Dara Manisku
A sad New Year's Eve

Dara finally came out of the house that he had been craving for. It has been five years married only one year can have their own home. After four years of going in and out of the contract.

“How much are you Rel!” whispered Dara inwardly as she rubbed her tears, her chest tight.

Heart-slicing new year's night, Dara walks in the rain, down a residential street dragging her pink suitcase .

Didn't feel Dara at the border of the main road, but suddenly....

Wwww.cepreeett..!byarr.

“Moreover this.. !” Dara fell limply on the sidewalk crying out for her fate.

That night was long for Dara, her wet and dirty clothes made Dara's situation even more sad.

The tightness in Dara's chest was overflowing. “I capeee...L'm...I'm kotoorr!” dara shouted while squeezing her clothes.

Dara remembered the treatment of the nightclub boss who was very insolent. Dara was disgusted by her body that had been touched by her Boss.

“Mba ? Mba...is it okay?” the voice stopped Dara's cry, the male figure touched Dara's shoulder and asked gently.

Slowly Dara got up and wiped her tears... “I.. L'm...I'm not pa-pa" .

It was raining heavily, the eyes of the man and Dara looked at each other.

Looks like they know each other, “wasn't this girl who was in the market at the time,”

Dara also began to realize, two months ago Dara had lost her flower wallet on the market.

“Where the hell is my wallet, lest I pick up?” thought Dara.

Not far from where Dara was standing, Dara saw a man holding Dara's wallet.

“Copeeet..! Dara running and ..plak!!! Dara's hand landed on the man's cheek.

“Astaghfirullah..!” what is my fault mba?” yelled Ihsan in shock. “You are the one who took this in my wallet!” Dara spoke with glaring eyes accusing the man named Ihsan.

“Yes Allah ...This wallet I found here earlier, and I was asking the merchant, whose wallet is this ? That's Loh mba, mba misunderstood !”

That was a glimpse of the meeting between Dara and Ihsan in the market, who would have thought that they met again when Dara was looking pitiful.

“Don't mind me..” replied Dara as she grabbed her suitcase and walked over ignoring Ihsan.

“Where are you going?” Ihsan asked, grabbing Dara's cold hand.

Dara threw Ihsan's hand, “ don't have to interfere with other people's affairs!” Dara replied with a trembling voice.

“This... just wear it!” Ihsan gave her black umbrella to Dara, Ihsan tried to persuade Dara, “Bawalah ..!”

Dara fell silent, "the man I slapped, why does he care about me?” dara's heart whispered in astonishment.

The night was getting late, Dara took the umbrella while looking at Ihsan who ran away while covering his head with a plastic package of crackles.

“There are still good people in this world” thought Dara, her heart that was so broken suddenly had a glimmer of hope.

“Taxii.. please take me to Jakarta sir", Dara left the place with a million hopes to be away from her husband Varel.

“From...Daraaaaa..lo can't go! Where do you. call Varel while roaring into his house, Varel was shocked and only realized Dara was gone, he was gone,

“gak.gak! This can't happen ...Yoda...!! Varel ran trying to chase after Dara who had long gone.

Soon Tiger gang, the owner of the nightclub where Dara worked as a singer came, “ there is no bang!.. five people enter Dara's house to tear apart looking for someone.

“Give Dara to me alive, while Varel...you want whatever!” Answer the nightclub owner's boss.

“ Ready Boss!” by rushing the gang got out of the house and started searching in a black Jeep car.

Along the way Dara stared blankly out the taxi car window, “De... jakarta where is De?” ask the taxi driver to Dara.

“We have been muting here from earlier, actually Adek to where?” ..“It's up to you. I'm also confused sir,”.

Dara replied hesitantly, then suddenly, “ STOP...Stop pack !” Stop here only sir!”.

“De..this is an empty building, seriously Dek?” Take a taxi driver

“Iya ..ga anything sir, here aja” Dara also came down from Taxi and spent some money while shaking because his hands were wet with cold.

Dara groped her suitcase into that dark empty building, this “ is better, yes this place is better than I have to sell myself”.

Dara convinced herself. Without a second thought he opened his suitcase and rolled out a blanket on the dusty floor and then broke his shabby body.

Dara who was shivering with coldness slept curled up while several times wiping her tears that would not stop.

“Pyarrr...pyarrr... bredett...dedeettt....!!”

The sound of dozens of firecrackers and fireworks could be heard clearly rubbing against each other at that time.

Dara got up and looked out of the building, seeing the beautiful sparkle of light from the fireworks on the new year's night.

With a sad smile he remembered the days of Junior High.

“If I hadn't married you Varel, I might have become a bachelor” by now. Dara regretted her decision, a marriage that did not get the blessing of her mother.

The next morning, Varel fell asleep at the patrol station.

“heyy.. go you ..basic bearer!” the cry of the old half man woke Varel who had the smell of drinking all over him .

“Apaan anyway sir..emang this lo home!” Answer Varel.

“Wake up!.. Otherwise, I flush you yes!” yelled the father even louder.

Varel finally woke up and staggered. Suddenly a black Jeep almost hit Varel.

“ hey ..it Varelkan?” ..”ya true, that brat makes a fuss me aja!” ..”Directly by aja!”

it turns out that the Tiger gang saw Varel and immediately brought Varel into their Jeep car.

Varel was taken to an empty house.

“Where is Dara!” shouted the Tiger gang's men who were interrogating Varel while beating his stomach many times.

“ampun.ampun bang..gue ga tahu bang..bener bang" Varel pleads in pain.

“ waste of time I just lo, how about if we just cut aja nih boy!” one of the Tiger gang's men was getting impatient, they immediately picked up a big piece of wood and wanted to hit Varel's head.

“ wait bang..!! Wait ... I know bang..I know where Dara.... I definitely take Dara to the Boss..promise bang!” yelled Varel trying to convince Tiger's gangmen not to kill him.

At that moment, Dara who was fast asleep inside the empty building did not realize that not so far away still in the same city, Varel was being tortured all out.

Will Dara ever see her husband Varel again ??