Because I Don't Want to Lose
65 - Back

The days passed quickly, Anaya really tried hard to trust the promise of Mr. Arsyad in the midst of his turmoil. Everyone suggested that she not stress and many thoughts so as not to affect her pregnancy. Anaya just silently responded. Who is the woman who does not think of her husband who disappeared while she was pregnant with her child. If anything, maybe his feelings are blunt or because there's no more love.

However, the atmosphere of his house was no longer as tense as before. Mama Izzar has returned to her own home although she is still monitoring the news from Anaya. Randi who keeps looking after him can even joke back. He also relentlessly assured Izzar that he would return.

That afternoon, Mr. Arsyad called Anaya. He immediately deg-degan hopes to be given new news about Izzar. But the man simply told her to be patient and instead asked Anaya to drive her to Bogor. At first, Anaya wanted to refuse. But, then after being told his condition now, Anaya so pity. The divorce process has reached an agreement and is just waiting for a formal decision. He has even been evicted from his home.

Mr. Arsyad directed Anaya to pick him up in the lobby of a modest apartment. In an instant, Anaya could see the physical difference of Mr. Arsyad from the last time he met. He who was once dashing, full of authority and fear, now seemed a little helpless. The wrinkle on his face indicates he is tired of the world he faces.

His old eyes sparkled as soon as he saw Anaya. He was alone waiting at the lobby door with a backpack on his shoulder. No one accompanied or accompanied him. He was like an ordinary old man who seemed to be waiting for his son to come to see him.

“I drive, or you?”

Anaya doubts whether Mr. Arsyad who is used to being driven is still skilled at driving.

“Why? You're afraid I've forgotten how?” Mr. Arsyad seems to know Anaya's way of thinking.

Anaya shook her head, then brushed off her rain and handed her the car keys. He is self-conscious, the anxiety that resides in his heart will interfere with his concentration of driving. He had been daydreaming a lot before. Thankful that he arrived at his destination.

“Why stay in this apartment?” anaya asked as they began to drive towards the highway.

“Sews is cheap.”

Anaya's eyes widened. Just this time cheap became the reason Mr. Arsyad made the choice.

“So I told you briefly, that the house I built with my sweat, is no longer mine. So, I have to find a place to live by myself.”

“Ya, but why in that place too?”

For Anaya, although cheap, the apartment area chosen by Mr. Arsyad is less feasible. There are often cases of crime and even murder.

“Ngga nothing, Anaya. It's only temporary, kok!”

“Then, where to move?” Anaya glanced at Mr. Arsyad who was driving casually.

“To somewhere. But, I have to ask you for permission and Izzar.”

“Means?” Anaya looked at Mr. Arsyad.

“That time, after Izzar agreed to help me. I was offered a plot of land and a house that I bought and owned in his name. I mean as your wedding gift. I want to show it to you, and ask for your approval and Izzar later, to stay in that house.”

“Why should you also ask for permission?”

“Because it's not mine. Yours.” Mr. Arsyad.

Anaya still thinks it is not necessary. Besides, he doesn't need another house.

The highway they were traveling on was almost empty. There really is no obstacle. Anaya looked out the window, watching the scenery that was overtaken and left behind by them. He tried to calm his fear.

“Why, Nay?” Mr. Arsyad can feel his anxiety.

“When Izzar home?” Anaya asked softly.

“A minute. I-i promise. Not long after, you'll meet him.”

“How can I be sure? Police have not found a bright spot?”

Mr. Arsyad shook his head.

“Police have trouble breaking into that money laundering syndicate network. Patience. I've managed to negotiate with her captor.”

“If the police are in trouble, how can you negotiate with them?”

“Think that's my advantage. Maybe because I have something they want. ”

Anaya pressed the raging in her heart.

An hour later, they arrived in front of the gate surrounding the vast land. A guard opened the door and let them in. Mr. Arsyad parked the car in the yard with logs.

Anaya got out of the car with eyes of amazement scrutinizing every corner of her gaze. This place is more like a resting house away from the crowd. The area around the house, decorated with various flower plants and several large trees. Beside him, slapping the green ground. Being behind him, lined neat fields of vegetable gardens.

“What do you think?” Mr. Arsyad spelled out the position of Anaya.

“Both good.” Anaya was impressed with the beauty she was given.

“So, can I hitchhike staying here?”

“Why is the language so hitchhiking stay, anyway?” Anaya expressed her dislike.

Mr. Arsyad doesn't care. His smile broadened.

Being in this place, reminded Anaya of the Izzar family villa at the top. The atmosphere and the air they enjoy are almost similar. He automatically thought back to the man.

Mr. Arsyad invited him into the house. A large sitting room immediately greeted him, the dining room, and kitchen, and one master bedroom. The 2nd floor contains three bedrooms. There is a side terrace with lounge chairs and a barbeque stove.

