Turning Hell into Heaven

26. Devastations

The sound of loud applause echoed in an office room. One by one the shareholders as well as the meeting participants came out of the room after previously congratulating the Director of the selected company.

Dara and the Director are elected in the room.

"Congratulations, Uncle. I'm sure Uncle will be trustworthy" Dara shakes hands with a man in the range of fifty years and above.

"Aamiinu. Congratulations also to Nak Dara whose wishes have been fulfilled" replied the Director-elect.

They walked along room by room in the office after leaving the meeting room. We arrived at a room with two captions on the top of the door. Which is printed clearly in the engraving on the board.

The first description of the wooden board read the President Commissioner. Below it shows the description of the board writing on it, namely Dara Herlambang.

"Please bring a drink as usual for me and Mr. Nugroho" Dara told someone via a call from the phone located on his desk.

"Is Uncle still not willing to help me?" Dara pitched as if sulking.

Dara stepped away from the desk. Take a place to sit on a single sofa that is side by side with a guest sofa where the interlocutor sits, namely Mr. Nugroho.

"Ikhlas Nak's. It's just that Uncle still doesn't understand your way of mind. Why should I want this old Uncle to be the Director of the company. While you yourself can be the Director"

"I beg you Uncle don't try to understand my way of thinking. How lost later? because the way my mind is circling complicated and complicated you know Uncle"

Guyonan Dara made Pak Nugroho laugh.

Seeing the laughter of Mr. Nugroho has stopped Dara again continuing his narrative,

"Although I can, I don't want to be greedy by assuming the two seats of Uncle's leadership. Already the President Commissioner continues to be a Director as well. And for me who has no blood relation with anyone other than my daughters, Uncle as best friend of both my parents is the right person to manage this company. Moreover, Uncle is the one who immediately witnessed the struggle of the late Father and the late Mother in building this company"

"Is it really just because of that?" ask Mr. Nugroho full of investigation.

"Hehehe Uncle just knew there was something I was hiding. So it's not wrong for me to appoint Uncle to be Director. Uncle proved very sensitive to the surrounding" said Dara sure.

"So son, say what other hidden intentions" pinta Pak Nugroho polite.

"I want Mas Lukman to be upset and hurt!. That his position as Director was replaced disrespectfully by others. Which in fact his successor was other than not having blood relations with me as the owner of the company is also a nobody status in my life. But it can bring rapid development in the company far from the ability of Mas Lukman himself. But even so, I was absolutely certain Uncle was the right person to help me in running a valuable company for both of my late parents"

Mr. Nugroho carefully heard Dara's confession.

"One thing you should remember, son, is that Uncle is no longer young. As good as this Uncle's age is only focused on thinking about the afterlife. It's just that because Uncle already considers you like his own child and with the misfortune that befalls you therefore Uncle is willing to be appointed as Director here. Not that Uncle agreed with your intention to make Lukman hurt. It's the same as revenge. There is nothing good about revenge. You will be like a thirsty man who drinks the waters of the sea. Your thirst will not go away while your body will be tired of fatigue"

Said Mr. Nugroho mannered and meek without feeling intimidating but clearly felt the aura of his wibawa.

An office girl placed drinks for Dara and Pak Nugroho onto the table in front of them.

After allowing both bosses to drink the drinks that have been provided, the office girl politely parted out of Dara's room.

Dara and Pak Nugroho simultaneously sipped drinks that have been served.

"Son, it's human if your heart is broken by being betrayed in such a way. But do not let the heart you break by closing yourself from trust in others. Remember, do not because tilapia broken a speck of milk. One mature male who is treacherous does not mean all other mature males are the same. Open your eyes and heart doors to accept other worthy Director candidates. Until then, Uncle will continue to help you through the responsibilities with this Director position" concluded Pak Nugroho again.

"Yes Uncle. Thank you for your help today and also before" said Dara sincerely.

"It doesn't have to be so, son. Details of the report on the development and finances of the company that you requested some time ago, it is still the responsibility of the Uncle as one of the supervisory boards to hand it over to you as the owner of the company" said Mr. Nugroho.

"I have made a complaint to the authorities on the basis of the report that Uncle submitted it" said Dara.

"What does that mean that you are reporting and demanding compensation for the fraud that Lukman committed during his time at this company?" ask Mr. Nugroho.

Dara nodded.

"Hopefully the legal process goes smoothly as expected. The main thing is, may you do it purely as a President Commissioner without any frills to want to avenge the heartache of what else is revenge"

After saying so, Mr. Nugroho again sipped his drink. While Dara just fell silent to review every sentence from Pak Nugroho.

Krieg.

The ringing of the phone at Dara's desk made him stand up to receive the call.

"good. Let him in!" tell Dara to the person on the other end of the phone.

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"Mas Lukman" Dara told Nugroho. Implicitly explain the intent of the phone call he received.

"good. Talk away. Uncle will leave here and go back to Uncle's office"

Mr. Nugroho, who was the same age as Dara's father, stood up from the sofa and slightly bent his body in front of Dara. He came out of the room of the President Commissioner.

"Become! I accept if you want me to quit the Director's position. But does it have to be in a way that embarrasses me like this? all the current shareholders consider me low and meaningless Dara. Why then should Mr Nugroho? is there no one else but him? He has nothing to do with you anyway"

Lukman's words he conveyed in a tone full of annoyance. His face showed disappointment.

