The Story of Dara

CHAPTERS 1. Father's Request

"Brukkkk,"

Dara threw her sling bag so irritatedly onto the mattress, with her hunting roar, accompanied by the swift flow of her tears, soaking her white cheeks immediately dropping her body on the mattress.

Before immersing her beautiful face into the pillow, no longer able to stem the tears that continue to fall, increasingly stunned and roared, due to the destruction of a future.

Dara never thought at all, how could his parents set him up just like that, in modern times like this, make him not want to believe but this is how it is.

He made her sob, as a result of the tightness in his heart that was increasingly open, trying to wipe his tears quickly, several times but in vain.

"Why do you have the same heart as me" he murmured softly, with his lips quivering, still clinging to one of his cheeks on a pillow. "I've just graduated from college, I haven't started a job either" he muttered again, sobbing and stunned.

Back to remembering one of his dreams, to immediately work so that it can be a little happy and proud of both parents, as a form of affection that is so very big and also deep, as well as deep, he should be able to show his success to his father and mother.

But why is it like this now? his own parents who want to be proud of him, but instead seize his dream that he has long arranged and fought for. And what about the gods? the lover she loved so much?

The lover who has accompanied him for the past five years, the lover who is always there at every step and complains, in fighting for the beautiful future he wants to achieve.

Can only scream, hit the pillow so hard, for the sake of being able to vent his deep frustration, again immersed his face into the pillow.

Cclek

The door of the virgin room that opened, but did not take the eyes of the owner who was emotional, looking silent Bu Selfi, could only look at his daughter who was disappointed, "Dara," called Bu Selfi, and called, managed to take his daughter's eyes off.

Staring at Dara's red-eye look that looked so good, hurt her heart.

Returning to swing her steps, to sit on the edge of the bed, along with Dara who was still sobbing, to sit up, to bow her head.

"Mother apologizes," said Bu Selfi, holding a throb in her heart feeling unbearable to see the condition of her daughter.

The more vibrating Dara's lips were unable to make a sound, still crying closed her eyes deep.

"I'm sorry Mom and Dad Ra, forgive us," continued Bu Selfi, join her tears, clutching her daughter's body increasingly sobbing, burrowing her face into her chest, increasingly seething her heart and feelings.

"Help me to stop this matchmaking Mom" asked Dara, shortly after releasing her embrace, trying to beg and beg.

"Daddy's debt is too much to Om Subrata Ra,"

"I'm going to pay that debt Ma'am, I'm going to work hard to be able to pay Dad's debt of gratitude," sounded so emotional, shaking Ms. Selfi's head slowly.

"Money Om Subrata is too much Ra, Om Subrata does not want money from us at all,"

Dara's lips again vibrate, trying to open her mouth but can't, feeling powerless, just throwing away the gaze aggravates the flow of her tears.

Flasbacks

"Become," Call Mr. Herman, sitting on the sofa in the living room, calling his daughter who was swinging a step into the house to approach him. "Sit here Ra, I want to talk to you, Dad,"

Nodding his 22-year-old daughter's head slowly, looking so tired just coming home from a job interview immediately sat opposite her.

Along with the arrival of Bu Selfi who just came out of the house, while carrying two cups of warm tea and also a plate of fried bananas on a tray, immediately sat next to her husband.

"Let's eat Well, Ra, still warm," said Bu Selfi, trying to hide the beating in her heart, feeling so afraid of Dara's reaction after hearing her husband's sentence.

"Mom do it yourself?" asked Dara, while reaching for one of the available fried bananas, to eat it slowly nodded slowly Bu Selfi's head.

"Yes" replied Mrs Selfi.

"Enak" praised Dara, before turning his eyes, hearing Mr. Herman's voice.

"How are you related to God?" ask Mr. Herman.

"Well, there's no problem, Dad" replied Dara, shortly after swallowing a fried banana in her mouth, pointing to one of the warm tea glasses that her mother had brought. "Can I drink, Mom?" ask Dara.

"May, let's drink," quickly replied Bu Selfi, barely able to master his anxiety of throwing a glass of tea in front of his daughter.

