You Are My Sunshine
The Part 145
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The sun had already completely sunk, left out with the arrival of the night that replaced it on the throne and blending its dark charm into all corners of the sky.
His legs slowly entered the cemetery. While continuing to step into his eyes explore the existence of flamboyant trees because Dara remembers very well near the tree where the tomb of Arif and also Almira are located.
About five steps in front of him was the tree in question. Dara immediately accelerated her foot movements armed only with illumination from a round yellow incandescent lamp installed every ten meters in the area.
He was in the last bed of Arif and Almira. Dara rested on the ground in the middle between the tomb of her father and foster brother. His hand rubbed the gravestones of two meaningful people in his life who had left first.
"Dad, Ma'am. I miss you guys...." For a moment his sentence paused as his throat began to clench holding back his sobs.
"I'm sorry, I just visited. Dad must be mad at me, right? because I rarely come here. So I'm being punished like this now" he said softly and bitterly.
The Dara POV
Dad, Ma. You were the first two people to embrace me in a warmth called family, who looked upon me as a precious fellow human being. My gratitude to you always flows, even if I thank you all my life it will not be worth your infinite love.
Dad, Ma. Maybe it's true that I don't deserve to be side by side with Mas Wira. I should have realized that my marriage to her happened because of Ma'am's request. At first I just wanted to fulfill my promise as an expression of my gratitude to you. And then I became greedy, presumptuously in love and wanted to have it by my side, forever.
Now a reality that was forgotten forced me to awaken. Where I come from, I don't even know. I want to go as far away from this reality as possible, like a loser with no guts.
But where should I go? I have no place to go but Mas Wira, where Mbak has entrusted me to the person who once knit a story with you and who would have thought now he is very much in love.
If I leave like a coward, I will still have my son with me even though a piece of my heart will remain with him. It's just that it means I've deliberately separated my son from his father because of my inability to survive even though I'll deny it later. Certainly in the future must hide his identity, then what if later my son asked who and where his father.
But I don't want my son to be like me. Who does not know his origin and also does not have a full parent. Even though he has me, but it won't be the same because my son also needs the affection of his father.
For that, Dad, Ma'am. After I think about it again, I will never be able to walk away from his side. My son and I need it. I hope I can fight for my household while lifting my chin with confidence. I will try to keep myself grounded with the people I love.
The Dara POV end
Dara was still crying bitterly as she squealed. Unbeknownst to him, since then some of the men who gathered at the coffee shop and also pretended to make a pilgrimage were the men of Wira.
They made sure his master's wife was safe with close supervision and now Wira had half her way to retrieve her soul mate.