The Forbidden Love of Dara
#102. Hastings of Reprimand
Irvan hurriedly walked from the front porch to her room, quickly blocked the phone lying on the desk and opened the screen.
On his face it is very clear that he was worried about the possibility that occurred after hearing the story from the Mamang earlier.
With his heart starting to pound, Irvan began to open the notification of several incoming messages and emails.
But within seconds, his anxious expression turned stiff after he finished opening all the notifications.
Not knowing why, he felt a little disappointed because once there was no message related to Dara, he said, but on the other side of his heart there was also a feeling of pleasure and relief because he had not gotten the news he was worried about earlier.
While still scrolling the message of the last message in, suddenly his thumb stopped scrolling the screen just above a name. He was immediately stunned because he suddenly recalled the words of someone who had just said a rude word to him two days ago.
"Don't Roy really get angry and he really won't call me anymore?" he mumbled asking himself.
Then there was a suspicion in his sensitive mind because
since that morning, Irvan had left the phone in the office for a full day, which made him not know at all if there were many messages and incoming calls from Roy had been missed, finally since then until now Irvan has not dared to contact his best friend who is in Germany.
Not because Irvan did not want to call back or just comment on his message, but the time was too late to reply and discuss the problem, so Irvan preferred to be quiet.
Irvan's silence at this time, because he is very familiar with the nature of Roy who most do not like to wait and delay, so he also knows that at this time Roy must have been very disappointed in him, he said, but he did not expect that Roy's disappointment could be up to days like this that has not given him any more news.
"Hhuuuufft. (sighs).
I'll call him later if you think his emotions have subsided. If it's free now, he won't want to hear whatever my reasons are!" said memelas.
Irvan had intended to contact and apologize for the incident at that time which had made Roy misunderstand him. Yes, the misunderstanding between them is indeed very clear!
"If he is really angry with me, is it possible until whatever happens to Dara he still does not want to tell me?" his mind immediately returned worried.
"Aah, no no! surely nothing happened to Dara, I can't think of the strange thing about the girl anymore, I'm sure that right now he must be in good shape and happy with Arga!" whispered in his lips trying to brush off his negative thoughts just now.
"I hope that the feeling that is no longer calm in my heart right now is just another feeling that is actually being rasain..yeah, I am really missing him, and will always miss him...!" deep down in his heart trying to shake off his anxiety.
Not knowing why his eyes were eager to look at the clock on the desk, then in his mind he calculated the time difference between Bandung and the time in Germany today,
"Now it's only half-seven in the afternoon there!" he said while still staring at the clock. Then accidentally and without realizing it know his mother touched the Roy number which at that time also directly connected the call, CLICK!
Tuuut...
"DORCH!!"
He was shocked because he realized that he had accidentally pressed Roy's number, and because he was too shocked that he threw his cellphone on the mattress. Shueyoung... YO!!
Tuuu... The voice of the connection is still heard, then, CLICK!
"Hallo?. " has been heard the voice of Roy who has picked up the phone accidentally.
GREEKS!
Forced Irvanpun to take back his phone and start talking to Roy because he was afraid his best friend was even more angry if he immediately disconnected,
"Dee, Roy..How are you?" ask him base
"Why?" roy asked briefly and curtly
"Mm... Are you still angry? i, apologize for what happened that day I was......"
"That's the van you don't have to talk stale! I've warned you several times that the name of the nyesel must have come later, but you what?
Today you just called me back after a few days ago Dara kumat! meanwhat? do you just want to ask your sister's news is there no (dead) what yet, Hah?!!" roy's harsh words abort all his pride and confidence so far.
"I don't like Van the same people who always say sorry after he's warned! So from now on it's up to you, I'll take on my role as Dara's new foster sister even if my blood can't save her life, but at least I'll be there whenever she needs the attention of an older sister. Because for me, the most important thing is to save him not to jealousy him! It's already ya." CLICK.
At least Roy does not give Irvan a chance to explain, which makes Irvan so mired because of it.
With a feeling of pain in the heart after hearing the words of his best friend just now, Irvan again put his cellphone on the table and then sat on the bed while daydreaming.
Stumping feelings of anxiety and sadness makes his body weak without energy. Fatigue and sleepiness began to fall. Although the shadow of Dara and the sound of her calling continued to ring haunting, but her drowsiness now allowed her soul to resign and drown in the shadow of her girl.
