Tone of Nara
Chapter 12 Nada is Nara (part 2)

Flashbacks

Back my memory drifted to the past when I was going home to Mama in Bandung with Tania. I'm like

watching a movie in my head. I saw me sitting in the passenger seat, while Tania was controlling the car while listening to our beloved Kitaro music. We were driving in the rain and it was pitch black, because when we left it was nine o'clock. The roads are slippery and dangerous. The scenery in front is disturbed by thin fog and drizzle. Tania drives a car with a moment of heart.

“Tone, you realize no, two cars behind us, from earlier follow us?” tania said while looking into the rearview several times. I quickly rose from my sleepiness and looked back. There were two exactly the same black landrover cars, right behind us. Behind him is a red car that I seem to have seen. But because of the drizzle and thin abs, I'm not too sure.Tania tried to do a maneuver to ascertain whether the car was following us. And yes, yes, they are sticking and following us brightly now. Maybe they know that we are aware of their presence. Tania started to increase speed, trying to disappear from the twisting of the two cars. But suddenly the car moved uncontrollably. Tania started to look agitated.

“Why Tania? “ I asked a little fear My feelings at this time began to feel uncomfortable. Tania seemed to be thinking hard. I don't know what's on his mind, but he glanced at me and took a deep breath.

“Tone, whatever happens, if you can get out of the car, don't go back to the car. Hiding until those people leave. Don't trust anyone after that,” Tania said.

“Tania, don't talk ngawur. Concentrate on the car and stop,” I said. Tania looked smiling.

“No promise yes, live and be happy. You can't go back to the car no matter what. Take your phone and wallet, pouch, leave your bag now,” Tania said.

“Although confused, somehow I did what I said. When she was done, she asked for my ID and put the etch she put on her lap. Before long, one of the cars overtook us. Once in front of us, the car shone a blinding floodlight making Tania lose her way. Instead of controlling the car, Tania unlocked the car and removed my seat belt. He slammed the steering wheel to the left and the car opened and I was thrown out. After that, the car ran uncontrollably until it hit a roadblock and then a big tree not far from me. I who was thrown cried out in fear calling Tania's name. But I remember the word Tania said. Two Landrovers and a red sports car stopped not far from me. I who was in pain, limp and confused decided to lie behind the tree.

I saw four people get off two Lanrovers and two people get off a sports car. Just then my car started burning with Tania still in it. The six people instead of helping but slightly moved away watching my car explode and burn out. I could only cry in silence while biting my cardigan

not to be kicked by others. Sad, terrified and desperate, I sat behind a big tree.  After making sure my car was badly burned, the six men left the location. After they left, another vehicle stopped to help but it was too late.  I approached the highway near a vegetable car that stopped. The driver I knew was named Mang Udin

saw me.  His eyes opened to see my condition. He approached me and gave me some water to drink and asked if I was a passenger in a burning car. I nodded as I continued to hold my breath without a sound. I can't speak. When Mang Udin was about to call for help and the police, I immediately prevented him. I don't want anyone to know that I'm alive. I tried to calm myself down.

“Sorry Mang Udin, I beg you not to tell anyone that I am still alive. It's against me my safety and my life. Let people assume I was dead in the accident. If possible, I'm hitching a ride on Mang Udin for tonight. Sleeping in a vegetable tub is okay. The important thing is that I leave here without knowing the person who deliberately harmed me.” I said. Mang Udin seemed to be thinking hard. Yes who

who wants to trust a fat and ragged woman camping with a tired and dirty face. But I finally breathed a sigh of relief when Mang Udin agreed. He told me to get on the front seat and ask for his knuckle in the back.  After sitting down, tired of coming back to me. Without realizing it, I fell asleep, until someone woke me up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Mangn Udin waking me up with an old woman of stature

similar me. Mang Udin said that we have arrived at his house. He introduced the woman as his mother and asked me to come down. I greeted Mom, as she called to him, and kissed her hand. Mother gently stroked my head giving a sense of comfort. My mother told me to take a shower and eat. Mom lent me a shabby negligee. I'm sure it's his, but I don't care. I really need clean clothes right now, not a good bagu. After eating, my mother told me to rest in the room, which she said was Mang Udin's room. While mang Udin sleeps on a mattress in the middle room.

On the third day, I decided to go home, with Mang Udin.. Right now, my shirt and pants are not fit to wear because of yesterday's accident. Only my cardigan remains. I borrowed Mom's shirt. Turns out Mom gave me her best clothes, but even that looks old and shabby. It's okay, the important thing is that the clothes can protect my body well.

When I checked the clothes I was wearing, I found five thousand dollars in my baby's pocket. Since Mang Udin was willing to drive me home like mother requested, I only kept a hundred thousand for the handle.  I gave him two thousand serratus sheets in my pants pocket. And two sheets

I gave it to Mom. At first she refused, but I insisted. No matter how much I owe Mom and Mang Udin, the money I gave was not enough. I promise that one day if I survive, I will come back here and return their goodwill.

When I reached the end of the road to my house, I saw a yellow flag bearing my name. Based on the experience of the accident that made my best friend die in my place, I was increasingly aware of the danger that threatened me. That's why I asked to go down at the end of the road. I'm wearing a shabby negligee belonging to Emah, a mask and a hijab.  I asked Mang Udin to confirm the yellow flag. The person I asked, who I knew was Mr. Idrus, explained that the one who died was Nada. Mang Udinpun initiative

my last place stood looking at Juli who was very familiar with my mother-in-law and my two sisters-in-law. My heart feels sore. Moreover, some of the neighbors who came out of my house, gossiping and mocking my death due to suicide.  I want to scream, I'm still here ! But I realized, if I now appear, then this one village will be stirred. How not, they just buried my body and I appeared again in a shabby shirt like this.

