Turning Hell into Heaven

The wound is not bleeding

Dara blinked her eyes after feeling a pat on her right hand.

“Eh, Dad has gone home” rhetorically Dara on the handsome guy in front of him. Lukman, Dara's husband.

Lukman changed Dara's position from lying down to sitting after previously receiving a signal from Dara who asked to be lifted through both hands that he stretched facing Lukman.

“Mother, someone wants Daddy to takein”, Lukman said seriously.

“What's Y? Samein aja!” Dara responded while developing her thin lips, commenting on the sweet smile.

“Dad is married again. His marriage lasted four months, Dad had just told Mother now because of a lot of business in the office."

Deg.

Dara could not believe it but why did her heart rumble so hard, perhaps because of the word ‘lag’ from her husband earlier?

“Daddy berkanya not funny” tone of voice Dara arranged as calm as possible, while his hands are made busy leaving long hair black with his fingers taut. It was merely to cover up the worry that began to ambush him.

“Daddy seriously.” There is a firmness in the tone and look of Lukman's face.

Lukman sighed, looking closely at the face of the twelve-year-old woman who had been with him building a household far from the tempest, happy knitting, a dream part of many people. He held Dara's hands and said,

“Daddy is concerned about the condition of Mother who is disabled but please be a sholeha wife. Understand that as a man, you need the presence of the figure of the wife as a whole for the perfect faith of the Father. Namely this mother honey can be a mother for our daughters as well as a friend for Mother.”

Dara would raise her voice but her husband had moved out of the room and then returned to their room with someone.

...***...

“Ki - ki?” Dara's surprise to see the figure that was fondly held by her husband made Dara's voice as if stuck in the throat.

“Yes pity .. pity you, brother, must be tortured once can not go anywhere and do anything with his own feet. Kiki is sorry Kak”

The narrative that sounded like a mockery wrapped in sympathy was perfect with a smile spread wide decorated with dimples belonging to Kiki.

“This is Kiki, Dad's second wife. May Mommy and Kiki get along,” said Lukman who sat down in front of the bed that was occupied by Dara earlier now, there is Kiki in front of him.

“God willing Dad, we will get along and equally happy Dad, yes 'kan Kak?” ask Kiki while alternately staring at Lukman then look at Dara with a gaze as if asking for approval for his statement earlier.

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“Kiki, I'd like to talk to my husband and I'll talk to Dara.

“I mean, our husband huh Kak?”

The question Kiki asked was either an innocent or cruel question. Dara still does not know the certainty of the answer.

“What's Mother? Just tell me directly. Father does not want to apply dzalim, however Kiki is also the wife of Father so she is also entitled to know the contents of the conversation her husband.”

‘’Ohhh Lord!” Dara shouted without a voice in her heart.

“What is going on God?” the face of Dara who is only able to talk with her own mind can not be described how and imply what.

“Honey, no problem, you guys just talk to each other first. Anywhere Kak Dara will only know about our relationship so naturally it still takes time to get used to talking three,”

Kiki smiled as she nodded her pointy chin towards Lukman as if persuading Lukman to agree with Dara's previous request.

...***...

“Why should Kiki?” Dara asked as she wiped her tears which instantly smoothly flowed a moment after Kiki left the two of them alone.

“Mother, previously I have explained that I believe Kiki is the right person to be a mother for our daughters and a friend for Bunda”

Now Lukman has been sitting on the bed facing each other with Dara.

“Although paralyzed, I'm still alive Mas! Azkia and Alsava, our daughters, they don't need another mother other than me, their birth mother! And I don't need a friend other than my own husband!”

Dara's voice in between her sobs began to rise even the word ‘Dad’ as a call of affection between the two of them he missed.

“And again, is your work much more important than conveying this from the beginning? So after three months with him you just told me! Or maybe because you realize that your actions are not right so you just get to me now, yes?” cecar Dara again.

“You know for yourself how close my relationship with Kiki has been these few years, right, Mas but you instead made her my honey even without my knowledge and permission first. You have heart, you have heart. You're ruthless!”

Now Dara's crying is getting worse. There was anger, disappointment and sadness in his tears.

Lukman standing.

“Without, no arguing! I'm not asking you to discuss let alone compromise. I reiterate that from the beginning I only convey without the need for approval especially rejection. After all, you should be aware of your current condition regardless of who and how I convey this marriage. There is nothing wrong, our religion does not prohibit polygamy anymore because of a disabled wife. You remember that! If you can't accept our relationship then I hope you're self-aware. You just tell me when I want to divorce!”

Lukman spoke out loud and steady without the slightest look at the flabbergasted Dara not believing the language that came out of Lukman's mouth.

Silent.

Dara is seen pressing on her forehead, then leaning her head against the bed, twirling the wedding ring embedded in her ring finger while looking carefully at Lukman who is behind her facing the bedroom window.

Dara rubbed rough circles of tears that seemed not to stop coming out. He then took a deep breath, a few moments later exhaled slowly and long.he held tightly to the bed sheet on his bed,

Dara spoke while holding back the desperately crying she was weirs, with a forced voice sounding stern.

