Tarnished On The Bride's Night
Not a Problem No Virgin
Dara immediately fixed her clothes again and rushed out of the room to find where her husband was. A troubled mind made him unable to think clearly about what he would do next other than to be honest. Yeah, that's it, there's no other way.
“At first maybe Mas Chandra will be disappointed, it's natural and very humane. But slowly, surely he can accept my situation. It's just a problem ..” Dara was too dumb to mention it. Frankly, he was disgusted with himself who was somehow haunted by what kind of astral beings. But he kept trying to convince himself that he had already lost half his sanity.
“Mas Chandra loves me—ya, loves me so much and he won't divorce me.”
Dara's eyes circled throughout the room. Starting from the living room, living room, garage, then the terrace of the house while calling her husband's name.
“Mas Chandra! Mas Chandra!”
He turned to the kitchen, but he did not find Chandra there. Where is her husband? Is he upstairs?
“Mas plis, where are you. Give me a chance to talk for a second. Do not quickly take the wrong decision ... this is not at all what I want.”
Finding a water faucet in the sink, he washed his face to make his head feel cold.
“Dad, Mother ... how is this? Please Dara.” Again he wept for his unfortunate fate. He opened the refrigerator and immediately downed a bottle of mineral water to the toilet.
After staying silent for a while to calm down who was still trembling, Dara headed upwards. She was sure her husband was there.
This house is not too big, it should not be difficult to find Chandra unless the man does not leave the house. But where could he possibly go? Because Dara still sees the car and motorcycle parked neatly in the garage.
“Is he in his study?”
But the work space was still a mess because the desk and chair had just arrived this afternoon. Dara did not know exactly how the room was. But come to think of it, most likely Chandra was there because their room was empty.
Tok tok!
“Mas Chan, open, door, Mas! I know you're inside, we need to talk.”
Tok tok!
“I'm just asking for your time for a minute.” Knock it again like that. “Mas Chandra Hotel, plis. Listen to me ...”
Dara leaned her head against the door while repeatedly rubbing her wet eyes. The feeling is very unsettled and almost desperate.
“If you are disappointed, what about me who experienced it myself? I'm being hit by a disaster. Not even you judge me like this. Mas Chandra will never know the truth if Mas Chandra closes himself to listen to my explanation.”
Dara doesn't want to give up. He kept talking because Dara was sure Chandra was listening to him inside.
“That night I did find a letter asking me to exit the building. But when I got outside, I was smothered by an unknown person. After that I don't know anything else. All I know is, I suddenly woke up where Mas Chandra found me.”
Tok to tok.
“Mas Chandra .. plis ...”
Chandra still doesn't open the door until nightfall. Looks like he needs some time to himself.
***
No matter how long Dara slept there, she woke up to hear the door lock being turned. It was clearly heard because the atmosphere was in a very quiet state. But the sky is already bright visible from the glass that has not been covered with gordyn.
In a semi-conscious state, he saw Chandra open the door. But then his step was undone because it blocked his body that was deliberately poor across.
“For Mas Chan,” he said suddenly stood up and poured into his arms. “I'm glad you finally opened the door. I'm waiting for you from last night.”
Chandra keeps her body away from Dara. Dara smiled painfully seeing her husband behave like that.
“Do not look for disease.”
That was all he said then headed straight to their room. In such circumstances Dara put aside her shame. No matter what being said to be stupid. She followed in her husband's footsteps and tried to stop him from being given a chance to talk.
“I'm just afraid you go.” Dara spoke with tears that again flowed without her control.
It turns out that this pain is ignored by loved ones. Dara only knows the taste because their love journey has always been smooth without obstacles.
Chandra always treated herself like a queen. According to all his needs, he would take and pick himself up wherever he went. Then take him to the beautiful places of— and not infrequently he gives surprises or unexpected gifts that make him quickly able to precipitate a feeling; a sense of trust, comfort, protection, security, to the peak of the highest taste, namely love and affection.
It was never thought by him that such a terrible tragedy would occur that managed to make his relationship ruined. But is this just a measure of Chandra's love that he says is more than anything else?
Not wanting to escape again after waiting for her husband from last night, Dara ran quickly and put the body right on the bathroom door. Because Dara was able to estimate where Chandra was headed later after picking up her change of clothes and towels.
“Stop!”
“Soaring, Ra. I want to take a shower,” he said no longer use high tones like last night.
“Plis respond to me, Mas. Listen out! I'm just asking for a minute, FOR A MINUTE! Please take your time.” Dara was forced to use a more assertive tone than usual in order to be accepted in Chandra's ears. “I don't want this problem to drag on. We'll finish it right away. It'll torture both of us.”
“No need to use urate can be ‘kan?” Chandra. “You talked to your husband. Not with street cats.”
“Don't pretentious’an teach me how to behave to a husband. That happens if the husband wants to listen to his wife. While you are not!”
Dara was already beginning to show her annoyance. She admitted that she was not a woman who had the broad patience to accept all kinds of problems that were contrary to her mind. She is not the type of woman who prefers to be quiet after being treated less pleasant.
Dara deliberately sleeps on the hard surface of the floor, refraining from the cold night wind to show his seriousness to address this problem and want to fix it immediately. It's not this kind of attitude and response that Dara wants to see— at all. At least, Chandra showed a little sense of care as a husband who is said to play a role as a protector and in charge.
“Is it just this the size of your love? Just because I'm not a virgin, then you don't want me anymore?” dara asked in a loud voice, to open the eyes of the foolish man in front of her. “No woman wants herself raped, Mas! Unless that woman is crazy!”
A sigh rang out from Chandra's lips before he finally said a long blurb. “Whatever you talk about will never be able to bring back everything that has happened, Dara. Understand it! It is not about virgins or non-virgins. I am disappointed, and to heal it I need a short time. I'm not an angry lunatic for no reason either. I can be said to be crazy if I am not angry with you. I'm like this because of you, because I love you!” chandra is obviously long. There was a pause just before he came back saying, “There has been a lot of time that I have sacrificed waiting for you, anyone must be disappointed if what should be his right was first snatched away by someone else. Not to mention maybe the sap that I will receive from this depraved deed, you understand?”
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Seriate.