After I calmed down, I decided to go home from the back door. Silent silence I sneak into the house towards the backyard that is always quiet. I saw there, Mother and her son were sitting in the gazebo drinking tea and eating cake. You ask why I stopped and hid? Do you think I should say hello, then hug my in-laws, husband and sisters-in-law, when I hear my name called with a loud laugh? It won't.

When I entered, I did not have time to say hello, I heard insults from the mouth of Pradipta and his family. They also talked about their luck at Nada's death. After I listened carefully from my hiding place, they were happy to obtain the treasure of Hermawan. Pradipta also said that he was happy to finally marry July immediately after Nada died, without having lost the Hermawan treasure. Pipit proposes that Pradipta marry July immediately. However, this proposal was not approved by Prita.

“Don't mas, don't get married now. Wait a few months until people forget the tone. The problem is, Nada we say suicide because stress is too fat and ugly. We also said Tone of depression from the viral video with July. People can be suspicious later. Kak Juli again who can impact and blame people. Better wait a minute for the best results. All of Nada's legacy is already in us. Later we find all his letters and immediately return the name to the Pradipta mas. Do not let the Hermawan wife take it,” said Prita who was greeted by a nod from others. They are so evil. I've been fooled by them for eight years.

After that, the four of them still continued to talk and insult the fat and ugly Tone. According to them, rather than littering the scenery and continuing to be a burden, dying was the best choice Nada had ever made.  At that time, Nada's eyes fell on Pradipta who paled slightly with Prita's words. But his face soon returned flat.

I heard all of that from my hiding place. My body was shaking and cold sweat. No, not because of hunger or pain, but because of anger. It turned out that my family and I were so easily fooled by them. It feels like only Papa is aware that they are not good people. I remember Papa's message to keep the papers of our assets well. Papa advised not to reverse the name and entrust it to anyone including Pradipta. Fortunately, although a little dislike and had to face Pradipta who was offended, I obeyed papa's words. Now I have to go into my room and save our asset papers. Soon I

leave them and sneak in. After taking all my jewels and money and all the Hermawan's letters of assets, I left Papa's estate. Let me leave this house for a while, but I don't want it if it will be the damn actor who enjoys the results of papa's hard work.

I slipped back out through my driveway. Pradipta and family are not there. Maybe you are in front of welcoming guests. I made it out. For the last time I want to look at the Hermawan residence, where I grew up. I looked at my house, from the security guard post where I was nosed yesterday. At that time I saw two women who I knew and loved coming out of the house while questioning. Mama looked weakly led by Sandra. Mama looked very sad and devastated. Yes, who would not be beaten and sad if it is said his son committed suicide and died in a horrible way, burned alive.

“I'm sorry ma, I will definitely come back and explain everything, someday. I'll come to you when it's time,” I muttered. I almost lost to my will. I wanted to run after my mom and get in her car. But I realized that I had to do something first before I went back to my family and the Pradipta family. I only have a few months to get back to taking Pradipta's love, hugging my mama and looking for people who want to harm me. I don't know why I feel like Juli and the pradipta are involved there.

I had to change first, fight to be thin and become a female figure who can make a Pradipta fall in love. I have to change my total appearance, to be better than July. I must win Pradipta's heart if I want to return to that house. I must take my revenge by turning into a beauty.

I re-emerged on the makeover program that I had followed but I decided to stop to keep the good name of Pradipta and his family. I'll go back to taking that chance no matter the risk. I know it won't be easy. Even to convince a producer I once let down by stepping down impromptuly and

one-sided, it's gonna be super hard. But I have to try and I can. I took the business card I was given. I turned over the business card and there was an address I got when I was a Makeover participant. At that time I was asked to meet the producer at his house to discuss my withdrawal from the show. But I never came, chose to go back to Bandung until it had to be hit by an accident.

I know, the Makeover producer, whose name is Mahardika, might still not like me. Yet I

must try to meet him and ask him to help me whatever the consequences and whatever the cost that I have to pay.  I believe, with the help of Mahardika the makeover expert, facial reconstruction and image building, I can completely change my appearance. I'll be able to make over for my revenge plan.

Until at a house without a fence that impressed minimalist, I stopped. This is the Mahardika house, according to the address given.The house in black and white looks simple, powerful and a little cold but elegant. Very Mahardika.

He hesitantly knocked on the house. It was late when I arrived at the Mahardika residence. Actually, I doubt myself, but I don't know where to go either. The money I have is not much. I have to keep it for food supplies until I get a job. As for where to stay, I don't know where to sleep tonight.

Knock on the door of the black house again, but there is no answer. I heard the music loud enough, I'm sure, there's someone inside. I searched for a bell that might be there, but I could not find it. Eve's getting late and a little spooky out here. And so without me noticing, I started banging on that door.

The door opened slightly and looked at a handsome wahaj there. I recognised. He is Mahardika, Mahardika the expert in makeover, facial reconstruction and image building, the owner of the PH Makeover event owner, as well as the producer of the event. From his reaction, Mahardika knew who I was.