Clamps.

Room door closed.

Lukman left without a word, leaving the grieving Dara to endure the agonizing pain of his soul.

Spill the tears of Dara with a roaring cry.

In her tears, Dara pinned laughter considering her husband's attitude that due to the declaration of the presence of a new person in their household life, her eyes immediately blinded. Can't see the wound on Dara's arm.

The obvious thing just like that no husband cares how else with the wound lodged in Dara's heart, which pain felt even without a drop of blood.

Deterred and devastated all forms of hope and dreams Dara of a happy household life with a husband who keeps every sweet promise in the sacred pledge of their first marriage.

The shadow of the happiness of her marriage first and the reality that happened just now made Dara understand the meaning of the word, 'Bloodless wound'.

...***...

1 month passed

“Neng Alsava, this kukuruyuk fry his” voice Pak Saleh, driver Dara.

Mr. Saleh from the car window handed me a box containing his favorite fried chicken Alsava, Dara's youngest daughter.

“Makasih Pak” Dara replied, as if representing Alsava. Because Alsava despite receiving quickly the box containing fried chicken but just silence with a frown that is clearly drawn on his father's face.

“Iya deck Alsava. We go Buk?” ask Mr. Saleh to Dara.

“Iya Pak.” Dara replied while nodding and then turned to look at Alsava who was sitting in the passenger seat next to him.

“Ih the fragrance is already delicious, where the chicken is usually big-gede 'kan yes, it must be very good this Deck. Not in vain Pak Saleh long queue to buyin kukuruyuk fried Adek's favorite. Ayok Adek eat first, Mother bribe ya” Dara slowly persuaded Alsava who had one week lost his appetite.

“Message of Mother. Adek wants bribed Dad.” The usually carefree boy stared out the window as he continued to hold the box filled with fried chicken.

‘'See Mas. Is this what you mean fair? It's been a month since you took your kids. Sorry Mas, I like not to want to be unwilling Umm you must know this you do. I cannot see the children grieving, daily asking and waiting for your return. How happy are you with your new wife Kiki so that the heart escapes affection for our children?” the inner monologue of Dara.

“Dad!” yelled Alsava running into a minimalist style house.

The little girl was convinced her father was inside the house because Alsava saw his father's car parked in the courtyard of his middle home (the Arabic grandmother's call) along with several other cars recognized by the family Tare.

“Where's Neng? I think Mr. Lukman is here” raanya mbok Inem while slowly pushing the wheelchair occupied Dara.

“Lanjut aja mbok, let mas Lukman can directly explain himself to Ummi and his brothers” replied Dara.

“Maa shaa Allah Kak Dara, why didn't you say you wanted to come here? 'Can Kiki pick up Kak”

Dara was flabbergasted to hear that familiar voice.

‘Why is he here?’ Not yet Dara neutralizes the startled mimic from her face, Kiki has grabbed Dara's right hand and then experienced it complete with a kiss landed on Dara's right and left cheek.

Dara who was confused, resignedly accepted Kiki's warm attitude.

“Honey, Dara has a driver. He can't trouble you either. Remember, our son in your stomach is honey”

Jederrrr

Like lightning in broad daylight. Dara was surprised to hear Lukman's words just now. Not because of the matter of Kiki's pregnancy but because Lukman who spoke as if he was not aware of the presence of Alsava.

However, it is not yet time for their children to learn of their father's second marriage, especially Alsava, who is four years old.

“Ummi, can Dara talk to Ummi?” pinta Dara on ummi Rita, the in-law.

...***...

Dara tears that almost dripped on the forehead of Alsava with the tip of the hijab he was wearing and caressed the hand of the princess who fell asleep in her lap.

‘'Grow healthy and happy son. My dear, forgive Mother can not keep your heart from feeling hurt''

Tears returned to accompany Dara who spoke for her son through her own heart.

‘'Mas, what a great love you have for Kiki to the extent that you gave him a dowry of a house in an elite area. While buying your son's favorite fried chicken is not done" Dara was disappointed.

The conversation a few moments ago with the in-laws who had been treated like their own birth mother was ringing in his ears.

“Because, Ummi is sure that you understand the situation ... So--- there is nothing Ummi can say other than, live by getting along with your honey, you know, if Kiki alone can make himself accepted and loved by Ummi, your brother and sister-in-law, it is impossible that you also cannot, show the proper attitude of a good old wife, he said, starting by attending their wedding reception at home so the wedding dowry in the complex ‘intan land', invite Azkia and Alsava, however gradually they will know about Kiki”

That's what the woman who Dara had considered and treated like her own mother.

It wasn't just her words that made Dara cry without a sound. But also the fact that Ummi Rita, has already known the polygamy that Lukman did even with his other children support him which makes Dara's heart like hit by a godam, crumpled.

"What is the family bond that we have been knitting for so long?" inner cry of Dara.