Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 5: Classical Reason

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.

One side Asma re-assembled with his parents, while Reyhan again met Bagas. Both are busy taking care of work to forget about time. Three days have passed. During that time, the attitude of the friend is very different. Usually likes to be ignorant and make darting.

"Nando!" Call Rey at break time and the two just finished meeting virtually with the center.

Bagas looked up lazily, his eyes fixed on a pen that inhabited the pen place. "Yes, what?"

A really strange behavior. The spirit can not be found in a Bagas Fernando. Did anyone die? As he remembered, the man did not have a lover. Maybe, another heartbreak. Was she? A myriad of assumptions churned in Reyhan's mind.

Meanwhile, Bagas himself is thinking about his failure to get a sister-in-law candidate. How can spirit? Hoping for a change, uh falling into the abyss. Sick right? Well, Asma's departure took half her hopes.

Rey walked over to Bagas, her hands raised checking her forehead. Then down to the neck. Not hot. Not too cold. Body temperature is still normal, but why is there a cloud that envelops the life of his best friend?

"Rey. Off!" Bagas removed Reyhan's hand from his neck. Be uncomfortable, let no one come in and think non-no. "Why again? Must be yeah, call me seintens it."

Like being caught stealing. Serious, sharp look with eyebrows raised next door. Rey looked at him without blinking. Not strange, but just not fond of such excessive worry. The one to worry about, was never even mentioned by name.

Rey just took a deep breath. Walk, then pull another chair. Then sit up to face with Bagas Fernando. The eyes clashed over what was hidden. However, there is no understanding without explanation.

"Be quiet, don't make me understand. Can you tell me which girl broke your heart" Rey started the conversation, making Bagas take a stand.

Busy shifting his sitting position until comfortable, then took the pen owned by Astma he had borrowed. I don't know why, yesterday thought to borrow stuff. Though the pen stacked in the office. Although the pen looks female, but a good choice because when used for writing small and sharp.

"Can you help me?" Bagas handed the pen to Reyhan's hand, his best friend asked. No he ignored. "Restore this pen to the owner. He always gets inspired by using his favorite pen."

A grayish-white pen. The lid is clearly in the form of a king's crown. It is certain that the SHE Bagas meant was a woman. Mana maybe the guy uses that sweet pen. It can be strange to see so many people.

"Who's this? I'll help you make a turnaround, but why would a CEO even be a package courier, yeah. Where's home?" Rey asks, but also accepts the turmoil of her best friend, without the man noticing. If Bagas smiles with satisfaction in his heart.

Not answering. Bagas picked up the phone lying on his desk. Then contact someone to send them the address they want. Little talk, lots of work. That's how the man overcame the pandemic problem in his life. The pen is a classic excuse.

"We'll go there together. I don't want the storm to blow my handsome best friend away. Anyway, the job here is done. So, let's go for a walk." Bagas sumringah said with a happy imagination.

Seeing the bad behavior of the friend has returned. Rey smiled because it was better. Compared to looking at a matted face, like clothes have not been ironed. Today, it became a new hope for Bagas, but for Reyhan? The man still did not understand the plan that was clearly drawn in the eyes of his best friend.

Five hours later.

Nineteen WIB, 23rd, February 2022. There is no wind. There's no rain. Happiness, imprinted impatience clearly adorned Bagas' face along the way leaving the city of Temanggung. This time, the driver was Rey.

The flickering lights of the city add to the peaceful atmosphere. The dream he was about to pick up, just kept waving his hands. Waiting for his arrival to go to the contest of togetherness. The humming ria follow the rhythm of music that was deliberately played by Bagas.

This kid, why the hell? My whole life, only this time saw his happiness culminate in beating the top of the Himalayas. ~batin Rey while shaking her small head, then refocus driving.

Travel for three hours and fifteen minutes using a private car. Finally the gate welcome KEBUMEN welcome them both. Bagas uses his cell phone to find the best resting place.

"Rey, we just keep going. Find a hotel that offers all its general amenities. Here there are some hotel references, but after checking. Hotel Patra strategic location. In the city center, near the train station, so there must be many other facilities." Obviously Bagas was enthusiastic, while Rey just resignedly followed the flow.

Finally, the two men chose the Patra Hotel as a temporary lodging place. Tonight, the beginning of Bagas struggle to provide the best partner for his best friend. The man doesn't know. If Asthma's life isn't as simple as she thinks.

The sound of a sobbing cry. The tears that flowed non-stop. The regret came, whenever he felt lonely. The world he knew was only an escape, yet the real world became a solitude. No one knew, a gaping wound in his heart.

Oh God, is there a man who can accept me, what is? I lack myself for not being able to take care of myself as a woman. This feeling, continued to drown me in despair. Guide your lost servant, O Rabb.~inya with tears in the silence of the night.

There was the sound of Adzan. Eyelids are so heavy to open, but Asthma keeps her eyes open. It is time to perform the duty as a Muslim that is prayer. The same morning with the same routine. After performing the service, the girl always made drinks for her parents.

Finished doing the usual thing. It must have been the girl sitting in the room, then holding a cell phone to start her day by releasing the emotional burden that took away her feelings. Jemari dances on the keys, enjoying letter after letter uniting together asa and phrases. Of course because the girl is an online writer. Suddenly a distinctive call was heard that had always been the center of his world.

"Ndu, write it out here! Have tea together, Mother."

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Morning 🤭 Everything.

Maybe someone thinks, the character of his name is the same as the name othoor huh?

Yes, but that doesn't mean all real, yes.

Othoor wants to present a different work.

Felling, emotions, and grooves that are not at will.

This time, the story is getting wholehearted.

Uh, even steal the hearts of others also 😅

Anyway stay tuned, hopefully expensive onions.