The Fall of Talak 3
Presentiments

Zhezha has been working in Gunawan's company for a week. It turns out that Mr. Gunawan is a fairly successful entrepreneur in many fields of business. 

One of them is the company where Zhezha works today. 

For four weeks, Zhezha had never heard from Yoga, sometimes wanting to call Yoga to relieve his worries. But again, that intention was broken. 

If Yoga alone never cares about what it does, why should it care about it. Yoga never really wanted it. 

With that in mind, Zhezha's tears are always dripping. Somehow his heart still hurts to remember the treatment of Yoga for him. 

' Maybe the Yoga mas is happy with his new partner, until he forgets that I am still his legal wife.' Inner Zhezha. 

Zhezha checks out the always-online Yoga chat messaging app. But to say hello or just mince words asking news Yoga did not have time. 

Zhezha stared at the mirror on her dresser with reddened eyeballs. On his broom were dripping tears. 

This is not the first time this has happened to him. Every morning when she saw herself in the mirror Zhezha always cried. 

' As bad and dirty as I was in the eyes of Yoga, so that he would never touch me, ' Zhezha's inner self while crying back. 

" I have always kept my chastity, as quickly as Yoga has changed" Zhezha said, wiping away her tears. 

Zhezha tried to be tough between the fragility of his heart. If he continues to dissolve in this problem, then he can not work, while at this time Zhezha is the seat of both parents. While he must remain strong standing alone in the face of the storm that hit the ark of his household. 

After crying for a while, Zhezha began to put on makeup. He soon forgot what had made him cry. 

Zhezha has to keep working, even though he does not like his current job. 

Actually, it's not the job that makes Zhezha not at home working at the place. But Mr. Gunawan's treatment is too excessive against him. 

Every day he was given a meal and delivered home by Mr. Gunawan. Not to mention every in Zhezha's office so insecure because of the strange look by the man. 

Although not at home, but Zhezha was forced to work, at least one month until he received a salary. Because next month he must pour money that is not small for outpatient father. 

***

Before stepping Zhezha pinned himself to pray for protection. 

Right now only the Almighty is relied upon to guard himself from all sorts of dangers. 

Arriving at the apartment lobby, Zhezha met Arman who was sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby. 

" Are you Arman here? Wait who?" ask Zhezha. 

" Wait for you Zhe, "reply back. 

"Hmm, can't you wait for me? " ask Zhezha. 

" Oh, there's actually something I want to talk about with you Zhezha" Arman said. 

" Talk ? " what's it about? " ask Zhezha. 

Arman hesitated a little when Zhezha asked him that. 

" I'm not in the office today, because I have to review the marketing office that's out of town. "

" continue? " ask Zhezha confused. 

" Ehm yes Mas. I'll just lock the door, so no one can go in, " said Zhezha. 

" Ehm not that Zhe, " said Arman, scratching his head without itching.  

" then? Wh why? " ask Zhezha. 

" Yes you be careful Zhe." 

" Oh yes Mas, "cetus Zhezha. 

" Yes, let's get on the bike, I'll take it, " said Arman. 

He also headed to the motorcycle parking lot, because Arman had already arrived, Zhezha was not happy to refuse. 

Hitchhiking to Arman, Zhezha arrives at the office. 

Arman opened the door for them, and the two entered the room. 

" For a while you are alone first yes Zhe, later I ask Erik to accompany you in the office" said Arman. 

" Don't be Mas, Mas Erik must be busy surveying. I'm fine living alone, " Zhe said. 

Zhezha feels better alone in the office, than in the company of his colleagues who are all guys, especially Mr. Gunawan is out of town. 

Among her co-workers, Zhezha is indeed more familiar with Arman. Because only Arman stays in the office all day. While others just absent come and absent when they go home. 

Arman finished talking on the phone. He also approached Zhezha who had started working. 

" Zhe, Erik is coming after lunch, you lock the door Zhe! " slamorous Arman. 

" Yes, Mas! " Zhezha got up from his seat and walked back to Arman. 

Arriving at the exit, Arman turned his head back towards Zhezha. 

" Zhe, on my desk there's our neighbor's office number on the left, if there's anything you can call them" he said, wearing a helmet. 

Zhezha just smiled knot, he felt so sad to see Arman's worries when leaving him alone in the office, in contrast to her husband who never cared about living his death during abandoned in this big city. 

" I'm going Zhe! " said Arman before pulling the gas. 

" Be careful, Arman! " excited Zhezha. 

Arman nodded then he continued his motorbike splitting the highway. 

Zhezha continued his work. 

To dissipate his sense of silence he heard music through the laptop he used. 

Time shows at eleven o'clock. Zhezha heard the bell ringing. 

" I think it might be Mas Erik, " murmured Zhezha. He got up to open the door for his co-workers. 

Zhezha walked towards the door. He opened the door and was shocked to see who was coming. 

Connect guys, one more chapter huh. So Stay tune 😘