Prisoner's Wife Raka
6. Raka or Abram?

...HAPPY READING...

Light in the middle of the darkness with the sound of rain, is still a favorite for Dinara. As the mood worsens, they are the highest throne in Dinara's life. The gurgling of falling water is played through the YouTube platform, the gentle muttering of the narrator makes motivation for him.

Most people do not like the sound of rain, even fear. However, Dinara loves him, but when accompanied by lightning, Dinara hates him. It is relaxing but sometimes scary. Like the feeling of love, when afraid to give sincere feelings to the wrong person.

Art and design majors are Dinara's own choice. Want to have something with a self-made picture. However, the girl still has not determined what to do to realize her ideals.

While focusing on his picture book, there was a knock on the door from outside. Dinara then turned and went to open. Rania turned out to be standing there with a fluffy smile. "There is Mama Raka" he said.

Dinara rounded her eyes to hear it, then nodded briefly. "Then?" ask Dinara.

"Yes meet your future in-laws! He's here to find you."

"Search me?"

"Hunter, change the shirt! The time of the rut."

Dinara clucked in annoyance, then closed the door. His clothes seem relaxed, knee-length shorts and plain shirt. For the sake of his mother, he changed to meet the woman who was looking for him. Mama-in-law? Well, Dinara has two mothers now.

Kania was in the middle room, she was enjoying the bread served by Rania. The two talked lightly while waiting for Dinara. "Later, if Raka's wedding is with Dinara, you make a lot of bread for treats, yes!" Kania. "So much for that."

Rania laughed at the compliments of her future besi. The woman felt proud of herself for having found a new family, which was good for the princess. "Yes, thank you" replied Rania.

"Ma." The soft voice came from Dinara who was standing behind Rania. Then, he shook Kania's hand and smiled knotfully. "Sorry, it's been a long time" Dinara said.

"It's okay." Kania ordered Dinara to sit next to him, then he stroked the girl's head. "I didn't choose wrong" Kania said.

One room echoed the sound of Rania's laughter. "I'm sorry to go back, okay?" said Rania, reciprocated nod by Kania. Then, the woman breezed away leaving Dinara alone with her future mother-in-law.

There were no signs of Raka's existence. Dinara raised his head to peek outside the house through the window, there was really no one. "His brother did not come," said Kania, Dinara then embarrassed half to death.

"You know each other, right?" Dinara. "How was your first meeting?" ask Kania.

Dinara felt something overflowing from within him. If he remembered the first meeting, he hated it so much. "On campus, Auntie," Dinara replied, stumbling.

"How's it?"

"You can say it's not fun. You see that time, Kak Raka suddenly appeared and almost hit me."

Kania was a little surprised, she knitted her two eyebrows together. "Kok the story is different with Raka, huh?"

"What do you think, Auntie?"

"When Raka came across, you were scrambling on a bike and you hit him."

The girl rounded her eyes, her lips slightly opened. Dinara shook his head slowly, not thinking about the man. "Aunty's son is lying" Dinara said, bowing his head in order to draw Kania's sympathy. "Sir Raka who crossed haphazardly."

It could be a bad name Dinara if the woman believes Raka's false story.

.....

A fine restaurant that offers views of the city from above. Special service and food. They were talking seriously about the marriage of their son and daughter.

Rania, Kania, Roni, Nek Hani, and Dio-papa Raka gathered there. They occasionally laugh when discussing the children they are about to match up with.

"The meeting of those who make them do not get along" said Kania.

"You don't want to, they have to stay married" added Nek Hani.

In the marriage talks, Dinara and Raka should have participated. However, Dinara excuse me to go outside to get some fresh air. Not long after, Raka followed Dinara.

The girl was alone on the balcony of the restaurant, staring far ahead. The night wind hit his face that looked unenergized. Kalut, he was confused by his feelings. "Why could I refuse Brother Abram's invitation?" Dinara monologued, the sound of the vehicle below answered him. "And all this time I've been hoping we can go back to what we used to be."

Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. Dinara's mind was full, between still receiving an arranged marriage with Raka or returning with Abram. "Are they both?" However, Dinara shook her head strongly, she was not a woman who was not enough with one man.

"What do you think?" A heavy voice came from behind, making Dinara briefly stunned. Raka's footsteps were heard approaching, the man then stood beside Dinara, doing the same. "Think of me or ...." The sentence hangs until Dinara is curious.

"Do you think of Abram?"

Dinara was shocked, how could he say that?

"meaning?" ask Dinara, don't understand.

"Gue knew your relationship in the past. Abram told me about a girl, but I never knew who she was." Raka paused with her words, staring at the late girl in front of him. "It turns out the girl was lo, Dinara," said Raka.

Dinara swallowed the saliva that was concerned because his throat felt dry. He did not dare to stare at Raka, only glancing at her glance, but over and over again.

"Don't worry, you're mine now" Raka chirped.

"Gue knew, you had to marry me and I was the same. But, what's wrong with us accepting this to happy parents?"

"Gue wants to make a deal so you're lighter on their decision." Dinara raised his gaze, their netra clashed against each other. "If more than three months we still do not love each other, you can ask to stop and we can separate," said Raka. In the sentence, it contains seriousness, without jokes.

Dinara felt his heart pounding, let alone Raka reaching out as a form of agreeing to the agreement. Then, without thinking and feeling confident, Dinara shook Raka's hand which felt rough and muscular.

Raka shook, the sensation of her heart and brain melted like a person in love. The soft hand he was holding, wanted to always hold Raka. The two were stuck in each other's minds while looking at the two hands being fused.

The date changed, noon after returning from campus, Dinara was surprised by the parcel lying on the bed. The condition of the house is also quiet, it looks like the mother is leaving. He was curious to open a tote bag with a picture of the flower. His eyebrows are linked to each other. "Invitation?"

Dinara took one fruit from the many things. A blend of cream and gold, as well as pink roses. It is clearly written there the name of the couple who will get married. Raka Arona and Dinara Sarafati.

Dinara's heart was chaotic, tears could not be contained by him. I don't know, it's a strange taste. Happy, but sad. So, what is love? Or angry?

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