In the morning, Irvan was still very sleepy, turning off the alarm on her phone without looking at the screen.
With a flurry of staggering he walked to the bathroom to immediately prepare himself to start the activity as usual.
Not until twenty minutes he was tidy and fragrant with his favorite perfume that is the same as Dara perfume.
"Then it's past seven o'clock, like breakfast in the office!" murmured while packing office tools that are still scattered on the work desk.
Zrrr... Zrr....
Shakes the phone that is displayed in Indra's photo.
"What's this morning calling? Click, Hello Dra?"
"Van you have opened the vidio that I sent dawn earlier yet?! the duration of the vidionya is too short, and the face is also less clear, and just as I want to check the truth once the source account has been blocked, so I can not get the exact information, at all, but because I was suspicious so I immediately save it and I sent it to you because the vidio only had to circulate a few minutes and now it has been removed all the public, but I hope it's not him....."
"Wait wait! I don't understand what you mean, speaking of it really?!" lamented Irvan cut Indra's story that sounded nyerocos to make his head dizzy because it was lack of sleep
"Suduuh, mending you see it first, I also do not dare to mention because I am afraid it is wrong and I hope it is wrong! I want to go home first, last night I entered the night shift because!" said Indra who spoke in a hurry and without any clarity of the meaning of the story, and knew he had hung up the phone without saying any greetings made Irvan become confused himself.
"What the hell is Indra tuh? by the way is not very clear! Vidio's? vidio what the fuck is he talking about, huh!" dumel Irvan because he felt Indra was just wasting his time which was almost too late to go to the office. But out of curiosity, he also still opened the vidio that Indra meant earlier.
Vidio, which only lasted no more than five seconds, but was clearly visible among the crowd of women dressed in glamour, there was a teenage girl whose face was blocked by others, but it is clear enough for Irvan even though he only saw the shape of the body and the location of the incident.
The location is very familiar that Irvan had visited several times and even stopped in his last night before returning to Indonesia.
Similarly, with the girl who was being cremated by many people, it is very clear that the clothes she was wearing were drenched with high heels on her feet, the tiny body of course Irvan was very sorry for who she was.
Immediately, Irvan's eyebrows furrowed with both eyeballs vibrating.
oops! one hand shut its mouth which became flabbergasted as it twisted the short vidio.
But do not know what is in his mind at this time, suddenly he just immediately deactivated the phone and then went out of his room.
And now the time in Germany is still showing at twelve o'clock at night where the atmosphere of the streets in Berlin has begun to quiet, as well as the atmosphere inside the Charite hospital where Dara was referred from Singapore at that time.
In a closed room, Arga who from this afternoon faithfully waited for Dara Siuman, his lips did not stop offering do'a and praise of gratitude. On the other hand, he also felt that God was still sending angels to the girl in front of him.
Well, fortunately at that time his papa had seen Dara who had just drowned then quickly saved him, and also thanks to the swiftness of Paula who gave first aid, first aid, finally, now there is nothing serious about Dara, but the emotions of her papah sitting outside have overflowing ready to erupt.
Kltek.. Kltek...
The sound of footsteps from the women's shoes slowly approached the chair where Arga's father was sitting.
"Would you like to come here?" ask the man whose face is down to Arga.
"Sa, sasaya.a.."
"Tomorrow morning you must have returned to America, lest the daylight I still see you here. Do you know the consequences?!" threaten him without looking at the slightest bit of womanhood.
"Ta, but reward? wrong mama what? The virgin will be splashing itself!" his young wife defended herself.
Hearing the rebuttal, Arga's father who was already very shocked and emotion immediately stood up, then turned his head while looking intently at the clever woman who had a tongue-licking.
"You ask what's your fault?" tanyanya while walking slowly began to approach. Krteg!!
In an instant, the woman began to get nervous until she broke out in cold sweat when she heard her husband's teeth grinding like he was gathering energy before doing something.
"Well, ppah....?" The woman's eyes grinned in horror as she saw her husband's hands begin to lift high, and at that moment she closed her eyes preparing to receive the pain.
"MY FATHER!!" call Arga who arrived suddenly appeared from behind the door then quickly ran and immediately caught his papa hand that had been swung.
"Papah calm down first pah, don't play hands!" reproofing.
