Turning Hell into Heaven

43. Mystery guests

Dara got down from the car, her face became confused to see Mbok Inem was moved to welcome her.

"What's wrong Mbok? usually also Alsava who run around greet me, replace the same Alsava huh?" Dara then laughed a little.

Mbok Inem smiled shyly then grabbed the bag and some paper bag from Dara's hand.

"Ng . anu Neng, inside there is a nyariin Neng guest, but yes it seems to make a hunch Mbok ya not good that" Mbok Inem looked at Dara seriously.

Hearing Mbok inem's words, Dara stopped her small steps and took a serious look at the woman who he had considered more than just ART, but deserved part of the family.

"Well, how is Mbok?" ask Dara.

"Compulsive. But not the usual snob Neng, so arrogant! continue to be yes in his arrogance that his face is scary so you know Neng, already like a lion who has not eaten a month" said Mbok Inem.

"Who is Mbok? the feeling I don't have any acquaintances who carry it so," Dara began to wonder.

"Yes Neng, Mbok has never seen the father here before. Then Neng, Neng see not a car lined up like a carnival row across from this house?" Mbok Inem raised his chin towards the fence of Dara's house.

"Didn't see the Mbok, but Mr. Saleh was in the car was astonished too and said there was a celebration of what the front person looks like again rame, a lot of queues of cars that way," explained Dara anyway.

"Well, that's Neng's guest bodyguard. Earlier in the front of the house, young people dashing on the jacket stood firmly behind the Father who was Neng's guest, like people again training their line Neng. When Mr. Nyelonong entered the new house his guards broke up the line. Mbok told Rani to see it turns out they are in the car that makes a personal queue up front there," said Mbok Inem seriously.

"His camera has been here a long time, Mbok? where now?" Dara feels bad if it turns out the mysterious guest who told Mbok Inem long waiting. After all she was a guest, and Dara always had the habit of appreciating guests.

"There is in Neng's living room, and not too long ago why he is here" Mbok Inem was shocked again to follow Dara who began to step into the house with a swift footstep movement.

Arriving in the living room. Dara looked closely at the man who was meant by Mbok Inem. And it's true that Dara didn't recognize who the guest was.

"Sorry, who are you with?" Dara kindly greeted her guests.

The guest sitting on the sofa looked up to see Dara from toe to head.

"You're Dara?" cynical Father without answering Dara's question as it should be.

Finding the attitude of his guest, Dara canceled the intention to get acquainted. Dara chose to sit on the sofa right opposite her guests.

"Right, I'm Dara" Dara replied calmly.

"Say, where's Radit?" instead of introducing herself, the guest instead greeted Dara with a question.

"I'm sorry?" Dara was confused by her guest's question. Not do not not understand the purpose of the question asked but wonder why the question from people who do not know it is addressed to him.

"No need to pretend like that. As a woman who is being idolized desperately, I believe you build an intense communication with Radit, must know what, how and where he is now. So tell me where Radit is?" the voice of the Father with a stout stature began to gradually rise.

"I don't know. And it looks like you've got the wrong address and the wrong person to think I know everything about Radit just because he idolizes me." Dara answered firmly.

"Mother," the voice of Alsava half-cried to call Dara so excited.

"Sir, Mother again has a guest. Let's play with Brother and Mbak Rani first" Azkia ran after her sister who was already in their Mother's arms.

"Wouldn't. Adek wants to be the same Mother. Brother and sister Mbak Rani continue to play," Alsava kekeuh want to be with Dara.

Rani came over with some toys in her hands.

"Sorry Mom. Adek, come. We used to play with Rani and Azkia. Later if the Mother's business is finished, Ms. Rani intervened here again. Yeah,?" Rani gently seduces Alsava.

Alsava looked at Dara. His eyes seemed to ask for confirmation from the Mother. Dara gently rubbed the head of her youngest daughter.

"Yes. Later if the affairs of the Mother here are finished, the Mother who follows the Adek play" Dara then releases a smile for her youngest daughter.

Alsava rose from Dara's lap. Glancing at the guest of the Mother then slightly bowed her tiny body towards the Father, the form of pleading farewell from in front of the guest of the Mother. This was followed by Azkia and Rani. The three of them then passed from the living room leaving Dara and her guests back together.

There was no meaningful response from Dara's guests despite getting polite gestures from the children and Rani. Even the guest stared at them with a lazy look.

"The best place for a woman is home. So that the children are not a baby sitter," said a mysterious guest suddenly.

The heavy voice of his guests felt increasingly heavy in Dara's ears due to the sassy narrative that was spoken.

"I understand, as a widow you must have a companion again. So that you can stop wandering in the name of work and focus on being a housewife. But, you chose the wrong! it's not a guy Radit's age you should be teasing. You must know yourself, do not make your widow's status sound bad in the ears of people by tempting successful men whose age is below you!"

There was bubbling in the crown and Dara's heart heard the accusation from his guest. But Dara tried to calm down because he caught that his guest was not satisfied with the sound.

"You just tell me what I can give you so you want to let Radit out of your life. And, immediately ask Radit to stop hiding and go back to his family!"

The intonation that is increasingly higher with the mimic of scornful faces and often times changed creepy from his guests making a bubbling in the crown and Dara's heart increasingly become.

"I guess you're done complaining. Now let's switch, listen to me!"

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There was no sound of some sort of clashing but the decisiveness in the suppression of the sentence that Dara spoke unconsciously made her mysterious guest nod in agreement.

"There is not a woman on this earth who wants a divorce living with her spouse and should be a widow! But, women are also human beings who have the right and obligation to choose their way of life to be happy. If a marriage only leads to a hellish life, then what is wrong with a separation if it is able to turn into heaven?!" Dara was silent for a moment to see the look on the face of her guests who looked a little jolted.