The guard who had greeted them offered them a drink. Anaya only asked for mineral water.

“Anaya, I want to see the garden back there.” Mr. Arsyad pointed to the outside which was somehow pointing to where.  You just rest here. Later, if a guest comes, just call me.”

“Tuest?”

“Iya, I have an appointment with someone. I want to discuss with him, it looks like I want to change profession to be a farmer only.”

Anaya scrunched her nose. He did not believe in that will. How could such a businessman want to smear his hands with soil and fertilizer. Mr. Arsyad laughed to see it and then left with the guard man earlier.

Anaya according. He laid himself on the sofa facing the large windows and presented a view of the spacious courtyard. Anaya was pensive and daydreaming alone. Time seems empty to him. He must endure his patience in uncertainty and pin his hopes on Mr. Arsyad.

In the silence of the surrounding atmosphere, Anaya fell asleep.

The noise from the rough roar of the car woke Anaya up. Door knocked hard. Anaya opened her eyes and went to the door. From the window, he could see one suv car and another black sedan parked on dry land with the engine still on. Three men with black eyes stood stiffly with watchful eyes near the car.

Anaya called Mr. Arsyad who replied that he was coming soon. After seeing her presence approaching the men, only Anaya dared to open the door. Two of them followed Mr. Arsyad into the house and sat down at the dinner table.  One of them handed out a map containing documents that were later signed by Mr. Arsyad. They barely said anything.

When they finished, they shook hands with each other.

“Package will we immediately lower!” said one of the men.

“Thank you.”

Mr. Arsyad followed them all the way to the terrace. Anaya who had been watching quietly, followed with a thumping chest. The guests seemed unfriendly, let alone friendly.

Mata Anaya also observed the activities of the guests. One of the men who came into the house knocked on the window of the sedan. From the half-open window, he gave a file signed by Mr. Arsyad to someone in it.

“They are friends who want to discuss about being a farmer? How to use all document signatures?” Anaya curious.

“Not. They just deliver the package. The document was his receipt.”

“What package?”

Mr. Arsyad is silent.

After five minutes, the file man nodded. Window's closed. And the black sedan drove away.

The man walked into another vehicle. He went to the side of the car that Anaya could not see. He could only hear the sound of the door opening, and the movement lowered something. There was a sound of the door closing again, and the car roared forward across the courtyard.

Then Anaya was surprised. The car left someone who he wanted so badly. Izzars.

“That's the package. To you!” Mr. Arsyad smiled with satisfaction.

Anaya smothers her mouth with teary eyes, while Izzar walks smilingly closer to her. Without saying anything, they hugged.

“I've kept my promise, right?” Mr. Arsyad interrupted.

Izzar loosened his hold on Anaya. His hands stretched out to greet the old man.

“Thank you.”

“Please both of you. I'm going to the garden again, learning to hoe.” Mr. Arsyad passed by laughing.

“He seriously wants to be a farmer?” Anaya slipped on Izzar's arm.

“Seems like. He already has no other activities and work.”

“Company?”

“All ownership of his company has been released as part of the condition to release me and no longer bother him, his family and us. Ridwan did not realize his actions yesterday was very big risk,” said Izzar.

Anaya recalls the tragic end of Ridwan's life.

“You also wear follow-up everything! Fortunately you have nothing! Worry and worry people! Your mom to stress knows no!” Anaya was suddenly provoked to vent his aggravation and unrest that had been buried for days. Release hug.

“As long as I was held captive by them yesterday, what I remember and made a miss from you was hearing your nagging like this. Let's just keep getting angry!” Izzar.

Anaya scowling. He went into the house and sat on the sofa. Izzar sat down next to her, pulled her shoulders and buried Anaya's head into her chest and kissed her forehead. Both were tight and long. Until longing and all regrets poured out.

“Naira not invited?” ask Izzar.

“I don't know if I'll see you here.”

“Hmm, but it's also good he wasn't invited. Where can I hug you like this if there is him.”

“You must be heartbroken. He has a new girlfriend, he said. His peer.”

“Hah?” Izzar. But then laugh. “He's fast once big.”

“I feel so fast old.” Anaya complained.

“Don't get old fast. We must immediately make a new sister if this one is born.” Izzar placed his palm on Anaya's stomach.

“But replace your pregnant one, yes!"

Izzar laughs. Anaya closed her eyes. The two fell silent for a moment, sensing and pervading the existence of their respective selves fused together in their breath.

“I also seem to want to change profession. Tired also has a job but continues to have problems. What if I was a farmer too?”

Anaya lifted her head, looking at the smiling face of Izzar shadyly looking at her.

“Where?”

In his mind, he imagined this man in a hooded hat, hoeing and plowing the fields. Like his picture of the farm figure all this time.

“Serah.” Anaya.

He doesn't care what Izzar wants to be. To him, it was important that the man did not go anywhere else.

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