The Sky and the Stars

The Past Is Still Dark

Plaques

Now it's her cheek that's again the target. While the red hue with carved fingers has managed to decorate his white cheeks that marble.

And the woman in front of him increasingly shone with deep hatred. Eyes with beautiful radiant beads that look fiery ready to burn his opponent.

"You_?"

He no longer continued his words. Either the tongue was not able to speak or he was too fed up with everything he would say to the girl.

If humans are basically endowed with a broad heart, unfortunately, this one man has no heart at all. He walked away from the bowed girl and walked towards the two bodyguards who were always faithful waiting for orders from her.

"Take that useless girl into the barn and tie her up with a chain." The order was immediately taken by the two men.

Without looking back at the girl who was being held captive, he left his study as soon as possible.

"What's the news about the damned man?" He asked his secretary who seemed to be waiting for his arrival in a room. A special room for him and some important people in discussing secret matters.

Prissa, the secretary cleared her throat before starting her sentence.

"David Arseno was rushed to the hospital last night!" The first news from Prissa.

Baras seemed to wait for Prissa to say next, "The liver cancer he was suffering from has now spread and attacked other important organs."

"Perhaps his life won't be long." Prissa ended the information.

Laras smiled obliquely at the news. His eyes that are always staring will kill it increasingly looks scary.

"You can't die that fast.you have to see something." Laras murmuring.

"What about non Dara, Mom?" Prissa suddenly asked.

Baras looked back at his secretary. "I've had the bodyguard hold him in the barn."

Prissa seemed a little surprised but soon he might return his attitude.

***

Almost ten o'clock past three nights, the girl was still in that place. He held back all his feelings.

His weak body was getting weaker. His eyes began to twitch. The stomach that had not been filled by anything since noon now felt painful. Ah, Dara would rather die than be tormented like this.

"Father!" ogre.

Her tears are back.

"Mr ... Rara's scared, Pa!"

He whispered in silence and darkness. He was crying and almost giving up.

The wound will carry until the end of his life. The wound will continue to haunt him forever. How to get out of that pain. How he would heal from the wounds that the woman had given him. Dara.

In the dark without that speck of light, Dara suddenly felt someone coming closer to her. Dara's body is getting stiff. He's afraid. But to run he could not. His legs and hands were tied in strong chains.

"Let's eat, Ra!" said the man slowly. The light from his phone illuminated the space a little.

Dara was fixated, she wanted to refuse but she needed the food. The person reached out his hand to feed Dara and was greeted doubtfully by Dara.

"I'm bribing ya! I don't have much time, Ra. I promise to free you from this place."

Dara heard clearly how the word came out of that person. Dara couldn't guess who that person was. Part of his face was covered by a mask, while his head was hidden behind a hoodi.

He still continued to feed Dara, the girl without refusal to accept the bribe.

"Drink?" bargained for.

Dara nodded.

"I have to leave immediately .. You rest!" his orders.

After the departure of someone who did not know his identity was now he returned

***

"Ma, please set me free!"

Dara begged mercifully at the woman in front of her. Unfortunately, the woman did not pay attention at all. The highlight of his eyes still remained sharp as if he was stabbing his daughter's heart cruelly.

"I'm tired, Ma." Dara says softly.

Laras grinned. He walked and squatted in front of Dara who was still tied up. The chain was not only wrapped around his feet and hands but also wrapped around his life.

"You said tired? Even this is just about to start." He spoke at the same time with his hands firmly grasping the two sides of Dara's face.

Different from the adult woman in front of him. Although those eyes were exactly the same beauty that the girl in front of him had, his way of looking at his opponent was always full of intimidation. His eyes were always sharp and hateful. Eyes as beautiful as the moon as if stained by the endless flashes of vengeance, always there, are always real.

The grip he released so violently that he turned Dara's head to the side.

"What does your mom want from me?" ask him to hold back his pill stuffing.

