Turning Hell into Heaven

21. Post-immediate vacation

Dara's car has been parked perfectly in the front yard of his spacious house right next to the black luxury car that Dara knows his ownership.

"Dad..." Shouted Alsava who immediately ran to meet the Father shortly after being dropped from the sling by Rani.

It was the voice of the car owner that Dara recognized. At once the man called Father by his children.

Men who for many months were indifferent to Dara and their children. Men who since had a young wife have never fulfilled their inner birth living for the first wife and their children. It was Lukman.

Alsava is already in the lap of Lukman who is sitting on a chair located on the front porch of the house. After smelling the princess' cheek, Lukman stood up without taking off the youngest girl in his carry.

There was another in Lukman's eyes. Similarly, the highlight of his face that looks stiff even close to sinister.

"Great. Justjust wonderful. It is clear that the defect is not just silent at home focus on child care but even wandering is not bad"

All who were there were stunned to hear the sarcastic language of a husband who was destined for the Wife.

"You people! Men have no self-respect, right? go bring a man's wife without complete permission with his children anyway. Ah do not be sure you guys are the category of men who matre kere so deliberately use disabled women to finance your trip!"

Lukman railed with a rebuke as he stepped closer to Radit and the Angga doctor who stood side by side behind Dara.

Before returning home each Radit and Doctor Angga did deliberately stop by first at Dara's house. Intended to make sure Dara, the children, mbok Inem and Rani get home safely as a form of appreciation as fellow friends. Who would have thought even welcomed with hateful accusations from Lukman.

"Become! As a Mom, aren't you ashamed of your children traveling without a husband's permission with a foreign man? I shouldn't trust my children with a dishonorable woman like you!" Maki Lukman pointing at Dara's face.

Alsava who in Lukman's arms wept struggling to be dropped but without feeling no Lukman ignored.

Dara was all her might holding the water dam in her eyes so as not to melt greeting her two cheeks. Lukman cannot see the tears that come out of his eyes are the cries of pain from the wounds of a wife who was treated arbitrarily.

"Stop Mas! and put Alsava down. We're talking all right" insisted Dara.

"Hahahaha" Lukman laughed cynically.

"Talk well? there's nothing I want to talk about with a lowly woman like you!" Lukman is back.

"Originally you know Dara, I waited for almost an hour without any clarity here just to meet my children and then you want me to just part with them? uh huh? no Dara. I won't!"

Lukman was getting closer to Alsava who in his arms regardless of how the little girl thrashed to be put down with a cry that had become increasingly so.

"Secondent mas! your attitude is hurting Alsava. I didn't tell you to separate from the kids. But look at your attitude this makes the kids scared. Please be with the children after you relieve your emotions that are not because of it" Pinta Dara while holding back emotions.

"You must be aware! which unemotional husband sees his wife going off without saying goodbye with a foreign man whose origins are unclear as well. If anything happens how huh? Have you forgotten that you are flawed! you won't be able to do anything if something bad happens to my children!"

"here. Bring him here!"

Lusi tried to release Alsava who was still crying from Lukman's sling. While the Sultan, her husband helped Lusi's business by holding both of Lukman's shoulders from behind.

"Bok inem, Rani bring the kids inside!" Decree Dara.

Mbok Inem who holds Faatir, son of Lusi and the Sultan was convinced to take Azkia, Dara's eldest daughter. Rani quickly receives Alsava from Lusi's sling. They rush into the house leaving the situation to heat up which will adversely affect the development of children.

"You're also Lusi. As a friend instead of reminding and supervising Dara's actions but instead participating with his madness" Lukman now attacks Lusi.

Luci is approaching Lukman. With a ruffled waist and a docked face he looked at it with a sharp look at Lukman's face then said, saying,

"Bergumul with a lowly woman like Kiki makes the authenticity of your character look yes Mas. You should listen to every sentence you say, typical like an uneducated person. Not shameless!"

Dara moves the lever in her wheelchair, moves forward towards Lusi and then takes Lusi by the hand. So they stepped back some distance from the front of Lukman.

"You see this, Mum!" Dara shows her phone screen towards Lukman.

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"Didn't you get the message I sent, did you? even though you have clearly been negligent with your every duty as a Husband and a Father but I, have never violated the proper daily rules of a Wife" Tukas Dara.

Deg.

