Because I Don't Want to Lose
49 - Searching

Sandra gave up calling Anaya, after her seventh call was not answered. Put the phone on the table. He looked at Izzar who was still sitting pensively in his chair. His face looks tired.

"Ngga answered too, Zar." Sandra complains. "Maybe he's gone home?"

Izzar shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't sure Anaya was back home. Didn't he just go avoid it? He became upset because he did not know where Anaya was. Plus by realizing the number has been blocked.

"You didn't try Randi's phone, maybe he knew where Anaya was?" sandra's advice.

"Randi is in Japan. Just come home next week. It's not good that I'm interrupting the holidays. After all, Anaya could not possibly complain to him at this time," replied Izzar.

"Mba Chewers?" Sandra suggests contacting Mba Kemi who accompanies Naira at her grandfather's house. "Anaya must have contacted him and Naira, right?

"I just called earlier. But Anaya didn't say where she was."

"What about Ridwan? Maybe he knows!"

Izzar looked at Sandra doubtfully. "I'm not sure I remember their relationship..."

Sandra sighed. He hopes to find a way out soon.

Izzar's phone is ringing. Mr. Arsyad's name is on his screen.

"Excuse me, I have to take this phone..."

Sandra pointed at the guest room. Although he does not know who defines him, he understands Izzar needs privacy.

Izzar rushed to the guest room and closed the door.

"Hello?"

"Where is it, Zar? I didn't get an answer."  Mr. Arsyad asked without further ado.

"Eeehh... I'm not with him. But, later I told you that Father called."

"I just want to let you know that Naira wants to take me to Subang, tonight."

"Yes, I'll tell him later" said Izzar. He sat on the edge of the bed that Anaya slept on last night without realizing there was an anxious tone in his voice.

Mr. Arsyad was silent there. Izzar wait.

"Izzar... You don't know where Anaya is, do you?" Mr. Arsyad declared his theft.

Izzar. He knew it was impossible to lie to this old man.

"Yes. He stayed at his best friend's place last night, but I don't know where he is now." Izzar pinched his forehead.

"Anaya's still mad about Sasika coming to your office?"

Although not surprising, he was also surprised because Mr. Arsyad knew the events of yesterday. But, he must be immediately understood. Naira's grandfather had eyes everywhere.

"I told you, if that woman bullies Anaya, I will act. And I did. So about Sasika, you don't have to worry anymore."

Izzar shut his mouth. Thumping also he wanted to know what Mr. Arsyad had done to his former fiancee. Even though yesterday he had immediately scolded Sasika all-out. Salah Sasika also still approached him, despite being told that Mr. Arsyad was very guarding Anaya.

"The problem, it seems not only about Sasika that makes Anaya angry like this. There's something else" Izzar tried to explain what Sandra told him.

"I understand that other thing. But you can't tell Anaya first. When your job is done, you can tell him. Be patient, at most another week."

Izzar's hands were clenched. Again he could not choose. His affair with Mr. Arsyad even risked he could lose Anaya.

"I'll help find Anaya. She must be safe. Just wait, I'll tell you where he is." Mr. Arsyad offered help.

"Yes. I wait. Thank you." Thank you."

Mr. Arsyad ended his call.

Tiredness prompted Izzar to break his body. The pillow on his side still leaves a little fragrant Anaya's hair. Izzar. How much he missed that hard-hearted woman. His eyes closed trying to rest his fatigue for a moment. Even though he fell asleep later.

"Izzar!"

Sandra's voice called out her name and a knock on the door woke Izzar up. He saw the clock, did not feel half an hour he fell asleep.

"Yes!"  Izzar opened the door. "Sorry I overslept."

"Sorry, if I wake you up" said Sandra. "But I just remembered something."

"What?" Izzar leaned his body on the door frame.

"Yes." Yeah." Izzar knows, and he tried to remember it a few weeks ago.

"He had a custom, a pilgrimage to the grave of his parents. His birth date is the same as his late mother. So, I'm sure he's there today." Sandra smiled after passing on her information.

"Do you know where the funeral is?"

Sandra rushes to her desk, picking up the post and the pen. He wrote the name of a cemetery complex, complete with blocks and the location number of his tomb. Also the full name of Anaya's parents, worried that Izzar did not memorize.

"Tomb his parents next door." Sandra thrust out the light yellow post it sheet. He knew all because he often accompanied Anaya on pilgrimage.

Izzar. "okay! I'm trying to get there!"

"If he calls me, I'll tell you."

"Thank you, San." Izzar prepares to leave.

"Eh yes! How's Anaya's car?" Sandra showed me the car keys at the dinner table.

"Can we just drop it here? Let's have a reason to meet when he takes it himself."

"okay."

Sandra locked the door. He called Anaya back. But still not answered.

"That's a hell of a you, Anaya!" yelling cursing.

He feels useless. Already Izzar did not want to give confirmation by telling the problem according to his version, Anaya also snickered him.

...***...

Izzar arrived at the cemetery at noon. With the instructions of the tomb guards, Izzar found the tomb of Anaya's parents. Both tombs were neatly covered in manicured and clean grass. There are no flowers on it. Then, Anaya has not arrived here yet.

After praying, Izzar returned to his car. He parked it under a tree, some distance away but could still monitor the possibility of Anaya's arrival.

He waited while alternately opening his laptop and cell phone, checking his work. He also tried repeatedly to call Anaya. I wish the woman had unblocked her number.

He thought about buying a new number to get into Anaya's phone. But, Anaya would never answer an unknown number unless she had confirmed herself through a message first.

The sky began to turn orange. Anaya hasn't been seen either. As Izzar began to despair, a message came in on his phone. Mr. Arsyad shared a location, accompanied by a full address. A second later, Izzar started the engine of his car.

...***...

Anaya just woke up. The color of the scene outside his window had turned dark. He tried to get up close the curtains even though the dizziness was still attached a little in his head.

After meeting Ridwan this afternoon, he immediately returned to his apartment because he felt nausea and intense dizziness. Fortunately, in his bag, there was still left the ulcer medicine he always carried. He fell asleep after drinking it. Plans to visit the graves of his parents were delayed.

After closing the window, Anaya lay back down while checking her phone. Dozens of calls from Sandra instantly ignored him, also from Ridwan and an unknown number. He just slightly gasped and worried when he found the name of Mr. Arsyad in between.

Anaya sat down, took a breath and prepared to call back. However, like inner contact, Mr. Arsyad's call came in first. Just one ring, Anaya answered him immediately.

"Hello?"

Along with that, there was the sound of a doorbell.

"Annaya?"

"Yes." Yeah." Anaya splits her attention between the phone stuck to her ear and the door.

"You're in the apartment?"

"I.iya." Anaya is confused, where did Mr. Arsyad know he was in the apartment? From Ridwankah?

The bell sounds again.

"okay! Please open the door!"

Anaya panicked. He immediately suspected Mr. Arsyad was pressing the door of his apartment. He rotates the handle without removing the latch. Then he was stunned.

"Get your husband, and solve your problems!" Mr. Arsyad ended his call.

From the gap that opened, his eyes immediately pounded on Izzar who was looking at him deeply.

...***...