Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 4: The Time that Passes

You know, his sister, that Mas. Work where?" tanya Bagas tried to distract everyone.

"The topmost wooden factory, if not wrongly named PT Kayu Indonesia. Want to use a foreign language do not understand how to say." Obviously Asma's sister with a thick Javanese accent.

That night, Reyhan was just a listener with no intention of being immersed. One thought to himself, what did the cold girl behind the curtain in front of him do? The curiosity that dawned the night was getting late. The conversation ended with the last shred of Bagas' coffee.

Both of them were happy, and did not forget to thank them. A long night trip. Tonight, something was tracing his heart. I want to ask, but I don't know what the question is. Flickering urban lights do not make his mind back calm.

"Nando, can you handle the job here?" reyhan asked without wind or rain, making his best friend stare suspiciously. "I want to rest."

Take a deep breath, "Rey, don't macem you. We only have a little time, of course, before returning to Jakarta. What's wrong with you? Is it because of that girl."

Silence without answer. Although silent, Bagas as a friend. He knew Reyhan was trying to escape. I don't know how far to run. Even so, he could not force something that was not destined.

"Ok, go back to Jakarta. I'll handle the job here. Don't worry about work." Bagas reassured his best friend.

As agreed. The entire responsibility of PT will be to turn to Bagas, while Reyhan chose to return to Jakarta. The two men just spent the night together, then the next day were separated.

Time went by too fast, a week had passed. Nothing special, but Bagas' attempt to get close to Asthma went perfectly. Even though he had to pretend to be one of the new employees of PT. The man held fast to the intention of his heart.

The morning is always cool because it still includes mountainous areas. Sometimes the fog also shrouds. Today is Monday, February 20, 2022. All employees have entered the factory. The high gate was sealed, but from CCTV.

Bagas did not see the girl who usually came early. Eyes keep watching. Sure enough time has shown at half-seven. However, there was no sign of the girl who had always been the goal of his life.

"What a pain, huh? Yesterday I saw him, he's good, but his eyes are mine." He muttered to himself while recalling the last meeting between him and Asthma.

Don't want to think bad. Bagas started checking files. Today, he chose to work behind a desk. Almost a week pretending to be a new employee who works hard like other factory workers. Minutes change, minutes change hours. Without feeling, time has shown hours of rest.

For a moment stretched the muscles to relax again, but the gaze of his eyes was fixed on the outside. Precisely in the resting place of factory workers. Of all the people who go back and forth, in fact there is no visible nose of the girl's target.

However, the sound of knocking on the door distracted him. "Sir, can I come in?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Bagas to the point, he stared at the glass door ahead there. It turned out that the security guard had come, but had a brown envelope with several sheets. "New proposal, again?"

Deg. Somehow the premonition was not good to greet the recesses of his heart. Is it possible, the absence of Asthma is related to the arrival of the brown envelope of resignation? If yes, why? Whether during work there are problems that are unknown to him.

"Thank you, you can come back" said Bagas politely did not diminish the soul of his leadership.

The departure of Mr. Satpam, making Bagas as fast as lightning grabbed the brown envelope lying on the table. How surprised he was, when what became fear. It just becomes reality. Asma resigned, even though the employment contract still exists in the next few weeks. Where's the girl going?

It is commonplace, when factory workers come in and out of one industry to another. However, it is rare to use the honorable way of providing a resignation letter as a form of respect for companies that have given their previous jobs.

"How now?" Bagas took off the buttons of the shirt that felt suffocating his neck, a pushy eye gaze staring at the white paper with handwritten black ink. "Why should it be now? It was that pending, at least until Rey got back here."

Frustrating. Really mind at will. The world does not follow the orders of Bagas Fernando, but the man hopes Asma knows the contents of his mind and heart. The excitement that dominates, like a cloudy mood that is connected. One side is Bagas, and the other side is Asthma.

Where the girl had been sitting sweetly in one of the buses leading to Gombong that drove. Asthma is considering everything. He came back because he had to go back. The journey to the city that became the place to grow. After submitting the resignation letter entrusted to the brother.

*Oh my God, may this be the best. I cannot, if I have to be a burden to others. What I do is always considered wrong. I realized, this self is too weak. Bismillah.~batin Asthma then closed his eyes, letting all the problems he bears melt into the dream realm*.

The world always has many obstacles. However, when the family becomes the main reason for the slump. So man must rise up to decide his way of life. It hurts when hard work is not appreciated. So too with the life of Asthma.

Where during work become factory workers. Problems arise precisely from two directions, all because he lives with his family, but feels like a stranger. While in the world of work, the feeling of increasingly depressed because of the attitude of seniors who can not guide.

However, Asthma does not blame anyone. He knows who he is and what he has to do. After enjoying a heavy load for two more months. Eventually the decision fell to return to the city where he grew up. Back to living with both parents.

The journey takes approximately five hours with the road winding up and down. Rows of mountains make friends the beauty of nature and also urban buildings. During the journey, Asthma just stared outside enjoying what God created.

Meanwhile, from the other direction. Reyhan is enjoying the journey back to his place of business. The man is better, and the job in Jakarta is done. Then, it was time to check the work in the factory.

When destiny does not meet. Not that they're not fools. The extent to which water flows, then the goal is only one of the estuary of rivers and oceans. Such is the mysterious course of destiny. A moment's farewell, then a reunion. Although sometimes, after separation, there is no more meeting.