You Are My Sunshine
The Part 33
Since the departure of Almira, Wira locked himself in his room, even food was delivered by the servants to the room. Every time they were about to take an empty plate, the food that was served so much was only reduced by one spoon.
Haris almost daily contacted the butler of the house to ask about his son. He was very worried, though eager to visit, but he knew what Wira needed right now was to calm down.
While Dara, although still very hard hit, sad and fragile, tried to stay strong. She did not want to be a weak woman, especially now that her only life support had already left her.
Every time the meal came, Dara just sat alone at the dinner table. He always tried to swallow food that chewed though difficult, Dara was determined to be a tough man because to stay strong face the reality of his body needs energy.
Although not infrequently, in the midst of eating his tears broke his defense without permission, his hands clenched clapping his chest that felt pain and tightness.
"I must be strong, I must be strong." That was the sentence that Dara recited every time the sadness came to the surface.
*****
It had been thirty days and this was the first time the Hero had come out again from his room. The handsome man looked messy, his face was thin and thin, his eyes popping with pockets, and his jaw that had grown irregular because he did not shave it with the usual routine.
Wira knocked on the door of Dara's room and before long the door opened revealing the figure of the pale-skinned skinny girl in front of him.
"What's up, brother?" ask Dara.
"Prepare, thirty minutes later we will leave for my village at the top" said Wira.
"To the top, to what? are you planning to take a vacation while we're still in a mourning mood?" his voice was fierce with a denouncing tone.
"There's something important we have to do, I'll explain it there. I'll wait in the car, so hurry up!" his orders with a flat and cold expression. The hero turned around and left Dara still pensive in the doorway.
The sound of the car horn sounded so loud that Dara who was daydreaming again realized, she immediately grabbed her bag and jacket without carrying anything else and ran small down the stairs.
Dara was astonished when she wanted to get into the car, was her sister-in-law really planning to take a vacation? Inside there was the mother of Rina the butler of the house and also Fatih the assistant of Wira in the hospital.
They allowed Dara to sit in the middle seat of the passenger, while Mr. Jono sat in front holding the steering wheel with Wira next to him. The girl decided to sit in the back seat only, and along the way there was only silence and the roar of the car engine that cut through the streets.
*****
During the day they have arrived at their destination, traveling smoothly without any transverse events such as congestion or obstacles in the vehicle. The car they were riding in entered the parking area of a villa adjacent to the famous tourist attractions at the top. A simple but beautiful building, painted white with various types of greenery dominates throughout the yard, making a cool and fresh atmosphere immediately greet when the car door opens.
Because the departure of Almira too suddenly made Dara continuously feel the tightness that hit her heart. But, after inhaling the peak fresh air he felt his mood a little more relieved.
They all went inside, there were already some people who gathered like to hold an event even though the preparations looked simple, Dara still did not understand what was really happening here, he stood frozen in the doorway unwilling to enter.
Dara's eyes caught Wira conversing with a woman about forty years old, then the woman approached her.
"So this is the candidate? come with me Non, we have to hurry because in an hour the event will start" said the woman as she pulled Dara's wrist.
"Eh, wait, what event is there? and what does it mean that I should get ready?" asked Dara who frowned questioningly.
"Today we're getting married fulfilling Almira's request, so get ready!" said Wira flat while passing and not looking again.