You Are My Sunshine
The Part 202
The European production limited-edition shiny black car came out of the garage of its magnificent home. The hero draws and exhales regularly, trying to calm the pounding of his irregular heartbeat.
It took a lot of courage to make up his mind because it seemed as if his bad memories of the rain were reluctant to go and wanted to continue to haunt him. Rainwater began to splash on the windshield. However, the spark did not last long, swept by a car wiper who deftly did his job.
As usual, cold sweat began to manifest on his forehead as the car drove under the heavy jubilation. The greatness of the dark events began to approach him again, the sound of a car that stopped suddenly accompanied by the sound of human screams when the accident occurred filled the entire contents of his head and also continued to buzz in his eardrum with great.
The luxury car was seen pulled over on the shoulder of the road. The hero felt his hand holding the steering wheel cold as a lump of ice, his face growing pale as his blurred vision was overwhelmed by his trauma. He shook his head trying to shake off the shackles that were shaking him, refocusing his heart and mind to break away from the dark scrolls that were tormenting him.
Then, the words of encouragement that Dara always echoed to him came like a light that broke through the darkness filled all of him like a magic spell of guidance and healing of the soul.
I believe, I can. When the time comes, all of that will pass. I am here to accompany.
Dara always said that whenever Wira returned wallowing and slumped due to her inability to cope with her own trauma. His little wife was always able to make him back strong and confident when he was paper-absorbed and at his lowest point.
Dara's smile is as warm as the morning sun, her sweet voice when calling her name is soothing, and her beautiful eyeballs that always look at her lovingly as sincerely as possible, adorning her entire sanitary space at this time. It was as if it was giving him strength and convincing himself to profit crashing against the dark wall before him.
Do'a again pronounced it in the heart as his foot that stepped on the accelerator pedal to go back. Then out of nowhere it came, suddenly the sound of Almira ringing in his ear as if carried by the breeze.
Make peace with your past.
Almira who was smiling peacefully flashed in her mind, making Wira slightly gasp. "Mira.." he muttered, then Wira rubbed her face at a glance.
"Peace there, so that I may make peace here."
His mind that always shriveled when the rain visited him who was driving, now gradually disappeared. The dark shadow that surrounded him as if packing stepped away leaving him.
*****
Dara repeatedly glanced at his watch, not usually Mr. Jono was late to pick him up and the rain seemed reluctant to stop matching with the ground. Something bad happened on the way, he thought. He opened his bag and took his cell phone, looked for the driver's contact and contacted him.
"Hello Madam."
"Where has it been sir, has something happened? not usually you are late to pick up," asked Dara.
"Look Madam, I did not pick you up because _" Mr. Jono paused for a moment.
"Why Mr."
"Because it was you yourself who went to campus to pick you up" he replied.
"What!"
Dara rounded her eyes, anxiety instantly seethed throughout her bloodstream. It is true that last night Wira discussed trying to find out about her trauma of rain, but why her husband was even desperate with the condition of his wounds that have not recovered properly.
"Darling...."
The voice of Wira broke the worry that was eating away at him, Dara who was waiting around the parking lot immediately turned her body. Both legs seemed to float did not tread the earth, he stepped quickly though seemed powerless, scattering want to immediately embrace the beloved husband who had arrived safely smiling towards him.