
In the large room of the residence of Wira and Dara, the main lights have been turned off, leaving only dim lighting from the sleeping lights in the corner of the room. Selena was asleep, while Wira was washing herself.
The large curtains facing the garden opened, Dara sat on a long sofa in front of a large translucent glass that freed her eyes exploring the beauty of the garden beside the house at night.
In his hand was an amlpop, grasping it tightly almost squeezing it, as if he was gathering determination as well as the strength to be able to open its contents. His face lowered, his eyes looked back at the brown envelope, then remembered his aunt's words earlier this afternoon before they returned home from the funeral.
Dara, this is the house letter that your mother left a few days before she died. She asked Aunt to give it to you when she was no longer in this world. Aruna wants you to sell the house and donate the money to the orphanage. Then, this is an envelope with money for the waiter who took care of her all this time, and this is one more envelope, especially for you from your mother.
The rustling of the opened paper broke the silence of the room, although with a slight tremble Dara finally ventured to open the envelope and tried to read the contents.
My dear son, Anandara.
By the time you read this letter, I may have met your father. Mom can't wait to tell her how her daughter grew so beautiful, beautiful in her heart.
Dara, your forgiveness for mom is like a big lake of sweet honey that soothes thirst, like a shady umbrella when the heat whacks, like a warm blanket when a cold night strikes.
My people, forgive the mother who has inflicted wounds on your heart, let you take a sip of grief every night, a silent sigh in your song of longing.
My son, thank you for all your affection for taking care of my mother, a woman you don't even deserve to call Mom. May happiness always surround your life.
From your bad mother.
Arunas
A month passed, Dara was already busy with her lectures. He was not much sad anymore, especially Wira always reminded him that what his mother needs is do’a, not tears.
Although now the lecture schedule does not coincide with his two friends again, but Dara remains excited and learns more because he wants to finish his lecture faster than others, after graduation, she wants to focus on taking care of her small family without having to be divided into her studies.
After college this weekend afternoon, Dara headed to her favorite coffee shop to meet her two best friends, they promised to meet because they had not been together for a long time. He used to hang out there with Freya and Anggi.
After marriage, he only got together occasionally. Her son and husband are now her top priority, although Wira never forbade her to just hang out or shop together, her husband once said that Dara also needs to socialize with her friends as long as she can manage the time and stay confident in the trust she gives.
“Duh kangennya,” screams Freya and Anggi who immediately frenzied ala girls when welcoming Dara as soon as they saw him enter the cafe.
“I also miss you guys, huhuhu.” Dara hugged them back by putting on a hardened face.
“Hey I can't believe, after marriage you feel like you miss more for your sex husband is it?” decak Anggi and Dara were just grinning and then they broke their arms and landed their respective buttocks on the red-colored cafe chair, they sat in a circle forming a group.
“Akhh, my husband is hard not to imagine, I almost crazy made because it is too love,” said Dara while smiling himself like a mad person in the effect of being drunk romance.
“Basic bucin!” said Feya who then shuddered in horror. “I'm afraid, if later I will be bucin too, oh tidaaakkkk... This is terrible!” Freya patted her own cheeks tightly.
“Later you will also feelain, just wait for the date of the game how you will bucin the same Fatih, especially if you are married and... and_” Saying Dara hanging in the air, the beautiful-eyed beauty even folded her lips.
“And what?” The two leaned over with curious faces, while Dara began to blush red and blush.