Pamite
104. Streets

"Khem."

I don't know how many people are staring at them. channeling the desire of longing that they are trying to melt through the touch of skin.

Hearing the sound of deheman from some people made the union of the forehead collapse instantly. The two looked around, it turned out that not only was Bu Lin in the house. I don't know when a husband and wife who are carrying a ten-month-old child came.

They looked at Rifki and Dara with flat eyes. Aware of the wrong actions, Rifki just grinned at them one by one while scratching his nape that did not itch.

"Yes - yes, the bucin. There are people who come until unconscious," ledek Jaka.

Rifki only smiled faintly, while Dara continued to lower her head clenched her mouth holding a smile.

Jaka then gave the code to his mother to let them both space. As a man who both loved a woman Jaka knew very well how Rifki felt. The man definitely wants quality time with Dara.

As if understanding with the code given by her eldest son, Bu Lin nodded her head.

"Oh, honey, we're going home, yuk! We go alone, Dara there are more guests," Jaka told his wife.

"Why would you leave? Where to?" Dara asked.

"peak. Next time you come, if you are married. Let it be good to go anywhere."

"If we don't take care of the kids?"

Jaka and Ayu exchanged looks. After six months Dara lost her identity, now that identity has returned along with the return of Rifki.

"We invite one or two shop children is okay. I am calm or the kids are great too, right. Yes, have continued kangennya Brother same Mbak want to go first." Jaka looked at Rifki. "Kangen can but do not bablas, yes still not halal," said Jaka reminded Seraya patted slowly Rifki's shoulder.

"Ready." Rifki bowed a little and then they both chuckled softly.

Rifky and Dara sit on the same couch. Ms. Lin then covered going out the middle, turning on the tv and sitting quietly there. He changed his tv channel several times, a little rumbling because all the TV reported the same artist, he was really upset. His views were occasionally directed at the living room. Behind the couch he peeked at them, just in case they were bablas. After all they were two normal humans who had desires.

Rifki was silent silently looking at Dara's face fixedly, as if the mounting longing had not diminished a single inch.

"Why see me like that? Something wrong with my face?" Dara was confused while fumbling her face.

"Nothing, nothing wrong. The wrong thing is that I don't diminish. Six more months is not a short time for me. I haven't seen you in years. Hold on, yeah I miss it." Rifki pleaded at the end of the sentence with a clear tone.

"Hold what?" screeched Dara with a slightly loud voice.

Hearing Dara's screaming voice made Bu Lin look up towards the living room.

"Astaghfirullah, don't say it out loud. Later if you hear what I think I want to hold. Hold your hand, dear."

"We, from earlier already more than hold hands, even hugs."

"I've never been out of the house again, brother. To Bang Jaka's house I never. I am ashamed and afraid of my neighbors. I'm afraid I'll go down and hear them talking to me."

Rifki imagines Dara's life after the events of that night. His life must have been more ruined than when he found out he was blind. Moreover, he had thought that Dara was married to another man. Though what happens is that his lover is at war with reality and maintains sanity in the midst of the onslaught of trials.

"There I am, don't be afraid, yeah! I will stand in front of you, no one will hurt you anymore." Rifki grabbed Dara's hand and then he put it on the other palm. While the other hand stroked the back of the beautiful girl's hand.

"Street, yuk! Make you practice also so that you dare to see new people again, it is impossible for you to stay home, dear. I don't have to be afraid, yeah."

"Yes, I'll change clothes first, you'll give me permission."

Dara walked to her room. How many seconds later Rifki also followed Dara's steps leaving the living room sofa. However, her step was not to Dada's room but rather to the living room, where Bu Lin was sitting watching her favorite TV show.

"Watch what, Mom?" rifki asked just a small talk and sat down next to the woman.

"Regular, soap opera. Where's dara? How come you're here?" asked Bu Lin to look at the already empty living room.

"Change clothes, Mom. Can I take Dara out for a second? Just to the park anyway, ma'am to the park that is not far from here is loh."

"May you if Dara wants. It's the same with you, so I'm not worried. I trust him with you. There's nothing else I doubt about you, no reason to do that. You can only pray for your happiness. I hope your love will continue like this. I know it's not easy for you to get to this point. We don't know what's going to happen in the future, so I'm just asking God to keep your love until the end."

"God willing, Mom. I wish it was like that too."

"Thank you for accepting what Dara is. You didn't leave after what happened to her, instead you made Dara come back like her old self."

"No need to thank you, ma'am. I love Dara from my heart. I don't care what Dara's past is, what happened to Dara. I try not to remember that. It just hurts for him. What I'm focusing on right now is making her happy that's all."

Bu Lin simply nodded with a smile. At the same time Dara came out of the room.

"Is he ready?" Rifki walked over to the girl.

The girl always looked beautiful with the loose clothes she always wore. Brown-colored gameplay that matches the hood makes Dara increasingly look Graceful and mature.

"Would you give me permission?"

"Udah, Ra. I'll let you go. Don't make it late afternoon, go home. Here, it's noon. Until late afternoon it's enough to take a walk, isn't it, Rifki?" asked Bu Lin touching Rifki's arm.

"Enough, Mom. That's enough. I can come here anytime, right?"

"The door will always be open for you. Yeah, it's gone now, it's gonna be hot."

Rifki and Dara kissed the back of Bu Lin's hand in turn. Then they walked to Rifki's car parked in the yard. Dara continued walking with her tail eyes glancing to and fro. Maybe he was afraid if there was a neighbor who saw him out of the house. As if understanding Dara's stubbornness, Rifki grabbed Dara's shoulders and stroked her slowly, as if the touch could calm the girl down.