DALLAS
CHAPTRE 16

"I don't want to talk about this. I will accept all your anger and hatred for me, because I am ending this relationship. But I beg you this time just get in my car now!" take Dara with a serious look.

At that time I could not refuse it. Dara took my hand and pulled me into her car in the back seat. And at that time it was very quiet no one passed by on the road.

When Dara and I were in the car and sitting in the back seat of Dara's car. Suddenly Dara hugged me slowly, both hands patted my back as if I was a sad little child. And Dara was like a mother trying to calm down this sad and hurt feeling of mine, I just fell silent as I closed my eyes and tried to hold back my tears.

"Cry, and let go of all that makes your heart hurt. There's no shame, there's only me here." whispered Dara.

At that moment I immediately hugged Dara very tightly, my head was right under Dara's neck, I cried in her arms and I felt comfortable when close to her, Dara's warm embrace made me feel calm. I don't know how long I hugged Dara, because I fell asleep in her arms.

"Dallas.. are you awake?" dara's voice sounded very close to my ears. When I opened my eyes I was still in Dara's car.

"Why did I fall asleep, how long did I sleep?" ask me with eyes that are still a little sleepy.

"An hour you're asleep, I was gonna wake you up but I know you must be really tired." Answer Dara who is sitting in front of the steering chair.

"Where are we?"

"We're at the park near your house, I purposely brought you here so that after you wake up you can go straight home."

"Home, home?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, thank you for driving me home, I'm leaving first." I said with a smile on my face.

"Yes, same Dallas."

That day I could smile a little more when Dara was beside me, I went home and so did Dara. When I got home that dark day came back to me, even all the bad memories that had happened to me since childhood suddenly came back again.

Fear, solitude, anger began to gnaw at me slowly. Very quiet, that day at home there was only me and Bi Munah who was busy cleaning the house as usual.

"No, there's no way my mom and dad are dead, they're in Canada I'm just dreaming" I said with mixed feelings.

Suddenly the house phone rang startling me, Bi Munah picked it up.

"Hallo... Dallas? Yes, he's the son of Brian and Elga's mother, wait a minute I call." Bi Munah hung up the other end of the phone with her hand and called out to me.

"Dallas, there's someone from Mr. Brian's office who wants to talk to Dallas!"

"With me?" I was confused as I walked closer to him.

"Call..."

"Are you really the son of Brian and Elga Alm's mother?"

"Yes right."

I immediately hung up after talking for more than 2 minutes with the man from my father's office in Canada.

The man said that all the wealth owned by my father was handed over to me. But unfortunately my mother and father had debts to some other company, because at that time when my father was almost bankrupt, my father borrowed considerable money to several companies. So all the wealth that my father gave me ran out to pay all his debts.

And maybe when I'm in 12th grade I should start looking for a part-time job. From that day on, I lost everything but I am grateful that I still have this house that I lived in as a child.

I even had to send Bi Munah home because I was afraid I would not be able to pay him.

"What's? No problem with Dallas giving Bi Munah a small salary, Bi Munah worried how will Dallas eat and clean this house? if Bi Munah doesn't work here?" Said Bi Munah who was surprised after I spoke to him so that he would just stop working at my house, because I was afraid that I could not pay him.

"I can do everything myself. Well this, this is Bi Munah's salary for this month and more Bi Munah can save, or Bi Munah just open a stall in the village later." I said while giving his salary and some money so that Bi Munah could open a stall or small business later in his village.

It is very heavy to release Bi Munah, but I also feel sorry for her she has started to age even the wrinkles on her face are starting to look.

I can't bear it if he keeps working to clean up my house every day by himself. My house is quite big and must be very tired going up and down the stairs to clean it.

Bi Munah hugged me like his own son, Bi Munah was happy after I told him to open a business instead of having to work at my house as a maid.

"Hopefully the goodness of Dallas is reciprocated by God."

"Ya Bi Aamiin's. Remember not to be too tired at this age of Bi Munah, Aunt should rest a lot, and do not get sick."

Bi Munah left that day and now that I have to take risks, I have to get used to cleaning my own house.

This was the second day I was suspended from school, the second day after the departure of my father and mother and also the second day after I dropped out of Dara. When I woke up I ran downstairs for breakfast.

"What breakfast is it today?" I shouted as I slowly descended the stairs. But when I looked at the kitchen there was no Bi Munah there even on the table there was no food.

"Ah I forgot, Bi Munah is no longer working..."

And all of a sudden I get a call from Mr. Harris.

"Hello."

"Dallas, tonight you have to go back to training, there will be a fight tomorrow night in the usual place. And remember you have to win a prize this time bigger than yesterday."

My mind suddenly changed after hearing what Mr. Harris said about the big prize.

"Yes I'm going to practice tonight" I replied and hung up.

That day I was thinking, do I have to be serious about always following illegal MMA fights for money?

****

"What! you serious? so I don't have to force you to fight MMA anymore?" asked Mr. Harris with his wide eyes.

"I'm serious." I replied coldly.

Yep. That night I told Mr. Harris and coach Bimo that I wanted to follow the illegal MMA. But on condition that I also have to earn money from the prize if I win later.

"Sure, you'll get the money."

Now I'm getting into the darkness I'm walking the wrong way. I love fighting in the ring anyway, so I don't care if it's illegal or legal anymore. At that time I also remembered about my contract signature on the stamp duty with Mr. Harris.