Knights For Mundika
30
“Basic kids don't know are lucky!”
THE PLAQUE! The sound of a loud slap made the people around him shocked.
“Dalmouk!” Shouted Artika in surprise to see Dalmouk came suddenly trying to protect Artika who was about to be slapped by Janitra and ended the right cheek of the man who was slapped and fell down due to the power of the middle-aged man who was too strong full of emotions.
Artika is currently being tried by her parents, her older brother, Indra and his parents did not expect that Dalmouk would come to see him soon after he was surprised by the positive test pack results he got because he felt something was wrong with him since the events between him and Dalmouk happened. He was determined that the man only wanted to destroy him without taking responsibility and allowed himself to swallow his bitter pills alone because the man had married. He felt guilty for both his parents, but he feels even more guilty to Indra who has given a second chance to their relationship that is only a week away if there are no obstacles and obstacles can be united in marriage if only terrible things that didn't happen. Why did all this happen to him? Is it because he has done nothing for the life given by the Owner of all things that this is a stern rebuke from Him?
“Sopo? How dare it prevent me from educating my daughter sing nggawe isin family dewe?” Janitra's voice was still rising after seeing a foreign face with a sharp nose typical of Arabs and mustache and a neat sideburn on his face.
Dalmouk, who did not understand the language used by Janitra, gave the code to Artika to interpret it while enduring the pain in her right cheek.
“What are you doing here?” Bisik Artika is still confused by the conditions that occur.
“Insponsible for what I have done to you,” Dalmouk replied making Artika slightly blushed but re-awakened of her status as a married man.
“If you don't understand what I'm saying, I'll make it clear again, who are you? How dare it prevent me from educating my daughter who has embarrassed her own family?” Janitra, who realized that the man was a foreign national, emphasized the use of his famous English fluently as if the Javanese dialect that always adorned in every speech was lost.
“I'm Dalmouk Al Hassimi, the person who will be responsible for the chaos of all this,” Dalmouk stands loudly staring straight in front of Janitra.
“What do you mean?”
“I am the one who has impregnated your daughter in order to prevent the marriage of the girl I love and I am sure in her heart still love me this to marry someone else.”
Indra who heard Dalmouk's revelation immediately rose from his seat because he knew the history of Artika's romance with this Arab man did not think this man was the one who destroyed his happy dream to have Artika by his side. He could not accept the man being so proud without feeling guilty for the destruction he had done to himself, Artika and their two families.
“Koe ojo melu-melu, Le’,” (You do not follow) Kamila, the mother of Indra held Indra's hand so as not to interfere in the family affairs of prospective besan who may only remain hopeless memories. Though he really loved Artika like his own daughter and in his heart at this moment is just a disappointment that may not be as much as the parents of the girl.
“I beg you to allow me to take responsibility by marrying Artika and making her happy,” Dalmouk continued.
“What kind of happiness do you mean Mr Dalmouk?” Indra who could not stand Dalmouk's words like a bad luck hero finally broke his mother's words not to interfere. “You already have a wife! Aren't you ashamed of your behavior by destroying my happiness and Artika and our family?!”
“Opo iku tenanan, Nduk? You didn't hear wrong, did you?” (Is that true, son? You didn't hear me wrong, did you?)
Artika could only nod limply while continuing to try to endure her cries and regrets that were impossible to repair anymore.
“Oalah Gusti, kulo njaluk ngapuro for the kulo family's faults..,” (Yes Allah, I beg forgiveness for the faults of the servant family...) How surprised Jayanti with the reality that is endless at this time. She should have insisted that her daughter not follow her ambitions of working abroad. She should be able to convince her husband that her daughter still works in Indonesia. But everything has been done and become a mush can not be rotated and repaired again. What kind of mistake did his family make to experience such a fate? She and her husband lived with the honesty and simplicity that became the noble value of her family for generations, why should this horrible and shameful incident happen to her? Overwrite their proud and beloved daughter? Was there bad karma in his family's past that had hurt others so much that his vengeance was so unexpected and so painful?
“Bu..., Mom..., “Janitra and Hadyan rushed to maintain the stability of Jayanti's body that squeezed helplessly as if she wanted to faint to stay conscious. Artika reflexes approached her mother but her hand was immediately pushed aside by Hadyan who felt really disappointed with her.
