The Story of Dara

CHAPTER 3. Proposal

Sunday at Dara's.

The clock has shown at nine in the morning, it looks like the preparation of the application is finished, just waiting for the person who proposed to come.

On the living room table there are many foods that are neatly arranged, there are pastels, lempers, sponge cake, spongecake, onde-onde each of which is arranged on a small plate.

Bu Selfi also made red guava juice that he had placed in a clear teapot with a glass that lay neatly on the tray, while on the dining table there was fried chicken, fried catfish, fried, mujair goreng with sambal and lalapannya.

Dara was ready with an appearance that made her look really beautiful.

Wearing a knee-length long-sleeved dress with a very snug cut on her slim body really makes her look perfect.

Black hair that was waist-length was allowed to decompose with a small ribbon of old pink rose models in line with the clothes he was wearing, he was wearing above the right ear.

As for the makeup Dara only wear lipstick lip color, eyebrows are clarified a little because the eyebrows are already thick. Dara also applied pink eye shadow in her eyelids and black eye liner to sharpen her beautiful eyes.

Dara sat languidly on the edge of the bed, staring blankly ahead with tears that could no longer come out because she had been crying all day since the conversation with her father.

Drrrt drrrt shakes Dara's phone on the dresser breaking her daydream, making her turn to the source of the sound, which is,

"God," said Dara Lirih when he saw the name of the God on his cellphone screen, making his tears flow considering the betrayal he is doing now.

“Halo,“ replied Dara in a hoarse voice trying to wipe away her flowing tears.

“Why you, baby? You cry?“ asked the God from inside his phone, making Dara's tears increasingly fall wet his white cheeks that he had made up.

“No papa Wa..I just miss you,“ replied Dara begged with her voice increasingly raucous.

There was the laughter of God when he heard the words of his girlfriend, "You are funny, cook kangen aja until so cry, already yes cup cup cup, I miss you too, I miss you, sorry I haven't been able to meet you because there are many jobs outside the city,“ said Dewa.

“He’em,“ replied Dara nodded her head slowly although it would not be seen with her lover.

“Next week I go home, I will go straight to your house huh?"

“Don't go to Wa's house, we meet at our subscription cafe only," replied Dara quickly.

Dara does not want to cause problems with both parents because God plays at home, because his mother's father knows he must break up with God after this proposal takes place.

“Oke, your request I accept,“ said Dewa laughing with full pressure.

“Ya I have closed first yes, there are still many jobs, you do not eat late, if you want to go anywhere must be careful and most importantly do not forget to continue to love me,“ he continued.

“Iya.. You also yes Wa.“.

“Iya, I love you Darling,” replied the Lord before severing his call.

Dara's cry grew increasingly obnoxious, with Dara's head bowing tightly to her phone and clutching it into her chest that felt tight.

"I love you too Wa, I also love you very and very much, I'm sorry Wa forgive me," Dara muttered softly in her tears.

Outside Dara's house at exactly ten o'clock in the morning, Erfan's car entered the fence of Mr. Herman's house, the black Pajero car was parked on the terrace next to a fish pond decorated with rose plants that look very beautiful and neat.

Dara's favorite roses, from white, red, pink, yellow roses are all in her yard.

Mr. Subrata hugged Mr. Herman, then shook hands with Ms. Selfi, Dara's mother. Erfan kissed the hand of his future father-in-law as a sign of respect.

Erfan came up with a short-sleeved navy shirt and black pants, combined with shiny black pantofel shoes, with a very neat hairdo that adds to his good looks.

“Come please come in,“ said Bu Selfi with a smile to invite candidates and prospective daughters-in-law into the house.

Mr. Subrata and Erfan immediately stepped their feet into the house, following in the footsteps of Mr. Herman who had walked in front of him, and followed by Bu Selfi who walked behind them.

Erfan sat on the long sofa next to Mr. Subrata, while Mr. Herman sat on a short sofa opposite Mr. Subrata.

“For a while yes I call Dara first,“ say goodbye Bu Selfi is still standing and immediately step foot into Dara's room.

In the room, Dara was still sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering her head to make her hair dangle down to cover the side of her face, still slightly stunned in her tears.

Tok tok tok the sound of knocking on the door managed to raise Dara's head to look towards the sound.

After the door opened, Bu Selfi was seen from behind the door with a shocked look on her face when she saw the appearance of her eldest child.

Ms. Selfi immediately stepped up to approach Dara, took a deep breath and exhaled her slowly before taking the comb that was on her daughter's dressing table.

“Mother and I apologize for making you suffer Nak,“ said Bu Selfi with a vibrating voice holding back her cries, trying to help Dara tidy up her hair with a comb she held.

"Your future husband has come" he said again still combing his son's hair.

Dara was just silent, her tongue felt like a hoax to make herself unable to make a sound.

After tidying up Dara's hair and reattaching the rose ribbon in her son's hair, Bu Selfi stroked Dara's cheeks gently before covering the cheeks of her eldest son who was hurting her squeeze .“We can cancel it now, I'll talk to you. For business with Om Subrata let later Mother the same Father who bear it.” Continue Bu Selfi with a smile on his lips.

"Don't Mom," said Dara Lirih holding the hand of Bu Selfi who was about to step out of the room.

Dara immediately stood up to her mother, shaking her head slowly looking at the woman who always understood her feelings, “Don't Mom, I don't want to make Dad the same Mom embarrassed.“

“Better Daddy same Mother shy Nak than see you suffer like this,” replied gently Bu Selfi rubbed the rest of the tears on his son's cheeks.

“I'd rather suffer Mom, than have to make Mom the same Dad embarrassed,“ said Dara Parau, her tears back dripping. Cuddling Bu Selfi tightly trying to decipher the tight feeling that there is in his heart, to relieve his heart that feels heavy.

"Thank you son, you are a good boy, forgive the selfishness of Daddy and Mom" said Bu Selfi returned Dara's embrace.

“Mom wait a minute yes, I want to tidy up makeup first,“ said Dara after releasing her embrace

Bu Selfi nodded his head slowly, smiling faintly at the child he loved was tidying up makeup.

"I'm sorry, Mother Ra," said Bu Selfi in his heart made his heart feel tight.

“Ayo Bu we are out,“ said Dara after tidying up the makeup on her face.

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