THE BARA OF THE PAST

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For years Ela hugged her own wound. The wound that always made his steps stopped. A wound that never dries even though every day he tries to bandage it. There are wounds that cannot heal on their own. Ela looks for a cure for her wound, until she manages to find a way to heal herself. 

The only way is to make the sower feel the misery he once felt. One by one the vengeance plans of heartache were almost avenged. 

However, the news that Liodra had found Baskoro's address caused him to panic. If they had to meet, the time would not be now. Too soon. Ela is not done with her revenge. 

"Hi Princess, phone night-night." Ela swiped the green 'Answer' script to receive the call. 

"Yes Ela, I just want to ngabarin not be able to go to the boutique anytime soon. There's still some unfinished business."

"Yes, no problem. Everything is good, really. You want to go? Yeah that's good, anyway. I think you need a vacation. If you were you would do the same. Wait for everything to subside first, just enter work with a new mood."

"Okay, I'm trying to reconcile with my heart again."

"Emm Princess, may I give you some advice?"

"By, dong. What's the?"

"I think you should be inactive first from sosmed. All your sosmeds are temporarily closed. And you also do not itch for scrolling the news that is not important."

"Have it?" Liodra's voice weakened.

The last piece of news he read was about his failed marriage. The trash news that made him have to destroy his phone. 

"Gue just doesn't want your struggle to go to waste. All this time you've been trying to move on, and then see the news is not clear, ntar you are down again."

"Okay, thanks for the advice, El. I haven't seen Instagram since. You're right, my tar deactivates while all accounts are sosmed. If there's anything direct call, yes. Oya, I've got a surprise for you and Sashi if I'm ready." 

"Wow, what's that surprise? Don't tell me you've got a new gig."

"Hara .... That's a long way. I love the leaks. It's about our latest collection that will be taking part in the annual fashion exhibition. I have a lot of new plans." 

Ela rolled her eyeballs, while breathing a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it's just about work. Well, apparently Liodra hasn't wanted to tell you about his marriage, as Devano said. Asking that now seems less than appropriate.

"Wow, so you've been picturing all this time?"

"Yes, that's it, deh. Not much, but I am satisfied. I don't know, like there's a part of me that needs to be blown up. And I chose that explosion work. Uh ... hopefully, yes. I'm hustling. Bye Ela." 

"Okay, take care Princess. Bye." 

Ela immediately hung up the phone and rushed to meet Devano. From Liodra's voice just now, the girl was very excited. Eva sits in front of Devano who is still engrossed in seeing her phone.

"Where's Dev? When are you going to Riva's bokapnya house. Uh. .. I mean your fucker too."

Ela took the orange juice in front of her and sipped it like a thirsty person. The tiredest part of a crime planner is that he can't stop until someone has fallen. 

"Tomorrow. Riva won't delay again."

"Aren't you seeing her again?"

In fact, Devano still wants to avoid Liodra. Beyond the tragedy of this failed marriage, the best part is that they do not have to part because there is a blood bond. 

"Each does not mean foreign. Not being together does not mean hate. It's just, there's a universal disapproval."

***

Ela's car entered the fence of her house that was not too big. After closing the gate he immediately entered and found his grandmother knitting in the middle room. 

"Why hasn't Grandma slept? It's been too late. Sleep, Grandma." Ela took her grandmother's hand and kissed her reverence. Sudarsih, his grandmother, stroked his hair. 

"Your mother asked for something but grandma didn't know what she was asking for." Shave opened his glasses.

"Mom's been weird lately. Ever since Ela told me one by one about what happened to Liodra.  Maybe mom's too happy."

"That doesn't look so. According to Grandma, your mother seemed to want to say something. We watched television together. There is a scene of a daughter-in-law being caught stealing her in-laws' necklace, then being evicted. Suddenly your mother cried. Grandma had been with him for years since he had a stroke, only this time did she react like that." 

Sudarsih took a deep breath. His memories revolved around events decades ago. Time was like rolling them through one incident after another in his daughter's life. 

Since the girls only wayangnya part of work to Jakarta, Sudarsih always faced fret. Nerwani was too young at the time. Her beloved daughter was only eighteen years old. He migrated to Jakarta from Kebumen because he was invited by one of their relatives. 

Two months after Nerwani arrived, Sudarsih got word that his daughter was accepted to work in a hotel as a waitress. Of course Sudarsih was happy. Nerwani told me that his job is not too difficult. Every month Nerwani sends money to the village. He collected the money to fix their house. 

The longer the money is sent increases in number. Only, Sudarsih had to make up for it with a deep longing.

In the first year Nerwani can still go home during Eid. The following year, Nerwani said he had to picket at Lebaran. In the years that followed, Nerwani never returned until his father was very ill. 

"Nerwani, the heart of the mother is not broad, nor does it have a beautiful decoration. However, son, there is shade, there as grand as a house of worship. Don't leave your mother alone when you're gone." 

One last message from his father was always ringing in Nerwani's ears. After seven days of his father's death Nerwani invited his mother to live in Jakarta. 

"Mom just come with me to Jakarta. Let me get more work spirit. I'm up for office now, you know, Buk. I was a receptionist at the hotel. The hotel owner was very nice. I'll buy my own house. I can sell from home." 

It was hard for Sudarsih to leave his hometown. However, it was heavier away from her daughter without knowing the news. Finally, Sudarsih decided to come to Jakarta. Their lives in the capital started there. Everything went well until the tragedy happened. 

"Mother, I'm daydreaming. Ela wants to go to mother's room first, grandma immediately enter the room, rest so as not to tired. Grandma, right, still got to take the medicine." 

Ela's voice spread the Sudarsih daydream. 

Ela looked at her mother's tightly shut bedroom door. He got up and opened the door and found his mother as if she were waiting for him. 

"Mommy's not asleep?"

His mother nodded weakly. His eyes suddenly shed tears while muttering something. 

"Mother take it easy, all Ela's taken care of. Liodra can find Baskoro's address, but he won't be able to see him." 

Nerwani's tears were pouring out.

Ella immediately hugged her mother. 

"In a moment we'll see them destroyed. All Baskoro's treatment of the mother will be reciprocated. All the pain you feel will go away. Just be patient for a second. Ela will take what should be ours." 

Nerwani's back shook very hard. She cried on Ela's chest that held her tightly. Both of his hands were stiff and could not be bent. There was one big secret that he was about to tell Ela, but until now it had not been revealed. His face was soaked with tears. Saliva flowed from his mouth, slid past the lips that were not symmetrical in shape anymore, tilted to the left Nerwani looked straight ahead. Will he carry this secret to death?