THE BARA OF THE PAST

Self-Esteem Slammed

[O heart be patient. There is nothing you cannot bear if it has been outlined for you to go through. If the meeting is still pseudo, I'm willing to repeat the miss]

Liodra wrote the status on his Instagram. Heart's empty. Losing contact with Ryo who was originally intended to prepare for each other actually became a disaster ahead of the important day.

Is it so difficult to make a marriage that even he himself does not wish grandiose? The marriage she intended to truly start a new life without 'but' is now in danger of failing again. 

"Jeng Dance, how? Any word on Ryo? It's been twenty-four hours since Ryo disappeared."

Dewanti was so worried about the disappearance of the future son-in-law. What happens if this marriage fails again? What should be explained to the guests?

He paced back and forth unwillingly to hold back anxiously in the middle room while asking news of Ryo by phone to his iron candidate.  

"His car has been found where he often hangs out with his friends, Jeng Dewanti. Someone saw Ryo go with a woman. I'm pretty sure Ryo was kidnapped. My husband takes care of everything. I'll let you know if there's any progress."

Lestari mama Rio no less panicked. Her husband is important. It could be that there are business opponents who deliberately want to embarrass their families. 

Dewanti let out a long breath. What is this curse? Was it because of his past sins? After getting word of Ryo disappearing, Dewanti is unable to sleep. He was solemnly praying in the third of the night. One thing he never did all this time.

For the sake of her daughter's happiness, Dewanti was determined to do anything. In the end, the Dewanti began to realize that no hope should be placed on anything other than God. 

"O Allah, if this is a punishment for my past sins, I will bear it. Not my son who has to suffer. He's not guilty. Liodra was already quite grieved over what he had to endure from my sins in the past. I'm the stupid one. Save Ryo my son-in-law. Save us all from this wicked slander of the world, O God." 

Dewanti wailed, wept and pleaded that Liodra's marriage would not fail again. 

***

Devano reads Liodra's Instagram status. Although it had been blocked by Liodra, it was easy for him to create a new account. Sashi delivered some important news last night. Liodra's husband-to-be suddenly disappears. It's not a trivial thing.

Many times Devano slammed his hands against the wall. Today he has an appointment to meet his girlfriend. It felt like he wanted to postpone the meeting, but there were more urgent things to say. 

Devano meets Zara at the restaurant where they often meet. A large and cold steakhouse. There he was free to tell everything.

About the failure of his marriage to Liodra, also about Baskoro Setyadi. Cloudy twitching in the sky accompanies Devano's journey to the restaurant which is located somewhat hidden.

Zara looks beautiful with a yellow long shirt suit and black pants and shiny black high heels shoes. An ivory yellow scarft patterned on his white neck.  He greeted Devano with a warm smile. 

"So Mr Baskoro is your real father? You guys haven't met in years?" ask Zara after Devano is done telling her life story. 

"He may not have known I existed, born into the world." Devano took a deep breath. 

"Dev, I'm concerned. Now what's your plan? I will definitely support you." 

Zara knows Devano is facing a difficult time. The support from him must have strengthened the young man who was now filling his heart.

"I'm going with your papa to meet Baskoro. I want to see his face, see the man who is the cause of all this turmoil. Zara, of course I'm grateful to meet you. If I were to marry Liodra, I might not be here with you. Zara, I want us to get married soon." 

Devano held Zara's hand. The girl just fell silent. He doesn't know what to answer. Devano feels he can be a good husband, but not so soon. 

"I was planning on marrying you before you told me about the house. It's not what you think, Zara." Devano tried to explain.

"Dev, I know for you it's not easy. If this is a proposal, you are really disrespectful and there is no romance at all. Even so I will still say yes. Yes, Devano, I want to marry you."

Zara smiled broadly. Both of his hands tightly clasped his lover's hands. Zara could no longer hide her most beautiful smile. Devano saw that smile. For him the life he lived now just moved from comfortable to comfortable. Now Zara is the final destination. 

Devano looked at Zara deeply before turning to turn his gaze to the side, hiding the glasses that began to close his gaze. The thin mist in his eyes turned into a drizzle. Outside, it's gonna be raining soon. 

***

Time never knows the word backward. Although sometimes Nerwani wants to repeat when he was young. His love for the hotel owner's child does not clap one hand.

The young man who had just graduated from college was working on a project for the renovation of the hotel where Nerwani worked. The sweet girl who stands at the front office is ready to present a smile to any guest who comes. 

"Good day, sir. Can I help you?" his question was friendly to the handsome young man dressed casually.

Jeans and t'shirts that are not included. Leather shoes may be the only expensive looking item stuck to his body. Baskoro's hair style is left a bit shabby at will, far from the neat impression. Behind him two officially dressed men in long shirts and cloth pants followed. 

"I want to look at the condition of this hotel. It looks like there's a lot of damage to be repaired."

"Sorry, have you had an appointment with our manager? Sorry about whose father? Let me call our manager. Please wait a minute."

"Hallo Mas Baskoro! Whoa ... I don't care if I get there."

Nerwani was surprised to see his hotel manager welcome the arrival of the guest. Next he knew it turned out that the young man was the son of the owner of the hotel who had just finished completing the S2 Architecture program in Germany after the dossiers with a desk friend. 

Plain Nerwani, Baskoro who thirsts for warmth plain woman. The two have a secret relationship. Although finally the Baskoro family knows. Baskoro's mother was very angry. The noble woman came to the hotel and hit Nerwani.

"You are just a cheap woman who becomes a momentary thirst quench for Baskoro. Until whenever I won't let you be a thorn. From now on you are not an employee of this hotel anymore. Pack your things and get away from Baskoro. He has been prepared to be the successor to the big family business Hardjono Setyadi. So if anything gets in our way, we'll get rid of it." 

The insults in front of his friends made Nerwani's pride slammed.  He immediately ran to get his things done and left the hotel with tears on his feet.

The sunlight was scorching, but Nerwani paid no heed. The heat of the streets of the capital is still hotter the fire that is burning his chest. Along the way Nerwani curses Baskoro and his family. 

After being fired from the hotel where he worked, Nerwani became unemployed. Baskoro, who was expected to help in difficult situations, never saw him again. 

Baskoro went away like dusk, leaving a matchless darkness. Dropping Nerwani's soul helplessly. Leaving memories that are imprinting. Nerwani hopes that even returning feels free, the destiny of refusing them together. 

The woman who was tired of carrying the burden of home installments and living expenses alone with her mother had no choice but to accept an easy job.

Only by shortcut receiving jobs from the hotel to the hotel Nerwani can survive. Slowly Nerwani collected money from the job of peddling his body. Until he finally met with Papa Marcela. A memory that rotates slowly in the head triggers his brain's reaction. Nerwani shook his head repeatedly. 

Sudarsih came to bring food for Nerwani's lunch. Just then he saw Nerwani stomp her body on the wheelchair while shaking her head.

"Elah! Comehere! Look, your mother can move her body!"