Something felt pulsating in Lukman's heart. Telak, Dara's innuendo blasphemes her feelings.

Lukman grabbed the phone that Dara faced him with. It scrolls the display of the short message application on the WA social media. Lukman's facial features revealed an aura of surprise that could not be hidden.

How not. In the application that he looks carefully there are every message that Dara sent to her WA number about various things; the wishes of children, their growth and development even details the details of each trip that Dara did. Including about the impromptu vacation they did a while ago.

'My guess all along seems right. Every message I send to Mas Lukman has been sabotaged by Kiki' Monolog Dara.

Lukman handed Dara's phone back.

Confusion swept over him. Every message Dara sent was not everything she received. His mind began to wander. His heart began to suffer prejudice.

'Could this be Kiki? for besides myself only he holds this HP' murmured Lukman in his heart.

"For you to know, they are not strangers. They were my friends and my painting partner and my orthopedic doctor. In some of the messages I have sent to you I have explained briefly about them" Dara's eyes were fixed on Radit and Doctor Angga.

Lukman followed Dara's direction. Without being able to say anything, his lips twitched.

Dara then held tightly onto Lusi's hand and looked back at Lukman and loudly said,

"And my best friend is crazy. For taking the time, mind, energy and all his heart to just care about the condition of your disabled wife when you are happy with your proud young wife!"

Lukman forcefully gulped his saliva.

While Dara was no longer able to stem her tears. The shameful deeds that Lukman has just done and the painful events after events that Lukman incited in his life made his painful wounds so far Dara Dandam felt again gaping and watering the water vinegar, perching.

"What you did to my friends was a mistake. Bad prejudice has made you act rashly and presumptuously. So, please apologize. I said it just for your own sake"

Pinta Dara is soft but full of firmness. The tears that flowed down both of his cheeks had been shed.

"What's? so you're defending your friends more than I am your husband?!" Lukman raised his voice again.

Alternately Lukman looked at the one-on-one that was there. Sultan, Lusi, Radit, and Doctor Angga. Dara let out a long sigh trying to hold back the anger.

"It was Dara. Just ignore. We are also familiar with his ridiculous actions. However, it is a reasonable response even though excessive from someone who feels will lose something valuable" Radit said.

Bugh.

One punch landed on one of Radit's cheeks.

"Argghhh" Lusi shouted in surprise.

"Heiii, You!" Furious Doctor Angga.

Doctor Angga stepped forward to approach Lukman who had made Radit fall from his punch.

Doctor Angga had already clenched his fists towards Lukman's face which he clutched the collar of his shirt. The face of Doctor Angga who is actually cold from his sono looks more haunted with anger that is seen in his seat since then.

Duggs.

Lukman's down. Doctor Angga prefers to throw Lukman's body just like that into the paving block of the courtyard area of Dara's yard rather than having to dirty his hands by leaving a battered trail on Lukman's face.

Lukman got up then walked quickly and pulled the shoulder of Doctor Angga who was behind him.

"How dare you" cried Lukman.

Lukman's fist that was about to attack Doctor Angga's face was held back by a strong grip on his wrist. Doctor Angga took off his rough grip from Lukman's wrist.

"Enough. This is not a boxing ring" Doctor Angga said firmly.

Lukman has not stopped. He puffed his chest and ruffled his waist in front of Doctor Angga.

"Article 351 in the Penal Code that; One, persecution in the law with a prison sentence of two years and eight months or a fine as much as possible with the amount of the fine according to the rules. Second, if the act causes serious injury, the offender is sentenced to five years in prison. Third, if the act leads to the death of his person, he is sentenced to seven years in prison. And finally, with such persecution can be equated to damage people's health deliberately. So please stop or we continue all to the green table" explained Sultan.

Sultan understands the rules and laws because Lusi's husband is one of the famous prosecutors throughout the city.

Lukman seemed silent. The Sultan's sentence makes his regular retreat from the presence of Doctor Angga.

Lusi from earlier moved from Dara's side to ensure the condition of Radit who got a raw bogem from Lukman. The three of them along with Mr. Saleh are now sitting in the paving block. Look at every detail of the incident in front of them.

"Stop embarrassing yourself even more. Get out of here, Mom!" Dara's voice was full of emphasis. He looked at Lukman with his eyes full of frustration and deep disappointment.

Lukman snorted in annoyance. Then he got into his car and left Dara's house without a word.

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