Pamite
109. Dara's Concerns

"For Mother Lin and also my best friend, Jaka. The purpose of my arrival together with some of my family is to ask permission from you, I want Dara Mulia, the woman who is now sitting in front of me to be my life friend. I ask one of your family members to be my companion when happy, difficult, and there beside me under any circumstances. That's all I can say, it would be a joy in itself if I could be a new member of your family." Rifki was relieved to be able to say sentences that long even though she thought those words were so bad.

"We leave all decisions to Dara. Answer, Son!" said Bu Lin calmly.

"There is no reason for me to reject this man in front of me. No man understands me as well as he does. And the answer is that from today onwards I will accompany you every step of the way and be your best friend in any matter and circumstance."

Everyone who was there widened his smile, showing a row of teeth that were still lined up neatly. They're all happy for Rifki and Dara.

The event continued with the exchange of rings. If usually the one who acts childish is Dara, now the girl looks more mature than her daily life. If only Dara could behave this way every day, maybe Rifki's life would be much calmer. Ah, no-no what Dara is is a happiness for Rifki.

Feeling enough with the application event, the Rifki family resigned from their presence. The whole family of Rifki came home happy. Rifki's wedding is the wedding they've all been waiting for.

When the whole family was ready in the yard to go home, Rifki was still struggling with Dara inside, no matter what they chatted.

"Rif let's go home!" shouted the brother.

"Yes, I'm afraid someone is missing."

Rifki is back in focus with Dara.

"I'm in one more gift for you, it's a birthday. I have been preparing this for a long time. Open it later in the room, yes. I'm home, I love you." Rifki stroked the top of Dara's head slowly before finally stepping away from her home. Leaving the blood that blushed in shame with a face that met red.

Rifki every day is always seminal, romantic, friendly and looks very fond of him, but only this time throughout their lives, Dara heard Rifki say I love you.

The girl immediately entered the room, she was impatient to open a small box wrapped neatly by pink gift paper and given a blue ribbon.

Before opening the small box, Dara first cleaned her face from makeup and also changed clothes so that she could freely jump around when she saw the object behind the box. She could not guess what the contents were, but clearly it would make Dara smile with excitement, because she memorized the future husband. Rifki's not his name if he can't be romantic.

Dara removed her makeup quickly and changed clothes in a hurry. He threw himself on the bed. Started to tear impatiently the beautiful colored gift paper.

Dara's eyes faded, her mouth was wide open. His hand reached for a gift from Rifki. A gold necklace with a love shape. He opened the heart-shaped locket. He was so happy to see what was in front of his eyes. So happy, his eyes were teary. How not? The heart-shaped pendant shows a photo of him and Rifki.

The girl threw herself down and grasped the necklace and held it tightly. Close your eyes and can't wait to imagine her beautiful life after marriage. Even though he knew after the wedding it was not just the beauty that he would live, there would definitely be grief as well but he did not want to think about that now.

His phone that was on the nightstand suddenly shook long. His eyes thought as he looked at the name that called him. He hurriedly put on his home hijab and accepted the call with joy.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Is my brother home?"

"Udah, just until you keep calling directly. Did you open the card?"

"Udah, I like it. Thanks, yeah."

"Either. Do not wear it first, yes I want me to wear it. Hold it for another three months. Three more months we're getting married and being able to put together whatever's in us, I can't wait to know."

"Well, why are you in love now if it means waiting for marriage?" dara protest.

"Yes, it was a birthday present. If it's going to be married, want me to give you another gift, yes I love you. What is this darling asking? Besides the skillet, yes. As long as we know the jajan doang you asked for. I feel like I have a child."

The kid? For some reason when hearing the word child makes Dara a little bit sick. Still fresh remembered the girl, how painful the long night he passed with a groan of melas. He knew and understood very well, the result of the actions of the depraved man that night the most fatal is that he could have been pregnant. Thankfully, God did not test it again.

Hearing the words of the child makes his memory return to the pain he feels. Would if Rifki did it would not hurt? Jesus, Dara immediately broke out in a cold sweat considering the pain.

"Why, Deck? Why are you suddenly pale? What's up?"

"Huh? No, really, brother. It's okay.I was a little sultry all of a sudden. Don't worry."

Although there is little doubt from Dara's answer, Rifki does not want to press and confuse what he sees. Hopefully indeed his lover is angry, the inner man.

***

"I'm relieved, Mas. Dara finally got to this point. The fight is long. Longer than us." Ayu placed her head on the shoulder of the husband. His gaze glared far into the white wall of his room.

"Yes, but I can rest easy, if you take Dara to Rifki. Of all these events that make me sure off Dara for Rifki. I'm sure Rifki's love for Dara is like my love for you." Let's just kiss his wife's forehead.

"Masa? But you're angry I keep fitting Dara's still traumatized." Ayu pouted if she remembered that moment.

"That's the usual thing, honey. Did my anger hurt you? I'm sorry then, yeah." Jaka kissed Ayu's back.

After that his hand pointed Ayu's head to face him. Slightly tilted her head to reach Ayu's tiny lips. As soon as their lips greeted each other, Jaka pushed Ayu's nape closer. One after another it always ends with their skin fused together.