There was no answer he got from his mother. The woman is so mysterious, how many secrets she hides. Dara didn't get that answer. Every time Dara tried to ask her what her mother wanted, she always dodged and left. Just as he was doing at the moment, his steps started to drift away and Dara was only able to see that with a wounded look.

***

"How's the condition?"

Someone in a dark blue shirt suit paired with black material pants, and shiny black pentofel shoes attached beautifully to his feet. The man is now in the ICU-written room of the capital's renowned hospital with a doctor in front of him.

"The chances for him to survive are slim, but just pray that a miracle will come for him." After saying that, the doctor passed. Stay here, looking at someone inside who is still breathing because of the help of the small hoses attached to his body.

"Dav, you've almost paid the price for your mistake!" Ferdi muttering. "But that doesn't mean you can go quietly. There's still work you haven't done, Dav!"

And after saying that, the man walked out of the room.

David Arseno, the man is now on the verge of despair. Maybe his life was just at the ends of the needles stuck in his veins.

Ah, about that poor guy. Almost half of his age he was hiding from guilt. Covered behind the cold bars he never felt worthy to get an apology.

That man was someone full of love. Unfortunately, he was betrayed by the person he loved the most. Then he turned into someone who no longer had a heart. His life was destroyed.

Bad things and even the worst things he does. Until he destroys the life of a girl who has no idea who she is. It is like the incarnation of a creature from the world of darkness who by the bringas preyed on the girl.

In conditions as bad as today, there is one thing that has always been a burden on him. His mistake was not only to ruin the life of one person but also to ruin another's life.

He is the source of that mistake, he should be the only one who deserves to be punished. But the universe seems unsatisfied with punishing only himself, so that someone who is completely innocent must also serve the punishment for the mistakes he made.

A single tear fell from the corner of his eye. The dewy water slowly ran down his line of eyes until it broke between the corners of his ears.

Such was the remorse that burdened him, or the unforgivable sin of his past.

And on the other hand the mature woman with the murderous eyes now her body is shed at the corner of the cold wall. His white skin was increasingly white with cold sweat flooding his forehead to his palms.

"Please let go of me .. let go of me!" He continued to scream pleading as if he was now facing a monster ready to pounce on him.

And then he got up and took something near him. A bassball stick he pointed in front of him.

"Don't come any closer! Or I'll kill you!"

He said it many times. He swung the stick and hit the flower vase. The sound of shards then pulled someone to come and see what was going on inside the room.

Prissa, find the Madam in a state of chaos. The beautiful girl with an emotionless flat face ran to hold the big madam.

"Mom Barrel, calm down!"

He hugged the woman from behind. The barrel that kept rebelling made Prissa a little defeated. The girl tightened her embrace, "Lunas Mother please calm down!"

Patiently Prissa persuaded Laras to calm down, until the woman finally gave up and dropped her bassball baton on the floor.

"Bu Laras is okay, there is me here who will continue to look after Mom," said Prissa softly.

"Now the medicine is taken, Mom!" Prissa thrust a glass of water and some medicine from inside the table drawer.

Baras just complied without saying anything. Prissa is indeed very reliable, the girl somehow came from which part of the world to be an assistant and secretary of a Larasati.

"Does Mom need anything?" Prissa asked when she saw Laras had calmed down enough.

Laras.

Prissa put the glass back on the table. Prissa looked compassionately at the woman who should be the same age as her mother.

"Prissa...!" call her and Prissa's attention is on what the woman will say. "Begging the bodyguards to release the girl!"

Prissa darted out of the room and looked for the whereabouts of the bodyguards. Prissa's eyes caught what he was looking for.

"Hey...You!" Prissa called someone.

With a little impetus the man approached her, "What's wrong with Prissa?"

"Quickly release Dara from the basement." he said.

With a nod of understanding the man stepped up quickly, leaving Prissa who always put on her flat face.

Prissa went back inside to see Baras's mom.

Seriate...