Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 161: End-Separation

Imagination is always beautiful. Like touching the sky from the earth that looks impossible but achievable without having to bother yourself. All of that is only because the mind that bares buana or so-called god-level daydreams. No matter the facts in real life but play mindless wishful thinking.

Not wanting to dissolve in a dream. The man chose to rest for a while before looking for food. The body also needs rest. Especially after a few days of overtime with the preparation of launching a new product. He just had time to care about himself.

The soft bed turns into a bow when dreams are good. Releasing all the burden of shackling thoughts and responsibilities on his shoulders. The sound of music begins to fade to deliver calm to sail into the foam of the subconscious.

Dull clouds curled up in the sky covered with darkness. A look of eyes traced around him but there was only silence until from a faraway direction there was the sound of footsteps walking closer and closer. The smell of perfume is so intoxicating.

"Who are you?" he asked when he saw someone standing with enough visibility but the white fog dispelled his view. "Please! I want to see you."

The wind that blew faded the white mist. Slowly he could see long strands of black hair, a smile on the pale little lips, a typical Javanese nose, small eyelids with narrow eyes, thin eyebrows curved like a crescent moon.

Deg. Debaran in the heart does not deny the sense that he himself does not understand. Why did the heart feel so eager to approach the girl who was standing still wordlessly staring at him with a sad eye. Suddenly another voice came from the opposite direction.

The sound of a body-welded cry floated down slumped forward. In front of his own eyes, the red color of the rushing stream drenched the girl's head. A parched face jerked his consciousness. The body fell limp by embracing a weak body helplessly.

"Hey, wake! Don't close your eyes." she asked, patting the cheek that felt so cold. Why is the girl still able to smile when things are not good. "Wakeup! I ...,"

"Thank you." said softly, pale lips with dimmed awareness, not wanting to last much longer, making the man a little too lazy to seek help even though no one would help him.

"Aspie!" The jolted body surged awake with an irregular heartbeat. He took a glass of water from the top of the nightstand, then sipped without leaving a drop. "ASAGHFIRULLAH, I was just a dream. Why is this clock a nightmare? Oh God, wherever the girl is protected. Servant surrender to You."

Watch the clock on the wall. The glare of his eyes blinked trying to make sure his vision was not wrong even he also checked the phone that was deliberately charged without being turned off. Right now it's twelve o'clock in less than ten minutes. Fear is an alarm reminder.

Without thinking any further. He checked the flight back to Indonesia. The mood was already bad and it was impossible to continue with the initial plan when the tranquility of the soul vanished engulfed in worry. It could have called the boys, then given the order to keep the girl who took away her dreamland.

However, the heart and mind will continue to wander down the path of indeterminate direction. So he decided to book a ticket back to Indonesia and asked someone else to go to London to represent him. Without delaying, he got out of bed. Then get ready to go back to the airport.

Twenty minutes later. His eyes kept staring out the window at the people and other vehicles out there. The journey to the airport from the hotel has begun. The heart is increasingly unsettled when entering the territory that enough vehicles are speeding.

His heart was worried in the hope that nothing would happen to the girl who managed to steal his composure. "Sir, can it be faster? I don't want to be late and get through the flight." A raucous voice that sounded so resolute but restrained emotions.

Honestly, the feeling is really bad. Somehow after getting a dream that is still imagined in front of the eyes. He could not breathe calmly. One thing he wanted was to see the girl was fine without any lack of anything.

No feel the journey is almost close to the airport but the speed of the car is getting slower when you want to rush. Why drive a car like a snail? The question mark distracts him right with the dismissal of a state officer who is regulating traffic.

"What's up ahead?" his question that does not understand the language of the local region, makes the driver look back.

"Sorry, Sir. In front of the accident occurred in a row and the road will temporarily be diverted into one lane. So we have to move slowly" explained Mr. Driver using English so that his customers understand his point.

The car is traveling at a very slow speed. So that makes the man impatient, while the distance of the airport can be reached by foot. Without a second thought, he asked the driver to pull over rather than continue his journey. Do not forget to pay more as usual.

From the direction of the sidewalk only visible congestion so that the smoke from some cars that had an accident dispels the visibility. The more forward, the heart is not calm. I don't know why the heart wants to see anyone who has an accident. Footsteps down the main road.

Rows of consecutive accident victims have been removed from their respective cars. The wounds were very serious and some even looked dead on the spot. How not? The accident was truly fatal with the final result quite horrific.

"Aspie!" Call her trembling, not knowing what to do. Footsteps quickly approached the girl who was at the very end.

The body with the bloodstained one moved into his lap. Honestly, unbearable pain ambushed the heart. Looking at the Asthma that closed his eyes, pale lips. Of course he was increasingly worried and without permission brought a victim.

His actions were even invisible because people were still preoccupied with another focus. But the man's move away from the location even managed to stop another car that was also a taxi. Slowly go inside with a wound to the Asthma head.

"Sir, take me to the nearest hospital!" he said without looking at the driver in front.

The speed of the car that was free of congestion left the area near the airport. The lightning journey that is expected to reduce anxiety does not change the fear of loss. A small hospital was the driver's destination. The middle-aged man who actually did not understand English but only read the instincts of the situation.

The car stopped in front of the hospital and the driver immediately went down to call a fast-moving medical team to help patients get the best treatment immediately. The condition of the patient is getting weaker, making the doctor ask the person in charge to fill the formalities.

"I don't know anything about you, then how is this?" Pensive for a moment but if you think too long then the operation can not be done. "Here you go, I'll take responsibility so just use my name."

Retrieved the pen that has been opened, then began to write down the date and some of the terms and conditions of the hospital that apply. Usually the form will be named first but he deliberately writes at the end in hopes of having an answer to his own question.

"Mrs. Asma Kendrick Al Zafran." he muttered as he sighed softly.

What does the world say? He did not care because at this time the most important thing is the safety of Asthma. The girl should have a happy life. In the midst of the worry that hit ravage the heart and mind. There are still a lot of questions that come up. How did that girl get to Kashmir?

Is it all just coincidence or fate? First he misses the flight, then gets stuck because there are no tickets available, then the nightmare that leads to reality. It doesn't make sense, but that's how it happened. Destiny gives a chance for a second meeting in an unusual way.

The operating room kept on burning for about six hours. During that time Al was just sitting pensively in the front seat of the room which is now where Asthma struggled. What bond do the two of them have? He could not understand, but God wanted them to be united in an event that would always be remembered.

While on the other side. The sound of screaming filled the universe. How heartbroken because no one saw the existence of the wife who he knew was unconscious because she was hurt worse than him. Intentions want to take water to resuscitate Asthma but once back precisely the woman's body is not found.

"Sir, let's go to the hospital. The wound on your back should get treatment immediately." Amir tries to persuade Rey but is instead brushed aside.

Destiny is always a puzzle. It looks real to guess even though the reality is not that easy. Like life is always about meetings and also parting. The dark day belongs to Reyhan Aditya. A husband who lost his beloved wife in a car accident.

A gust of wind spread a sense of no man's sadness. As a long waiting story in a true love meeting. Farewell is so heartbreaking that it destroys the emotions of the soul. The clattering of footsteps greeted the future in inevitable solitude.

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