Turning Hell into Heaven

24. At the event

The sound of music guided by the famous band is heard enlivening an event that is entirely decorated in blue and white shades.

In a room in the middle of the house that is classified as luxury where the event took place unfolded a large banner with a background of several photos with writing, writing,

...Shabil and Shafiq...

Dara's eyes focused on some of the people who appeared to be the center of attention being friendly with other guests.

Dara met the eyes of those who were impressed as the center of attention. One of them walked up to Dara.

"Sir Dara. Ahh glad his sister wants to attend the event akikah our twin princes"

The woman of the owner of the voice without asking for a complete greeting by putting a small kiss on the palm of Dara's hand.

A second later the woman who looks charming in a blue-accented white abaya and a long hijab that brings Dara who is in a wheelchair into his arms. To say hello to Dara's right and left cheeks with her cheeks decorated with party look-style makeup.

"Come here ma'am, all of it!" Pinta the woman also on some people who

a few fractions of a second ago in his stay for the sake of approaching Dara. The one called followed his invitation, approaching Dara and the woman.

"This is Brother Dara. She's my honey sister"

With her voice made as weak as possible, Kiki introduced Dara to her family and some of her friends.

Haiii

Hoooo

Then one by one they shook Dara's hand and introduced themselves.

Dara doesn't remember each of them's names. Dara is only interested to remember that some of them claim to be Kiki's mother, her aunt, her sister, and her friends Kiki.

"Not playing akikah event your child ya Ki, magnificent festive" said Dara.

"Ah no, this is normal. Actually even Mas Lukman, his father the twins had wanted to make the event so a few more days continue to want to add artists outside the city as well" Kiki responded.

"Oh yeah? Good dong keep why not be?"

Tanya Dara seemed interested in the topic of discussion from Kiki.

"So this alone has eight zeros Kak" Kiki's signal about the nominal cost of the akikah event his son.

"Oh wow. Seriously?" Lucia suddenly appeared before them.

"Yes Jeng. Because later the guests when coming home will bring about" a voice that claims to be aunty Kiki.

"Not to mention the content of branded products" Kiki's friend's voice named Mila.

Furthermore, Kiki relatives and family willingly describe the details of luxury and excitement provided by Lukman and Kiki at the event of the thanksgiving of their twins.

Dara, Lusi and Rani try to cover up the look of their fed-up expressions by patiently listening to the praise for the praise made for Lukman and Kiki.

"Kiki, can I have a four-eye conversation with Lukman?" Sahut Dara on the sidelines of the friendly stale bases they lakoni.

"mmm... Kiki may actually be Kak but it looks like Mas Lukman is busy with the guests. So how's Brother? Brother knows as a good wife Kiki does not want to disturb his activities Father twins" Kiki's pretext.

"so yeah. Unfortunately if I have to wait to finish I'm afraid I can't. Because of the pity of the children at home only in living with Mbok Inem alone" Dara pitched disappointed.

"If you may know, what is this about, sister?" Search Kiki.

"Actually it's nothing. The religious court could have sent this letter directly to Mas Lukman just that I wanted to give it directly" Dara clasped his handbag. He asserted that the letter in question was in the bag he was holding.

"Religious court?"

"Solicit divorce?"

"Seriously?"

The curious low-pitched murmur whispered by Kiki's relatives and close friends was heard in Dara's ears and she was happy to hear it.

Dara looked at Kiki's face that could not be covered while holding back a smile. His red cheeks are already together.

"That seems important, brother. Gini aja, because Kak Dara is also definitely not comfortable lingering in a wheelchair in the middle of a crowd that is pacing and pitying the children at home as well. So, Kiki tried to call and ask Mas Lukman to meet Brother Yes"

Without waiting for Dara's approval, Kiki slowly pushes Dara's wheelchair away from those among them before.

Dara and Kiki are now in a room that seems to be reserved for guests.

"Sister wait here huh. Kiki called Mas Lukman" Kiki said gently and quickly disappeared from view.

...***...

"Speak. I don't feel good if I have to leave the guests out there for too long" Lukman who sat on the bed looked at Dara in front of him with a huff.

"If I could walk again would you be like the husband and father I used to know?" Tanya Dara was serious.

"Don't tell me you're only here to talk about dreams in broad daylight" Ketus Lukman.

"Jawab only" insisted Dara.

"of course. Even now, nothing has changed from me. I'm still Lukman, your husband and the father of old children" Lukman said with confidence.

"Oh yeah? If so then why do I and my kids feel otherwise?" Ask Dara.

