(REALLY) THE CONVERTED SOUL MATE?
JYT CHAPTER 92 - Bad News
"Papa, Bang Coco can't Anna call her cell phone. It's the third day. Do you know what happened to Bang Coco? Anna is so worried!"
Berliana went to her father-in-law's reading room. He began to look frantic knowing that Kuncoro had been gone three days and there was no news or message at all. Even his phone could not be reached.
Berliana was told not to panic. But remembering the story of the Husband who hangs before leaving for work makes his heart increasingly anxious.
"Sit, Anna!"
Berliana obeyed the words of Gunawan.
"Your husband, not an ordinary employee. He. has a special job that not everyone should know what his job is."
Berliana who could already guess was getting nervous. Worried that the husband is in trouble at his job.
"Mas Coco is a special soldier, Pa?"
"More or less like that. Coco.. a special Intel seconded country. Anna doesn't have to worry. Just pray, Coco comes home safe. Yea?!?"
Berliana silently pensively could not think anything more. As expected, Kuncoro was a member of the state security secret. The living dead had Kuncoro handed over to the state. and Berliana could not do anything. In addition to praying and hoping that the Husband survived the important task he was carrying.
"Anna!"
"Yes, Pa?! Can you hold this secret? It's enough that we both know Kuncoro's job. Others do not know, including Maura. Yea?"
Berliana looked at her father-in-law's netra.
Only a small nod could He give in response. Because his heart was breaking weak, helpless.
Bang, hurry back. I'm waiting for you, baby! Always remember, I am your faithful wife waiting for your return!
Berliana is now increasingly diligent in carrying out five times of worship. Even Subuh was no longer as bad luck as when she was a girl first.
Especially now the Husband whose work is very risky. Kuncoro pulse like being at the nadir point. It was as if his life and death were only limited by a thin thread. And Berliana should be ready with all the possibilities.
"Lad..."
"Yes Anna?"
"Would Bang Coco get out of the force?"
"Come, Anna. Now we leave everything to Allah Ta'ala. A person's life is not determined by the dangerous or dangerous work he does. Even a contractor worker could have died in his own bed while he was fast asleep."
Gunawan's words slightly lightened the burden of Berliana's heart. So He realized that all the events in this world are by the permission of the Almighty.
Berliana could only hope and pray, The Husband immediately completed his task and returned home in good condition.
...............
Maura, who is enjoying her solitude, begins to find a way to get Radit back close to her.
But unfortunately, it seems Radit deliberately kept a distance from Maura so that the girl realized that she was not Radit's dream type and backed away slowly.
Radit who used to be nicknamed Maura was only aware that the beautiful girl had reduced the intensity of her chattas to completely disappear without news anymore.
Maura who usually asks Radit every day, now even up to a few days no longer do that. Making Radit kangen also with Maura greeting.
...Hi, busy huh?...
Radit tried to catch Maura first. But this time the response was not immediately the first time.
Hm. Does he have a new job? Why is my chat being ignored?
Did I just call? No, don't. Can't call suddenly if there's no urgent need.
Radit could only wait until Maura replied to his chattas.
It's been an hour, but the chat is still two check and not yet blue tick.
That's a sign Maura hasn't opened Radit's message yet.
"Hhh..."
This was the first time Radit felt uneasy waiting for a reply from Maura.
He tried to catch Kuncoro. Trying to ask about his friend's sister. But it was even more fatal. Chat is just one. A sign of Kuncoro being inactive and last seen active is four days ago.
"Hm. Looks like Coco's on a field assignment!" muttered Radit to himself.
Today Radit is lazing in his main house with his parents.
There is no work and is lazy to go to some company offices owned by the Mama hibahan from his Papa.
Yunita has four companies engaged in retail, franchise and wholesale sembako in every region of the capital.
Radit himself is an only child who does not need to worry about the economy of his future. The inheritance is quite a lot, able to provide income of at least thirty million per month from the four companies into his savings account. And that's been Radit's monthly allotment since he was 25. You can imagine what the total amount of savings of the 32-year-old adult man was.
Radit even has a black card. And he never spent again after breaking up from the Inca.
He had completely thrown away his jetset lifestyle after realizing that treasure was always a problem in his romance.
Maura... Are you beginning to think that I'm a poor man who doesn't deserve you?
For some reason, Radit begins to fear the loss of Maura.
He really misses the spoiled figure of Maura especially when the memory of his memory back to the condition of Maura when she was still the Miss Master whom he escorted 24 hours for one month.
And Radit recalled back to the body of Maura's mole that he had,
Shiiiit! Why is this brain so dirty? Hadeee... Don't be a man of m+s+m thoughts, Radit! Nay!
Radit hit his own head with his hands.
Treeet...
Instantly Radit cheered. Cellphone's ringing.
But the joy of a moment gone changed the sadness. Because the one who called was not Maura but her alma mater friend in the union first.
"Hallo's? Yea? What???..."
Radit. Lips are wide open.
His heart is beating fast. His friend reported the news that made his heart instantly fall apart.
...[.Kuncoro is off the radar! If you see his whereabouts, please let us know!]...
Kuncoro missing??? Where the hell is he??? Isn't he stalking a respectable council member who is also still one party with his adoptive Papa, Mr. Angkasawan? Then...., how can I inform his family Kuncoro especially to his wife, Berliana Anggraini? Good Lord! Maura...! Would Maura also be able to accept the fact that something happened to her Big Brother?
Radit swallowed his saliva. Shut up with your eyes blankly looking ahead.
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