You Are My Sunshine
Part 147's
As the night breeze felt increasingly cold sweeping the surface of the skin. Wira immediately invites Dara to get into the car in the passenger seat. He put on a jacket and also poured honey ginger tea from the thermos that was prepared by Ms. Rina.
"Drink to warm the body and also relieve nausea. Your face is even icy cold and pale." Wira rubbed Dara's cheeks gently with a worried look.
"I'm okay, Mom. Really." Dara tried to calm down the hero.
"This is a little snack to just stuff your stomach. You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" The hero opened the orange stock box from the paper bag and gave it to Dara.
"Sorry, it's worried you." Dara looked at her husband full of guilt.
"Next time do not repeat. I almost died like that. If something is weighing on you, tell me, do not be held captive and make a decision alone. Like you said, shouldn't we share whether it's joy or sorrow because that's the point of humans living in pairs in this world" explained Wira as he looked at his wife closely.
"What actually happened? there's no way you've suddenly gone this far without my permission if nothing bothers you. I heard my mom visited the college this afternoon. Did he say something to you," Wira asked as she stroked Dara's head.
Dara exhaled as she tried to prepare herself and then rested herself on the chest of the most comfortable field in the world which was welcomed by her husband.
"Last few days and also this afternoon things happened that honestly made me depressed. I'll tell you everything, Mom. But for now let me hug you like this." Dara tightened her arms as if afraid of losing.
"I'll be frank, whether or not Mas believe me later. After hearing that all the decisions are with you and I will accept whatever it is," he said still in the arms of Wira.
The hero raises Dara's chin to look up to her until their netra is rubbed. "Why talk like that. Am I not worthy enough as a husband that you doubt my faith in you hmm?"
Dara shook her head slowly and then stretched the back of her hand caressing the sturdy jaw of the Hero. "I've always believed in you" she replied.
"Mas, now I want to go home. I miss home. But what about my bike? even the gas is empty."
"Don't worry about your bike, I'll make sure tomorrow morning the historic bike is parked in the garage. But before we go home can you wait for me for a minute? I want to say hello to your brother, "he asked.
"of course. Ma'am must miss you too Mas" said Dara with a sweet smile.
"Waiting for that snack. I won't be long." The woman kissed the top of Dara's head then got out of the car and re-entered the cemetery.
The man made a pilgrimage to Arif's tomb first and then later sat cross-legged in the grass near Almira's tomb.
"Mira. I'm coming," he said a little stuttered. The spirit tried to neutralize his breath because his chest felt tight.
"May I tell you this? I. I honestly want to expose all my pain to you for the wounds you have inflicted. I feel like I failed at being a husband when I found out that during my bond with me my wife always harbored a deep sense for her old love. Do you know what my heart was like then? Crumple. Coupled with your departure the wound is deepening and gaping."
The hero was silent for a moment. The silence stretched, only the sound of crickets humming into each other was heard.
"I was once angry at the fate that had dragged me into such a whirlpool of storms. But Mira, you know what? now I'm very grateful to have met and had time to knit a story with you. Thanks to you I am now united with Dara. The beautiful twinkle of the light of the soul, the healer of the wounded heart. After I think about it, maybe God wants us to go through an unusual destiny journey to be reunited with a real soulmate."
Wira's hand rubbed the tombstone of Almira before returning to connect her sentence.
"For that Mira, your apology at that time I have received with a chest of air. I hope you are always happy there. Don't worry about Dara, I promise to take care of her for the rest of my life."