Turning Hell into Heaven

22. Mother's Promise

"Already" Dr. Angga.

Rani cleaned up some of the equipment that had been used by Doctor Angga from the P3K box.

After Lukman's departure, all the victims of Lukman's rampage entered Dara's house.

Rani helps Dr. Angga clean and treat wounds on the corners of the lips and part of Radit's left cheek. The result of the blow of Lukman's fist that rose blood due to anger.

Mbok Inem assisted Mr. Saleh accompanied the children of Dara as well as the only son of Lusi playing in the family room.

"Rani, can you get me a mirror?" Pinta Radit's.

"Mirror? There is but it is huge, sir. As big as the body size. Ahh there is not too big but on the wall block all sir" replied Rani.

"Mmm so yeah. How to like lizards? on the block" Radit joked.

"Hehehe Father. Sticking on the wall means sir. If I may know, what is it for, sir?" Rani asked back.

"I want to see the shape of my face at this time" Radit fumbled slowly his facial area that had become an outlet for Lukman's wrath.

"Nih" Doctor Angga thrust his sophisticated mobile phone that is deliberately set already on the video application.

"Not so bad. No need to exaggerate" continued Doctor Angga.

"Hey snowman, I don't want to mess around!" Tukas Radit's.

Radit tilted his face up and down to the right and left side alternately in front of an image of himself in the screen of the mobile phone belonging to Doctor Angga.

"Still looking handsome" Radit raised an eyebrow while handing over Dr. Angga's cell phone to the person concerned.

Everyone in the living room laughed at Radit's hilarious behavior. Although previously had grimaced in pain when treated by Doctor Angga. Now he looks fine. It's just that his cheeks look a little swollen. The corner of his lips also clearly showed a wound.

"Sorry" Sela Dara.

Who was in the room simultaneously saw Dara.

"I'm sorry. Mas Lukman's attitude has passed, I feel guilty and ashamed of you all" Dara subdued his gaze.

It's true that Dara said she felt ashamed. So to look at old friends and new friends he felt unable.

"What's wrong is that Mas Lukman is not you. You are the victim, even. So if anyone has to apologize, it's Mas Lukman" Lusi excited.

"After all, as Radit said in front, we all understand the attitude of Lukman" continued Sultan.

"But I should also apologize. Because it was my invitation to the villa that made us forced and tortured to hear the anger of Dara's husband. I'm sorry, everybody" Radit put on a guilty face.

"Radite. You don't have to apologize at all. In particular, we thank you for your invitation. So that my kids and the others can enjoy the weekend getaway. Thank you and forgive my husband's treatment. Your face almost bonyok because of his actions" Dara looked at Radit at a glance and then returned bowed.

"As her current good you are, the little girls and the others are already safe from your husband's attack. So I beg permission first" Sela Doctor Angga.

"Doctor.." Dara hung up her sentence.

"Yes?" Doctor Angga is confused.

"I'm sorry about Mas Lukman's attitude, my husband" Dara replied. The look on his face is still unchanged from the face of someone who is burdened by feeling unwell.

"Bara. Stop apologizing for other people's mistakes. If it turns out you feel bad because of the behavior of the people closest to you, just make sure to us that you are okay. Show that what hurt you can't hurt you. Your attitude like that is much needed by us as your friends"

Said Doctor Angga who was sitting right across from Dara. Only a long table separated the physical distance between them.

There is nothing wrong with Doctor Angga. Others in the room also agreed with Doctor Angga's expression through nods. It's just that Dara's inner self still hasn't received any humiliating treatment from her husband to them.

Those who are nothing but willingly exist in sorrow and weeping that approach the days of Dara. Even trying to create joy and laughter in the life of Dara and her small family.

They should receive equal treatment instead of humiliated by someone who boasted of status as a 'husband' in order to show self-ego even though it was a big zero in realization.

"Yes already. To be fair. Let us all forgive each other without anyone feeling the most guilty. Okay?!" Susan Lusi's.

"Agrees without refutation aka ready" said Radit spirit.

All of them laughed including Dara.

In the midst of the suffering that Lukman gave her, Dara was grateful.

God has brought people in the figure of a sincere friend to accompany her through lonely days without a husband figure.

