
"Huh wanine ngerasani nang mburi ae (huh dare to talk behind aja)."Said Dara, on the sidelines of her meal.
After eating Dara chose to sit on the terrace looking at the distant scenery in front. Thus he felt not as comfortable as being in his hometown. Let it be difficult if in Jakarta will not be felt. He was never looked down upon and difficult. Even in the demand of return, to the person who has helped him a lot in any case. Exactly at ten pm Dara entered to rest, so that later he could wake up to sahur not bad luck.
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Seven months passed, Dara was currently working in the catering section. Duties are odd, cleaning the house after finishing help in the catering kitchen even to between meals at boarding houses. Even shopping for catering materials, such as to the grocery store or market. If there are special orders, such as birthday parties, weddings, etc.
For a month Dara worked in this place, Dara felt very tired. I want him to stop working because he can't afford the work he holds. Starting from 4 am to 9 pm. Not infrequently also Dara sleep at 11 and 12 nights. If again there are many orders, or events for the party.
He lamented his own fate, from childhood never to good life. Whatever he wants, he has to fight hard to get what he wants. Not infrequently bad thoughts perched in his brain, whether he is the biological child of his parents. Because the treatment of his parents is different from his younger siblings. Dara is like an adopted child, which is dear when her parents do not have children. When you have children, everything becomes bland.
Even when she came home yesterday, Dara ventured to talk to her mom. Is he an adopted child, if he himself wants to know who his parents are. He wanted to meet his biological parents, just wanted to know. Even Dara would not leave the family that had raised her. Even though he lived he had to work hard to stay alive and school. After school, he no longer wanted to live with his parents. Choose to live in this notoriously violent and cruel city of Jakarta.
But it is not a matter of life like this, not in the low view of people in the village. Even though he was not successful, he was still considered low. Dara also feels comfortable living in Jakarta even though in a mediocre state of life. What else now there is that can always entertain and love him. Who else if not Raid, who has been with him for almost a year.
But today Dara's permission to meet with Raid, his employer. And his employer gave permission because today and tomorrow also deserted orders. Only regular customers, who subscribe to lunch and afternoon. So Dara is also not worthy of duty, ironing is also done. Dara was given until nine o'clock in the evening to meet.
Dara left at 7 by borrowing her employer's bicycle which she used to take to markets and grocery stores because she lived in a residential complex next to Raid's workplace. So quite far from the house of Raid if you have to walk, the distance is approximately 700 meters.
Dara has arrived at Raid's house he immediately conveyed his intentions and goals to Raid. And Raid immediately responded and wanted to come to the village. But what he needed permission from his mother and preparation to deal with his parents Dara.
"When will Yang go home?"ask Raid.
"Tomorrow Sunday afternoon bang, take an inter-city bus from the Kalideres terminal." Answer Dara.
Who has been taught by his mother, if you go home, you have to take a bus. And down where the pack leknya sangkal as an angkot driver who headed his village.
"Yes, you will find additional fees to return to your village. I can't wait to see your father for your application. So that you are not in a match with people, because you do not want to be someone else's." Said Raid to Dara the woman who had made herself crazy about it.
"Yes my dear, when did you ever lie huh?" who immediately hugged Dara with his anxiety. Looking at the way Dara who asked that with her joyful smile was. He is also happy if what he expects can be achieved. That life with virgin is his dream all this time he knows the name of love.
"If you can't be the same mother, don't make it. Because I wouldn't marry without her blessing. Perfect happiness is blessing old man bang. So if the mother forbids to come to the village Abang do not force ya."ujar Dara told Raid, who indeed Dara saw that Sharifah maam heavily accepted herself to be Raid's wife.
"Take it easy, my mother will give permission to come to your village. If you don't, you have a way to get Mom's permission." Said Raid who already had the determination can not be contested anymore.
"Yes, I'm waiting for certainty. If you don't come along, it's okay, I'll go home by myself." Said Dara, who already did not want to bother. After all, he just wanted to go back to the village, not bring Raid back to the village.
"Yes, don't be Yang, you can't wait to ask for your hand." Raid.
"Yes yes. Uh it's been half a nine bang I have to go back. Afraid to go later I do not feel good with Retno's mother" said Dara as she moved from her seat.
"Yes be careful on the road, don't speed on his bike." Said Raid, rubbing Dara's head and landing a sweet kiss on Dara's forehead.
"Yes bang I'm home." Go straight home after shaking hands with Sharifah's mom and her brothers/sisters who gathered at the bale in front of her house.
Dara has returned from Raid's house, her lips stopped in Dara's heart. But what they say is true, that a woman should be able to take care of herself. Which would have been looked down upon, for a woman came upon a man. But there is no other choice for Dara who incidentally Raid who asks himself for if there is anything. Because of the limitations of communication tools in his era that not many who have a mobile phone.
"Eh neng so the woman should be able to maintain self-esteem. If you're the one who came here, what difference do you have from a cheap woman. You have to sell expensive to be a woman, so you don't look like a woman doesn't really." Ella mpok.
Deg
Who indirectly advised Dara only in front of people who watched a lot he spoke to Dara. Dara felt like she was being tapped by those people. Even though the speech was aimed well, but the way of delivery is wrong. So impressed in the heart of the recipient of the advice, feel humiliated.
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