"Thank you" said Dara, sipping her warm tea slowly.

"Can I ask you something, Ra?" asked Mr. Herman, looking so hearty nodded his daughter's head slowly.

Creating a thin smile on Mr. Herman's lips, "Not stuff,"

"What?"

"Can you get married?"

Frowning Dara, not understanding where his father was talking. "Married? I haven't worked Well,"

"You can work after you get married,"

"Why did it come to this? there's no reason for me to get married fast Well, I'm the same God also still no plans to get married anytime soon." Dara replied, so relaxed, sipping her warm tea again and choking on her father's words.

"It's not the same as God."

"Uhuk uhuk," Dara coughed, jolted at her father's reply, startling her mother.

"Heart Ra," panicked Bu Selfi.

"Not the same God?" dara asked, preferring to ask for an explanation, putting her cup on the table. "I don't understand," he continued, looking at Mr. Herman who was staying, looking at him deeply.

"Om Subrata wants to propose to you for his son, Erfan," replied Mr. Herman.

Successfully surprised Dara's heart that jolted round his eyes. "Applying? me?" dara asked, with a thump in her heart that arrived just too bad.

"Yes" said Mr. Herman.

Throwing away Dara's gaze, which had been mastered by her heightened sense of insecurity, shook her head slowly.

"Father has accepted Om Subrata's proposal" continued Mr. Herman, with his choked voice, holding back his binding guilt. "You're gonna make a match for Erfan."

"Dad's kidding, right?" dara asked, with her hunting breath, could not and would never believe the new sentence she heard.

"Dad no kidding," sounded weak, managed to lure a clear circle behind Dara's eyelids that had runny.

"Please tell me I'm joking now Mom," said Dara, trying to find a defense from her mother who had been silent before her tears, when he saw the grate on his mother's face that seemed convincing, the seriousness of his father's new sentence he heard.

Immediately throw his gaze down, in order to take a long breath, in order to be able to master the pain in his heart that was never ready to accept reality. "I don't want to break up with God Well, I love God, so I don't want to accept this matchmaking, I don't want to marry Mas Erfan," Dara refused.

Little know Erfan son of Mr. Subrata who several times he saw at home, when the man drove Mr. Subrata to play at his house to just meet and chat with his father.

"You must marry Erfan Ra." Melas Mr. Herman, "Dad please be with you, Dad has too much debt to Om Subrata, I just have to pay him immediately to ease the burden on Dad's shoulders,"

"By marrying me to Erfan? is that what Dad meant?" sahut Dara, with a roar of his hunting breath, "However Father sacrificed me! sacrificing my happiness and future!" dara's loud protest.

"Don't like that Ra, at least give me a chance to explain it" said Bu Selfi.

Mute Dara, trying to regulate her increasingly irregular breathing, making her more emotional.

"Did you remember when Dad went bankrupt? when Dad could barely pay your tuition and your sister's tuition, Om Subrata, who has helped all of us Ra, Om Subrata, who has injected funds for Dad's business, Om Subrata has also helped pay your tuition and tuition fees" said Mr. Herman.

More and more pain in the heart of Dara who was disappointed, back to remember the financial condition of his father who slumped a few years ago.

"Om Subrata also paid for my hospital, paid for my surgery when my father's stomach was hurt, do you remember?" mr. Herman continued, trying to lower the ego in his daughter's heart, wanting her to understand.

"And yesterday, Om Subrata wanted to propose you to his son, do you think, after Om Subrata's kindness to our family, you can reject him Ra? I can't afford to turn him down, Ra,"

Minimize Dara's tears, which silently pursed her lips tightly.

"Maybe the Gods are not your match Ra," said Bu Selfi, further ravaging Dara's heart, "And tomorrow, Om Subrata and Erfan will come here to propose to you, "continued Bu Selfi.

Destroying the hope of Dara who is in love, destroyed the hope of Dara who wants to be happy together with God. Can only be silent, stuck without a sound that does not want to come out due to the pain that is getting worse, can only close his eyes deep, aggravate the flow of tears.

Flashback finished

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