Seeing that the iron candidate had left, Janitra could only be silent withstanding such deep sadness and disappointment. Why could his daughter disappoint the good man's family twice. It used to be for the sake of career and now because of this unexpected pregnancy, even the man who impregnated him felt innocent and proud of what he had done as if he and his wife were not considered parents to think of when the man arbitrarily damaged his daughter.
“Go....,” Janitra said in a vibrating voice. He actually did not want his daughter to leave, but the shame of having disappointed their candidates made his pride should he elevate so he took the decision as it is today. “Go with the man who is willing to take responsibility for you. Let's just say Father and Mother have lost you as our daughter.”.
The tears of Artika who had been detained since then finally broke down as well. His wish for both his parents to still accept him despite having left a scar and the disgrace was finally dashed already.
“Pak..., Mom...., don't you..., Artika still needs Father and Mother..., Mas Hadyan, does Mas not want to defend me at all? Wouldn't it be if a child had done wrong were the parents the child was forgiven for?” He said softly and weakly full of requests but Dalmouk who could not bear to see Artika so injured immediately raised the tiny body of the woman who was carrying her child at this time. He did not want anything to happen to his soul mate and his son, who had become a golden ticket, made himself the sole owner of Artika.
“But your mistake was an inexcusable mistake, Dek,” Hadyan who felt she lost her best friend and future sister-in-law because her sister could only be cold. “So Mas beg you, follow the request of Father and Mother, go with the man, and never come back here.”.
“Father and Mother do not have to worry about Artika and our future child,” Dalmouk said full of earnestness to look at the family Artika who was so hurt because of his actions so blameless because of blind love while hugging the body of Artika full of protection. “If you want to blame, blame me for loving your daughter so much and regret why I let her go and follow my parents' desire to marry my distant cousin to do this. If time can be turned, of course, I and my family will ask for your daughter in a good and honorable manner. But we can't go back to the past. But I promise your family that I will try to protect and make your daughter and our future child as happy as possible, even though my extended family and your family are against this relationship, I make sure my love and affection for your daughter will never be lost until this life disappears from her body.”
Jayanti opened her two old eyes. He woke up from his sleep and looked around. The scorching sun pierced through the window gap covered in white curtains made of lace. Apparently morning, ah no, noon had greeted his old body again which since the loss of his daughter felt his soul had been tormented. He remembered the dream in his sleep earlier. It felt like he had not dreamed as clearly as before as if the incident had just been through. He stared at the clock on the wall and showed it at 10 a.m. It turned out that he had fallen asleep long enough after the prayer. Things that don't usually happen.
“Ono opo, Bu?” (What's up, Mom?) Janitra who realized that his wife had woken up from sleep immediately approached him.
“Sir, I was dreaming about the incident we drove Artika and her husband out of this house,” Jayanti looked at her husband.
“Bu, come on..., it's all over...,” Janitra took a deep breath. Since that incident, Jayanti's body condition continues to decline and can no longer do activities that are too heavy so he decided to add a household assistant in taking care of their old house. “Diamonded only..”
“But Sir...,” Haven't had time Jayanti continued to hear the sound of yelling taka sing in their ears.
“Pakde, Bude, there is good news,” Ayu walked in a hurry while carrying a laptop in his left hand and sitting on the right side of Jayanti. He who has lost both parents already considers Jayanti and Janitra as both parents. Moreover, she and her husband do not have children so she often visited the place of both parents to accompany and entertain themselves.
“Ayu, you just surprised us, what is it tho early in the morning already excited like this?” Ask Janitra.
“After Pakde, Bude, I first connect the internet network to this laptop,” Ayu immediately entered into a teleconference application to connect it with someone who has made a previous appointment to do long distance communication. Before long it appeared a girl of about twenty years old with a slightly cold handsome man beside her. They looked at each other as if giving each other the strength to greet the two middle-aged couples before them.
“Who are they?” Janitra asked who felt familiar with the girl's face.
“Someone who has been wanting to meet and greet Pakde and Bude,” Ayu replied with a big smile.
“Assalamu’alaikum Eyang Kakung, Eyang Putri,” The girl greeted excitedly and a sweet smile on her lips. “Include, I am Mundika bint Dalmouk and the man next to me is Mansoor bin Maktoum, my fiancee.”
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