Prisoner's Wife Raka
9. Terrified

The sun has come home, the night has come. The moon appeared in the sky without a friend. However, it still shines like it is encouraging people who are sad. A light gust of wind shook the tree branch, aborting the fragile dry leaves.

Dinara was ready in the kitchen, she wrestled to make dinner. Some carrots are cut by it, then put in a pot. The girl cooked a capcay, one of the side dishes she could make. "So, where are you going?" dinara asked when she saw Raka coming out of the room in a neat shirt.

Raka then walked up to Dinara to peek at his wife's cooking. "You go outside" he answered. Seeing Dinara frowning and putting on an annoyed face, she commented a thin smile. "Just a minute."

Dinara took a long breath. "I'm not cooking for me, for Brother, either." Her tone was like being scolding her husband in general.

"Gue's home, right." Raka doesn't seem to care much. The man breezed to retrieve the car keys located on the dining table. Then, he waved to Dinara. "Gue go first, yes," he said.

Not daring to do much, Dinara just nodded his head. "It's not too late to go home!" remember Dinara, then her husband walked away from her.

Although he did not like it, Raka was still Dinara's husband. Feeling a little disappointed because the man left, even though Dinara was willing to sacrifice her learning hours to do the task as a wife. He grumbled throughout the cooking show.

"Ready!" Dinara said while putting the results of his cooking on the dining table. He sparkled to see the vegetable capcay had the exact same appearance, as made by the mother usually. Then, Dinara saw a wall clock in the living room, it had been almost an hour Raka left the house. "Say for a minute" he murmured.

Dinara breathed a sigh of excitement, then went to the middle room. "I'll wait, man," he said, turning on the television and sitting on the couch.

Alone, Dinara felt uneasy in his heart. There was only the sound of the television flashing, the girl started to get scared and hugged both her legs. It was getting late, but Raka did not come home. "Sister, go home, brother," said Dinara.

He picked up the phone lying on the table, then dialed a number by Raka's name. Rang, but the call was not received.

More than five times, Raka still did not receive phone calls from Dinara. The girl bit her lips. For the umpteenth time, Dinara gave up and threw her phone aside.

Dinara could not, her tears began to drip and her breathing was wheezing. His chest tightened due to his trauma relapsed. The thing he was most afraid of, Dinara cried. Already feeling weak, he watched the television and ran to the room, then locked the door.

Darkness always calms his fears. Dinara clutched on the mattress while sobbing. That fragile body trembled violently like there was a stun. His breathing was hunting, just because Raka had not yet returned home.

"Did Raka lie? Is he really living for me?"

"He purposely walked away from me?"

"She left me alone ." Dinara said in a hoarse voice.

"Again."

The night silenced everything, but the cry of the girl was loud in her heart. Hiding the face behind a blanket, stuffing the mouth with a pillow, and firmly grasping the sheets. Dinara tried to calm himself down, although it would never work before someone awaited to come.

"Sister," cried Dinara to the last, before his vision was blurry and everything was dark.

At one in the morning, the man had just set foot in the apartment. Raka wretched not seeing the nose of the wife. He walked up to the dinner table and found a large bowl of capcay vegetables. "There's still a lot" said Raka. Then, look at the door of Dinara's room that was tightly closed. "Was he waiting for me?"

Raka stood right in front of the door of Dinara's room, moving her burly hand to knock. One tap, which was slow from a little fear. The second time, Raka banged because there was no answer. "The middle must be sleeping" he said. "But, when I'm gedor gini, he doesn't hear?"

The man slammed his body on the soft mattress, his back as if lifting a lot of weights. Raka reached into his pocket to pick up the phone, then a message from someone made him rise from his sleep.

Noun Dinara

[Sorry Raka, Mommy wants to ask]

[Because things are fine, right? The feeling of the mother is not good]

Raka rounded her eyes when she saw the contents of that last message.

[You if you want to go, do not forget to say goodbye to Dinara, if you can invite him to come with you. Don't stay with Dinara alone in the apartment, she's traumatized.]

He ran as fast as lightning going to Dinara's room. Banging on the door hard, then Raka tried to lower the doorknob that turned out to be unlocked. Raka rounded his eyes when he saw Dinara clutching there. "North!" screech the man.

"Ra! The dinara!" Raka patted Dinara's cheek softly, but got no response from the girl. Then, Raka confirmed his wife's sleeping position. "Fainting."

The heat stings Raka's skin when it comes in contact with Dinara. "Compress," said Raka, then rushed into the kitchen.

With all her heart and gentle treatment, Raka swept away the sweat dripping on Dinara's forehead with a wet handkerchief. Raka was stunned to see Dinara's sweet, soothing face. "Sorry, Beautiful," muttered Raka.

A while after, Dinara opened her eyes, making Raka sigh in relief. The girl hugged Raka's body without warning until the owner was surprised not playing. "Ra?"

"Don't go, brother! I-I'm scared" Dinara said in a trembling voice.

Raka stroked Dinara's head gently, calming the girl down. Dinara's body was still shaking, his heartbeat was still abnormal. "I'm sorry, I've been away a long time" Raka said.

Dinara looked down deeply, wiping away the tears along with the dripping snot. It was a mess on his face at the moment, pale lips and messy hair. "I'm traumatized, Brother."

"Actually, where's Raka from?" ask Dinara.

"Car race," Raka replied, clearly and like no load.

Dinara shook his head, he did not care now because there was less.

An imperfect night, the fear of loss so haunts Dinara. Past events hurt his heart that can not be lost from memory, very imprinted. However, the cause still wants Dinara met, always and will be the same.

"I'm hungry, brother. Wait for Brother not to come, until I pass out." Dinara let out a long sigh, stroking his empty stomach only filled with wind. "Eat, yuk!" bring Dinara.

"Sorry, yeah, it's freaking you out." Raka stood up from her seat. "Gue panasin your cooking first. Wait here!" said the man, then walked away.

Dinara commented on the thin smile seeing it, as if given attention. This is the same as the story before, but it is different also because Raka came back for him, while someone left and came at an inappropriate time.