"Jawab I'm Dara" asked Lukman with a huff.

"Oh. Are you done complaining?"

Dara got up from her chair and walked gracefully to the face of Lukman who was standing next to her desk.

"Who do you think you are that deserves honorable treatment? and remember this well brother Lukman, I am Dara Herlambang the owner of this company. Whatever I want to do with my company is none of your business! including your replacement position!" hiss Dara was cynical with a cold look.

Lukman forcibly gulped his salivary. He felt slapped with all of Dara's words. For the umpteenth time as a man, especially a man, Lukman felt worthless.

"alright. Forget about that. But all these times I beg you to reconsider your desire to divorce Dara. I'm willing to do anything just so you don't get a divorce"

Lukman cupped both of his palms to his chest. As a refinement of the seriousness of the request that He conveys.

"Oh yeah? so what have you done to not get divorced from me?" dara Cemeeh.

There was a stabbing taste in the heart of Lukman finding the cynical and degrading treatment of Dara ever and still filling the recesses of his heart with love.

"I'm sorry Dara. For now I can't do much to prove that I don't want a divorce from you. Try to think how I can do more if you turn off my footsteps" Lukman said.

"Speak clearly! What do you mean!" hardik Dara's.

"Because, I you fired disrespectfully. All my ATMs and credit cards are blocked. Not to mention for so many months I was forced to be busy with business to the police because of your report to me. So how can I show you the seriousness of wanting to maintain our household if you restrict my moves like this?"

"That's your business" Sinis Dara.

"Well, you should know not that I have no attempt to meet you nor the children but arghhhhh how should I say it" Lukman looks frustrated.

"Look, the car, the motorcycle and some of the valuables that I have are sold out to pay the debt of my son and Kiki's akikah event. Also to cover the needs of life during this time. We live in Ummi's house. Because I was unable to continue the installment of the house we occupied before. I'm here with an ojek. So with my condition like this how can I look to you and the children to show my hope to keep our household" Lukman explained.

"Again, it's none of my business!" Dara really looked indifferent and uncaring.

Bugggh.

Lukman threw himself in front of Dara. He kneels.

"Because, please forgive my every mistake with you and the children. Even if you can't forgive me, I beg you not to let our relationship get ruined by divorce. Even if you look at me hatefully it will be better. I'm not why. Until whenever I would like to. Because I deserve it. Just don't let our family fall apart. Our children are still little Dara. I beg Dara. I beg. All the punishments you gave me I'm ready to endure. Even if you treat me to hell I'll accept but don't divorce Dara. Please forgive me. Please open the door of your heart. I promise to be a good husband and father to our family. Don't let our family be ruined, baby"

Clear melts from Lukman's eyes wet his cheeks. Now he is down and sobbing.

Dara did not flinch. He looked at the man who had completely lost his pride by kneeling before him.

Dara stared at the nanar towards the large window made of glass in her study. The moment of togetherness spent nearly thirteen years in the household was riveted in Dara's memory.

Everything was flawless perfect until this past year. The sweetness of married life momentarily felt bitter by the nectar presented by the third person.

Dara did not want to recall that painful thing. He breathed and then made a sound,

"Our household has been falling apart since you had an affair with Kiki that you were editing because you were pregnant first. You must think I don't know anything about that, right? so without shame you prefer the presence of your boys and ignore our girls. All this time I just kept quiet for the sake of seeing the consciousness of yourself. But I finally understand, if man is drunk with blasphemy it is difficult for him to realize the mistake. If only from the beginning you were honest and a little appreciative of my position as a wife even though disability may hurt that I do not feel like this Mas. But it's been. It's all over. Even if I forgive you, we obviously can not wade through the household heresy as before. Because all that's left in my heart for you is pity. Because you obey your worldly desires, you must lose all that is precious. It's too naive, after all, if I have to understand what else forgives your betrayal and treatment. So just accept the results of the wind that you spread. After all, the divorce process will still go ahead!"

Lukman's shoulders are getting more intensely shaken. Although without excessive sound but the flow of sobs is enough to invite pity.

At least minutes of prospective divorced couples just silence each other without a voice.

Lukman dissolves in his regret and sadness. While Dara set her heart to dispel the wavering from the word parting due to pity to look at the husband whose life began to suffer.

A moment later Lukman wiped away the round of tears that had soaked his cheeks. He rises. Then repeatedly bowed himself to Dara.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me" Lukman said every time he bent his body.

After being satisfied to act so, Lukman in a manner that was wrong to dare to look at Dara with hope.

"Because, for once, can you lend me some money. Enough for my taxi fare to go home Ummi only. Forgive me for being this shameless but I really don't know who to complain to" Lukman buried his head deeply. He was embarrassed.

However, the man who was standing rigidly in front of Dara had once colored his days with the beauty of love and affection. Dara's heart still throbbed in pain watching the destruction for the destruction of the former candidate.

Dara reaches for her bag. But suddenly his Secretary, Nailah burst into the room without warning or knocking the door first.

"Sorry Mom. It's urgent" Report Nailah gasped for air.

"What's wrong?" Indict Dara.

"There was a commotion in the playroom of Ma'am" replied Naih.

'Playroom? holy jeez! Alsavas. Alsavaku's there' Dara's monologue.

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