Dara looked calm.

"Why don't you just divorce me?" Dara is back.

"If our relationship is safe, what is Dara's divorce for?" Tukas Lukman relax.

"Maybe the busyness in arranging and building a household with Kiki makes your memory a little fade. Let me remind you. For almost a year of polygamy, you no longer filled my inner birth income. You forget the anniversaries of important days in our family. You don't visit children if you're not forced first. You contact the children through cellphone only and that too after repeatedly requested. Which part of the relationship do you consider safe?" Jabar Dara full of assertiveness.

Lukman pressed both his thighs and looked sharply at Dara and said,

"What do you really want Dara?"

"What do you think Mas is?" Dara asked back.

"I beg Dara, be aware of your current condition. I'm Dara's normal man, so how could I ever get back to living with you like I used to. About the cost of your lives later I ask the financial part of the company that takes care of all. And it's not important that kids can still tell their friends that they have a dad"

"Haha. You didn't answer my question correctly Mas" Sinis Dara.

"You don't want to divorce me, is it out of fear of losing all the luxuries you and Kiki are feeling right now?"

Dara's question this time made Lukman stunned.

"Jawab Mas!" Dara half yelled.

"Stop your shit Dara. Why am I afraid to lose all this while I am the Director of the company" Lukman said out loud approaching a haughty tone.

"alright. I'm gonna stop all this bullshit, Mas!" Dara throws an envelope at Lukman.

Lukman opened it and stood up. Lukman's eyes looked at Dara.

"What the hell is this Dara!" Pekik Lukman wrathful.

Dara stood up from her wheelchair. He opened the knee-length outer that was on his forehead earlier.

Deg.

Lukman was surprised to see Dara who had been able to stand alone.

Glug.

At that moment, Lukman forcefully gulped his salivary. Fascinated by the look of the mother of her children.

Ivory yellow hijab with sweet bross studded swarovski. Ivory yellow and black alloy blouse tops with elegant simple models that exceed knee length. In a fancy black skirt with the eyes of a foot.

It looks more luxurious and classy with black high heels studded with swarovski on both feet. Similarly, the party bag in Dara's hand increasingly makes its appearance so fuller. Classy, luxurious and elegant.

"Can't you read Mas? In the letter, everything is clear. Still asking"

Dara's questions and statements made Lukman flinch. He who had been distracted by the appearance of Dara walked closer to Dara.

"Stop!" Dara retreated from the face of Lukman who tried to embrace him.

"When have you been able to walk again?" Lukman asked.

"Why? that's none of your business. And ah yes! Here's one more thing you need to get done right away!"

Dara opens her party bag then picks up an envelope again and hands it to Lukman.

Lukman rushes to open the envelope.

"A letter of resignation?" For the umpteenth time Lukman felt astonished by every thing that Dara gave him.

"Bara. Come then. What the fuck? Sit down, all we can talk about is good baby" Lukman again trying to get close to Dara.

"Hmmppphh. Our time for good talk has been wasted since you left our family for your young wife Mas!" Dara looked at Lukman with a piercing look.

"After all, a few minutes ago I was still merciful towards you for the sake of our household. But you still quibble and say that my paralysis seems like a barrier for us to knit a happy family" Dara's voice was full of emphasis.

"Sorry Dara. Ii'm sorry. I will never divorce you!" Lukman ripped off the first letter he received.

"You are torn even you destroyed many times it will not change my decision Mas" said Dara casually after a glimpse of the shreds of divorce papers He gave scattered on the floor.

"And regarding your resignation from the position of director at Herlambang company, you could not do it. With the consequences of getting ready to accept the lawsuit that I will file as company commissioner. Don't you think I don't know your cheating on managing my parents' legacy company!" There was no stir in every verse that Dara said.

"My business here is done. See you soon as the future ex-husband" Dara waltzed to leave Lukman who seemed to bear a lot of burden of mind.

"Bara. Tare. Dara wait for me! You can't do all this to me baby" Lukman half-runs after Dara.

Dara who heard and realized Lukman would force himself immediately devoured his body swiftly and pointed one foot forward.

Bukk.

Lukman's down. Stumbling by Dara's feet.

Low spirits heard the voices of guests invited to the event akikah children Kiki and Lukman. They were surprised to see the host who had fallen in their own house.

Dara approached Lukman who was already standing in a hurry.

"Mas, you should be aware from the beginning and know yourself that having fun above the rights of others even though the person concerned has a disability is a brash behavior that cannot be forgiven" Dara made a soft voice right next to Lukman's ear.

...***...