Turning Hell into Heaven
Happy to be empty
Nggggp.
“Gosh! Geez-Neng, why is this Neng?” said the middle-aged woman with a napkin on her shoulder panicked and moved closer to another woman lying on the floor.
“Sorry, excuse me Neng. We sit first yes, slowly, well .. yak, sit first yes Neng.” The middle-aged woman seemed to be trying to carefully fix the position of the woman lying on the floor.
“Aw, ouch Mbok.” The woman named Dara Herlambang who had been sitting there seemed to grimace in pain.
“Apologies Neng” regretted mbok Inem even though he did not know what caused Dara, the employer complained of pain.
“Gosh! Neng's arm is bleeding, ouch, just a second, Neng. Mbok fetchin P3K box first.”
Without waiting for an answer from the employer who turned out to complain about being injured, Mbok Inem, with a panicked look that had not disappeared rushed into the house.
While Dara, while holding the pain in her blood-stained arm, looked at a painting canvas in front of her. In the canvas is painted a portrait of a woman with a grim face sitting alone on the edge of the lake reflecting the appearance of the moon in the dark sky.
“Is our grief equivalent?” There was a cynical smile drawn on Dara's oval face when asked silently at the painting that looks real even though it has not been completed perfectly.
...***...
“Yeay Daddy first dapetin Mommy.” A mature man with a sturdy stature, a handsome face hugging girly and then kissed the cheek of the wife who was arranging several trays containing snacks.
“Dad culang” protests four-year-old girl who can not pronounce the letter 'r' adorable despite being pouting.
“Iya, Dad cheated” after a daughter named Azkia who is two years older than the sister.
“Loh, how cheating?” ask the father with a face as if to frown.
“Dad's already besal, smooth treat the same Adek and sister” bright little girl named Alsava against her father.
“Hahaha, hahaha, hahaaha” the father laughed as he approached the two daughters and brought them together in his carriage.
“Darling, forget about repeat. Now let's mamam” The man feeds the snacks served by the wife to her children who have been sitting cross-legged on the mattress.
“Tomorrow if you want to mam do not need to use the race run again Dad, 'would pity these beautiful girls Mother so tired of chasing Daddy who is already big” Dara, the Wife and Mother of adorable little girls embrace the waist of Lukman, her husband while winking her bright light brown eyes.
“Ready!” lukman replied in a respectful style to let Azkia and Alsava's children out.
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“Neng, Neng, ” voices Mbok Inem disperse daydreams Dara.
“Eh, yes Mbok?” Dara. Just now her mind brought Dara back to one of the moments of togetherness that she had been through with her husband and children right in the beautiful garden in front of her at this time.
“Cock daydreaming? Excuse me, this is the wound mbok medicine first yes,” mbok permission Inem.
“Ya mbok.” Reply Dara flat.
“Still yes, Mbok already want me to add repotin for nine months.” Dara said sincerely though still grimacing withstanding the pain in his left arm which was being treated by Mbok Inem.
“Neng that if you need anything, call the Mbok after all Neng. Nih, Si Neng so luka gini loh,” grumbled Mbok Inem without caring about the previous sentence conveyed by the employer.
“I'm pathetic huh, Mbok? To do small things must be helped by others,” said Dara.
Next came a heavy sigh from Dara who was currently circling her gaze to the backyard of the house in front of her.
Memories similar to his daydreams had returned to pass instantly in Dara's memory.
A moment later he turned to stare at the place where he was sitting at this time, next to a wheelchair with broken glass from a round tabletop following a vase of flowers that seemed scattered around the floor.
Similarly some acrylic paints, have mingled with flakes of glass under the dropped table.
A messy scenery that is far different from the beauty of memories that Dara once had.
Dara, who was not a problem for others, did not want to add to the list of jobs Mbok Inem who was already busy completing household chores by having to help him also for trivial things, I just take the paint off the table.
However, the electric wheelchair control lever did not work. So Dara tried to reach the acrylic paint without being able to change the direction of the wheelchair position that was previously faced with the painting canvas.
And this is what happened, due to loss of balance, at this time he even added to the workload of Mbok Inem who should only serve as ART instead double as a caregiver of disabled people.
Tests.tes.tes
Threads by feathers of tears from the round eyes of the fluffy lentils slowly regularly down Dara's tapered cheeks.
Seeing that, Mbok Inem who was about to start cleaning the glass fragments scattered here and there unconsciously also wiped the corner of his own eyes that gradually began to feel wet.
Mbok Inem who has worked in a classic European style luxury home since Dara was in elementary school until now has a family knows very well how the current employer feels.
Moreover, Dara, her master, had no one to share his grievances and also told her about what happened to her today because she was an only child, she said, the only daughter of her parents who had died when Dara received his final semester education at a university.
All Dara has now, is her little family.
But what to say her husband who is a CEO of a company called ‘Herlambang Company’ during Dara's paralysis is increasingly preoccupied with work affairs.
There remained two of his flesh and blood that were six and four years old respectively.
Where maybe Dara as a mother will show to her baby about the hardship, anxiety, and sadness he feels for his condition that continues to seek treatment everywhere but has not experienced the slightest change in repair.
Precisely even in such conditions, in front of his two daughters Dara always displays a cheerful face, still trying to maximally protect them as before even from a wheelchair.
Often Dara's heart melas when reminded of the question expressed by her eldest daughter, Azkia about the existence of people around Dara's life who never again visit their home.
“What because Mother is paralyzed so that Mother's friends do not want to play with Mother again?” ask Azkia one day.
“Mother do not be sad yes, although no one wants to play with Mother, sister and adek will be the same Mother telus Kok” Alsava, youngest daughter Dara chimed in the question of the eldest Azkia.
The misfortune due to the paralysis that Dara experienced increasingly pain with the fact that friends and relatives who were once engrossed around her now slowly disappear, making Dara feel alienated and even ostracized.
As a result, only tears are also loyal to be friends Dara lara.
...***...
“Tabahlah Neng, stoic Nak, Mbok knows this is heavy for Neng who was previously independent, agile, active motion to and fro but currently-”
Mbok Inem floating sentence. The condition of his employer like now makes Mbok Inem can no longer say anything. Instead of a motivational phrase, he warmly embraced his employer.
Dara's shoulders shook violently. He was unable to stem his tears when he realized his current state of dependence with the help of others was far inversely proportional to his condition before experiencing paralysis.
Is it possible that he can repeat or add more memories for the sake of happy memories with his understanding and loving handsome husband and their two beloved daughters if even for the most personal and sensitive affairs only must rest on Mbok Inem's helping hand.
Preparing breakfast, taking school children, welcoming husbands home to work, chatting with them, exercising, going for walks, gathering with colleagues and relatives.
All that was once Dara Lakoni freely without limitations. Contrary to his activities during this paralysis. Much is spent sitting quietly in a wheelchair lamenting the sadness of his helplessness.
Since he was sentenced to experience paralysis on both feet, the rhythm of household life and social life Dara who was once happy immediately became empty.
