The Love of the Duda

TCSD 49: You Forget One Thing, God!

"Wait!" karta shouted, before the women reached the front porch.

The four women were a little surprised. Their faces look pias. Worried if Karta found out what they had planned.

"I think you're forgetting something!"

Karta took one hundred thousand dollars from a small bag that she always carried with her wherever she went. He stepped his feet to get closer to the wives, still with a face that looked sparkling.

"Use this money to spoil my future wife! Buy her clothes and everything she needs. This is one form of appreciation and one of my attempts to pamper the girl who is willing to be my fourth wife."

Be prepared? Perhaps for the one who heard the old man's words would be blown away. The young girl who was here was not willing to become her fourth wife, rather forced to be willing to become her fourth wife. What a joke that sounds so ear-pounding, Juragan.

Karta handed the money to Nining. He was very confident that Nining could use the money carefully to make Mara happy. Because among these three wives, Nining was the one who seemed to have so much compassion. Therefore, it is not surprising that he can be a patron for his honeymooners.

Karta's intention was to stop their footsteps, instantly making the four women breathe a sigh of relief. In their minds, they may have both assumed that Karta had sniffed the plans they had neatly arranged. But in reality he just wanted to give pocket money to buy all the needs of Mara.

Nining received this money from her husband. "Chess of Kangmas. I will use this money wisely, for Mara's purposes."

Karta nodded her head. "Yes, go. And remember, spoil my future wife."

"Corn Kangmas."

With a feeling of relief and gratitude, the four women began to leave the residence of Karta. Nining clasped Mara's hands tightly, smiling sweetly in front of the girl, as if calling for a gesture that everything would be fine.

Mara's footsteps felt much lighter. He promised himself that he should be able to realize what had been his dreams. That way, he will never disappoint those who indirectly always provide help for him in order to escape the shackles of life that feel so strangling his neck.

***

The car driven by Krisna was speeding through the streets dominated by towering teak trees. The silence created. Only the melodious sound of the vocalist of the domestic band with pop songs that they sing through the audio system in the car of God.

From behind the car glass, the eyes of the God staring giddy streets that he passed through this. The streets that are around every corner remind him of a foreign girl who he had only met for a few days. I don't know what the girl was wearing. In fact, his sudden departure made a lump of flesh that was inside the body of a God feel so hollow. Exceeding the emptiness he felt for the betrayal committed by his ex-wife.

"Wa, are you okay?"

Many times Krishna glanced to the left side, where the Gods sat. He was very worried if the silence of this God actually caused a new problem. Yes, the man was afraid if his boss suddenly caught a demon waiting for teak trees on his left.

The god breathed a rough breath. At a glance, he spewed his temple that was almost dizzy feeling was struck. "I'm doing fine. But why does my heart feel like this? I feel like there's a part of my heart missing."

"You feel a sense of loss for the disappearance of Mara, Wa. But you always try to deny it."

The gods shook slowly. The man seemed to have not realized if he really felt lost over the disappearance of the foreign girl. Until his eyes were fixed on the path on his left side, where the road he had passed with Mara to go to the funeral of the girl's mother.

"Stop for a moment, Chris!"

Krisna stepped on the brake pedal suddenly. "What's wrong?"

"The path is the road to the final resting place of Mara's mother" said Dewa, pointing to the path on her left side.

Krishna slightly scrunched his forehead. "Did you change your mind? We turn around and then look for Mara?"

Knowing no response from God at all, Krishna tried to raise a question again. In the hope of his boss this changed his mind.

"Wa? Hows it? Are we turning around and trying to find Mara?" krisna repeated what she asked.

"Road Kris! I think the girl did have a special relationship with a guy named Pramono. And maybe they've been living together now."

Krisna could only shake her head slowly while giving a rough breath. It really is a futility to give an explanation to someone who is plagued by jealousy. No matter how hard the explanation is, it will never be accepted. He is busy with his own thoughts that seem to look for gaps of justification of what he thinks. Although not necessarily what is in his mind is the right thing.

The man seemed to have forgotten the one thing he had promised above the navel of Mara's mother. He had promised to always protect and protect the girl, but now he chose to leave this city without knowing exactly what was happening to the girl. Until, the car driven by Krisna was moving further away from the path and left only a story that might be for God himself is only a piece of the story has been finished.

***

"Cah ayu, this is a bus that will take you to the city of Bogor. You be careful on the road huh."

After buying Mara a few pieces of clothes, a cell phone, and a small bag, Nining heads to the terminal to take Mara away from the city. And a ticket to the city of Bogor, already in the hands of Mara.

Mara stared at the full extent of the woman almost entering the age of twilight that was before her. Eagerly, he hugged the woman tightly. "Thank you so much for all the good you've given me. I don't know how to thank Mom.."

Mara was crying in Nining's arms. The girl had never expected that she would be reunited with this angel-hearted woman like Nining. Through this almost twilight woman, it turns out she can get her freedom back.

"How do you thank Mom... Be a tough woman Cah ayu, of course to realize all the dreams you have. Where someday, I'll hear a news that this beautiful girl that I'm helping you with has become a great person who has been successful with all her wishful thinking and love."

Lovingly, Nining rubbed Mara's back gently while saying words that she believed could make this beautiful girl more excited.

Mara unraveled her embrace and tried to wipe away the trail of tears drenching her cheeks. "I promise Mom, I promise."

Nining smiled knot. The woman patted Mara's shoulder as if giving spirit to the girl. "Yes already, now quickly get into the bus that will be riding, Cah ayu. And congratulations on your happy days."

"Thank you very much, ma'am. Thanks."

Mara began swinging her legs to enter the bus that would take her to the city of Bogor. He searched the seat number according to what was in the ticket he held, and in seat number 15, the seat he would occupy.

A gaze fixedly stared at the direction where Nining was as the bus he was riding on slowly began to move. The woman almost entered the twilight age waving with a sweet smile that rose on her lips, accompanying Mara's departure. And was answered with the same thing by the girl.

The bus that Mara was riding was getting away from Nining's eyes, until finally the shadow of the large vehicle was completely lost from his sight.

Maybe you never know if all this time, I harbored a form of feeling towards you, Baskara. Even to this day, the feeling is still tidily stored. I realized that I could never get your heart. But for now I am really happy to be able to free your daughter from these shackles. I hope you're always happy, Baskara.

While the young girl who was sitting in one of the passenger seats, looking forward with sharp eyes. Many times he tried to strengthen himself to always be excited about the times to come.

"Mara's spirit! The spirit!"

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