"Our society in general is already committed to the stigma that widows are an abject status. In fact, when it comes to the existence of children, there is no distinction between a woman who is a wife and a widow, they both continue to carry out their roles as a mother for their children regardless of whether they work at home or out there. What makes the status of a widow not okay is not the owner! but it is the narrow-minded appraisers who create their own paradigm of the widow's life that being a widow is far from good."

Guests Dara who had been upset in staring now silent solemnly stuck to hear the narration of Dara.

Dara slightly changed her sitting position, she crossed her legs gracefully. In his gaze towards the guest he took a shred of thought.

The judgment of Dara He uttered in his heart. Dara said back,

"I don't know who you are just like I don't know Radit's whereabouts right now. So your message to ask Radit to return to his family is not what I can convey. How exactly if that desire you convey directly to the Radit family. Shouldn't they be the ones who understand and know how to get Radit back into their arms?! And again, about flirting with Radit? I don't want to discuss something I never did so please stay with your accusation against me. But as a fellow human being I just want to remind myself without the intention of patronizing that prejudice can corrupt thought and erode the sanctity of the heart."

Every calmness contained in the intonation of Dara's voice in conveying her narrative made the guest several times appear flabbergasted and agitated.

"Excuse me, please drink first sir" Mbok Inem came to bring and put drinks on the table.

"Thank you, Mbok. Please sir, enjoy the drink first," said Dara alternately with courtesy and soft to Mbok Inem and the guest.

The guest glanced at Dara at a glance. Dropped astonished at the look on his face to find Dara still friendly serving the guest despite the verbal abuse of his bachelor status in because he was widowed.

Instead of grabbing the drinks served, the mysterious guest stood up from his seat.

"I'll resign, excuse me." He spoke with reverence and then rushed out of Dara's house without first hearing a further response from the host who was left just gone by a guest whom he did not know his identity.

Mbok Inem who is still standing in the living room follows the direction of the steps of the mysterious guest until it is no longer visible from his view.

"Where's Neng?" mbok Inem asked the employer.

"What's what about Mbok?" Dara asked back.

"That was the guest, wasn't it a bad feeling Mbok about his guest earlier?" Mbok Inem was already sitting on the sofa occupied by the previous guest.

Dara nodded.

"Yes, right. The song is indeed arrogant as Mbok said earlier" said Dara.

"No, so who the hell was that Mr Neng?" the curious soul of Mbok Inem thrashed.

"I don't know Mbok either" Dara shrugged both of his shoulders.

"Huh? wasn't that talking already? how do you not know?" Mbok Inem was astonished.

"It seems that it was not a conversation deh Mbok, more precise in saying what yes? Mmm, confirmation and clarification times huh?" Dara herself was confused to explain what kind of conversation she had with her mysterious guest.

"Ehh? what is Neng? the concussion? Mbok did not understand. So not understand it makes the throat Mbok drag this,"

Hearing the innocent words of Mbok Inem Dara laughed at him.

"Tuh drink for the guest was just in the drink, so Mbok's esophagus does not drag again," said Dara. He pointed his chin up towards a drink untouched by his guests.

"Yes Neng, counting from redundant right. Yes, drink yes,"

Dara nodded, Mbok Inem began to move the contents of the glass containing warm honey tea to his throat.

"Tomorrow, if I'm not at home and there are guests like that again come here, directly contact me first yes Mbok," Pinta Dara.

"Yes Neng, Mbok's intention was also so but the father was without Mbok pardonah ehh already play nyelonong aja enter the house," Mbok Inem who has spent drinks for guests earlier looks guilty.

"Yes already. For today no problem Mbok, it has happened too right? in the future I am worried that the arrival of guests like that can make the atmosphere of the house so bad, afraid of impacting the children. Understandably, not everyone can sift through his talk in front of the kids." Terang Dara's.

"Means that you were leaking gallons huh Neng?" ask Mbok Inem.

"Huh? gallon leaking? what else is it, Mbok?" Dara did not understand the intention of Mbok Inem.

"That's a term for people whose mouths do not have a filter Neng, say nyerocos aja without caring about the dregs in the talk also come out. Yes like a gallon leaking that, ngalir aja" explained Mbok Inem seriously.

"Hahaha, there are-there are terms from this Mbok. But it's true, the father was the talk was indeed up to the garbage in yakin,"

"That's right. But the important thing is that Neng does not take a headache as well as the talk, even though Mbok also does not know what the Father is talking about, hehehe. But still the chatter of the Father was not Neng Dara swallowed. Not good for esophageal health and mental health."

Hearing Mbok Inem's expression, Dara again chuckles laughing. The choice of language that Mbok Inem uses to advise Dara lately for him is always anti-mainstream, unique.

"Ready Mbok, ready" Dara said.

"Yes, Mbok pamit continued to the back again" said Mbok Inem anyway.

Mbok Inem put back the glass that he had gulped out of its contents into the tray that had been held earlier. Just a few steps, Mbok Inem stopped.

"Eh Neng, but the father just now how does his face feel rather market that?" Mbok Inem again thrust Dara with questions that Dara did not understand his intention.

"What does market advance mean Mbok?" Dara smelled a smile. Holding back the laughter with the choice of words Mbok Inem conveyed.

"Kayak no stranger that you know Neng his face, like who it is," Mbok Inem looks seriously thinking.

"Yes, Mbok Inem remembered who it used to look like. If you know me again. I want to clean myself up and keep playing with the kids,"

Dara passed Mbok Inem, stepping away from the living room with Mbok Inem who looks still focused on thinking.

"Who do you look like?" muttered Mbok Inem alone.

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