention of the newcomers.

Moreover, this place is quite strategic, close to the campus and also office buildings. Helped again with promotional ads on social media, making this place of young people quickly famous.

“If there is a Jack, why hurry? Just look from here. Mending you help your brother who is in trouble,” said Umi Ros because Alif said he would leave tomorrow.

Yudha says, “Kata Dylan, miss it hard, Mi.”

“Sok knows,” Alif responds.

“Iya, better here first. Help your brother, pity,” said Abah also joined in saying.

“Bah?” alif stopped his brother's words. “Help me reach for love.”

“Pret,” Umi sneers loading all family members giggling.

“Love. Love wrong address. Daratista's the wife of the man, Alif. You can be suspected the cause of their divorce, be careful,” said Umi again advising. “Here refused, he said because Dara had not been to college. Now even chasing koyo wong ora eling.” (Were people are not aware.)

“Iya, yes ...,” replied Alif in a long tone.

“Still process?” ask Abah. The man who was very supportive because he could no longer bear to see his second son was too long celibate.

“In the meantime,” Alif replied.

“If you really want Abah same Umi proposed there, first tell his parents. You ask well. If they agree, then we will come. Don't just gruduk. All must have rules and ethics.”

“Iya, Bah.”

“Her parents already know yet you have no intention of getting married?”

“For now not, Bah.”

Of course not yet. If you know Alif and Dara were close long before they divorced, they could be in severe shock.

“Ya, you have to tell them first.”

“So Abah permits Alif back there tomorrow ‘kan?” back Alif seduced to be allowed.

“Not allowed, Abah is worried that you are becoming. Stay here until marriage so you have someone watching.”

“But, Bah?” Alif seems to object.

“Session first your home so that later can be directly used.”

“Well, that's just an excuse to keep Alif here ‘kan? Alif stay back there tomorrow, huh?” Alif is begging.

“It will be slanderous if you often meet secretly, Alif,” said Umi Ros who was anxious and then returned to fret his son's ears. “Aparticularly Dara the dowisaaaaaa!”

“Aiyaiyayaayaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

***

Seriate.