Replacing colleagues are also relatives whose number is more than the new friends he has now. The presence of new friends in Dara's life lately made her realize it turns out that the friends and relatives she once had only stopped in Dara's prosperous daily life without wanting to survive when Dara was greeted Misfortunes.

"alright. In addition to Doctor Angga, we will also say goodbye" Sultan the famous prosecutor has stood in follow his wife, Lusi.

"Rest then. Don't make the burden of the mind" Lusi patted and stroked Dara's back gently.

Dara nodded and said sincerely,

"You too's. Thank you very much"

"What else?" Ask Doctor Angga to Radit who is still sitting in the guest chair of Dara's house.

"What's that?" Radit asked back.

"I'm going home, Lusi and her husband are gone too. You?" Urge Doctor Angga.

"I'll be home too. You go first. We'll take each other's cars" Radit sewot.

"No. I will go home after you also move out of this house" Dr. Angga insisted.

"Aiss. Just go first. We're not that familiar to go home with" Sewot Radit for the second time.

Doctor Angga sighed.

"You are also not in such a familiar position to stay long in this house. With its own condition without being accompanied by anyone else except the original inhabitants of this house. Meanwhile, Dara's husband was not in this residence. Understand!" Obviously Doctor Angga.

Radit tried to develop a smile on his injured lips to cover up the embarrassment.

Although there is sadness to be separated from Dara immediately but Radit did not dodge or avoid the words of Doctor Angga. After all he must be aware and respect Dara's current position.

Dara gave a small smile looking at the temperament of the two boyfriends in front of her.

Just a minute later Doctor Angga and Radit have passed to their respective goals.

Leaving Dara with tears that have long since been in her weirs. Dara shed a cry because it was still covered by a disgrace named shame, annoyed and disappointed by Lukman's actions against his friends and friends.

...***...

"Mother.."

Dara's children came, hugging Dara.

For a while the three children hugged each other without a sound. Tears of Dara accompanied them.

Mbok Inem and Rani who escorted the two children of his employer also wiped the water that began to stick out of each corner of their eyes.

"Mother, why do you make us cry now?"

A question from Dara's youngest daughter, Alsava. Dara wiped her tears. He gently rubbed his child's head without knowing what to give an answer to the curiosity that whack the child.

"I'm sorry Mother Nak" Tears re-emerged from Dara's two beautiful eyes. Only the words He could speak to his son.

'To know how many times he's been, please extend your soul by the almighty to forgive Mother who cannot keep you from pity so that crying also bears witness to your growth'

Dara is just the power to continue her sentence to her heart. Do not let the narrative that He will throw increasingly make his soulmate, his dear children in unsettled anxiety and sadness.

"Bad fuck. Brother does not want to be friends with Dad anymore" said Azkia.

"Yes. Adek also did not want" Alsava agreed to his sister's statement.

"Mother, from now on we are friends of three. Uh same mbok Inem, Mbak Rani, Pak Saleh, Aunt Lusi, Om Sultan, Adek Faatir, Om painter and Om Doctor as well. All but the same Dad. Let Daddy be friends with Aunt Kiki" continued Azkia.

"Why is that brother?" Ask Dara.

"Because Brother and Adek do not want to see Mother sad again!" There was seriousness and decisiveness in the request of Azkia, the eldest daughter of Dara.

"Sister and Grandpa can and will live far away from Dad?" Search Dara.

No doubt the two princesses nodded simultaneously.

"User Brother did not want to. But Dad also never came home so Brother now is not ordinary with Dad anymore" replied Azkia.

'Is that really it, son?' Rhetoris Dara monologues.

"If Adek is important same Mother and Sister. No Dad no pa-pa. Bad father" continued Alsava.

'Yaa Rabb my son' Pekik Dara in his mind.

"Where's Mother?" Azkia tetiba throws tanya.

"What's that, baby?" Dara asked back.

"We're friends with everyone but Dad. And Mother can not be sad anymore" stressed Azkia.

'My firstborn is beautiful and kind, are you really so big or is it a situation that forces you to act this dramatic?' Dara returned to her heart.

Dara nodded her head. Approving the wishes of his son.

Azkia pointed her little finger in front of Dara and then hooked her to Dara's little finger which has also been developed. Next alternately they do the same thing with the youngest Alsava.

'Be patient until the time comes, son. This promise will prove. We just need a little time to replace the crying with laughter. Mother of promise' Monologue Dara.

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