The Story of Dara

CHAPTERS 10. Hungry at Night

"We have to sign the marriage contract immediately" Erfan said, breaking the silence of the room, still with his gaze straight up averted Dara's gaze.

Who fell silent due to his agitated heart, thinking about how sinful he was, who had dared to play with his sacredness a marriage. But it cannot be denied, there is a feeling of pleasure that resides in the heart because it can still survive with the love that he has with the Gods.

"Yes," he said, closing his eyes deeply, imagining the eyes of his parents who were disappointed, due to divorce and also his new status later as a widow.

And Gods, yes, Gods, what about Gods? does her lover still love her after her widow?

"O Allah.." Dara's mind, completely unable to predict with his future life, provoked the clear outflow behind his eyelids still closed.

"I want to sleep" said Erfan, immediately turned his body, back to sleep sideways against his wife who was still trapped in daydreaming.

"I'm sorry Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, for this wedding game I did. Really, I want to have a normal marriage, I also want to taste the sweetness of marriage, learn to be a good wife, be with a good husband, not a marriage like this, a marriage without legs, not a marriage like this, to make us both paralyzed can not walk to reach the reward of marriage worship due to the marriage you have forced," Dara's mind again, again, can no longer stem the clear water that created her tears.

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The night is getting late, it has passed midnight, right at one in the morning.

It looks Dara is still sleeping soundly, hugging her favorite purple-gloved roll.

Pyarrrrrr

The sound of things falling, waking him up quickly, as a result of his surprise immediately shook his head slowly looking for awareness.

"What's that sound?" he murmured slowly, still twitching his head that felt dizzy circulating his gaze.

"Mas Erfan? Where's Mas Erfan?" muttering again, looking for the whereabouts of her husband who was no longer beside her confused her.

"Don't you?" dara added, again remembering the sound of broken goods that woke her up, immediately came down from her bed to check the situation outside the house while looking for her husband's whereabouts.

While in the kitchen, Erfan, seen, was picking up a plate that was accidentally broken on the floor, before jolting, aware of the whereabouts of Father and also Mother-in-law who came out of the room approached him.

“Sorry Well, Mom, I accidentally dropped the plate,“ Erfan said, with his unpleasant feelings disturbing his sleep in-laws

“Ngak papa Nak, here let the mother who cleaned the broken plate,“ replied Bu Selfi was about to swing his steps, before being silent to the subtle rejection of his daughter-in-law.

“Don't Mom, don't do it, let me, I can do it" Erfan refused, just before turning his eyes to look at his wife who had been standing watching him.

"Same mother Daddy just rest," continued Erfan, still squatting on the floor nodding his head in-laws.

"Help your husband Ra," said Bu Selfi, to his silent daughter who never moved.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Dara.

"Dad to rest, Fan?" sahut Herman's.

"Yes, well" answered Erfan, again picking up the shards of shard on the floor, not paying attention to the departure of his two in-laws into the room.

“Hemm, what are you doing?" sewot Erfan's.

"Help you," answered Dara, not stopping her hand from holding the glass shard to help her husband.

“Not need Ra! do not bother, I can be alone,“ replied Erfan, brushed off his wife's hand surprised Dara and...

“Ahhhh,“ Erfan groans, as a result of his finger being scratched by a broken plate that his wife carried waving her hand quickly.

“Hah” screeched Erfan upset, immediately stood up from his seat, about to sit on the dining table chair withstanding the pain on his index finger.

“Makanya Mas do not be arrogant, if anyone wants to help it, just say thank you, not even angry,“ Dara scolding while standing up from his seat, he said, before swinging his step was about to find the existence of a p3k box neatly stored in the closet drawer in the middle room.

"Damn!" ogatt Erfan.

"Here let me treat the wound" said Dara, shortly after finding the plaster in the p3k box, already standing in front of Erfan.

Who sighed, hiding his injured finger, did not want to be helped by his wife's hand.

“Hisssss," grunted Dara irritatedly, immediately grabbing Erfan's hand to paste the plaster on his wound.

“Can't do Mas appreciate me a little, don't be stubborn,“ Dara's nagging makes Erfan look up and look at him annoyed.

“Mas Erfan just sit here, I will prepare the food,” said Dara passed.

Dara took satay and lontong that her mother deliberately kept in the refrigerator for Erfan if in the middle of the night her husband was hungry.

After finishing warming satay and lontong, Dara again walked to Erfan. He chopped the lontong to put in the dish, while for satay Dara put it on a small plate with chili next to it.

“This Mas, eat first,“ said Dara put food in front of Erfan.

“Mas Erfan want to drink what?”

“Air white.“

Dara immediately took a glass of water for Erfan and placed it on the dining table, after feeling the need to eat Erfan was finished, Dara immediately cleaned the broken dishes on the floor.

"I'm staying in my room, huh?" said Dara after throwing the broken dishes into the trash.

Erfan just nodded his head slowly to answer Dara's words.

Dara sighed softly before stepping away leaving Erfan who was eating at the dining table.

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