Afraid to Widow

Chapter XVII (Grizelle Prameswari)

The second step is to find the dilapidated Sahrial by coming to Ammar at his home. Even if he is Sahrial, he knows something.

When I came, Ammar again push up in front of his house. He stood up as soon as he saw. 

"Well, are you here again? Still trying to make my wife disobey her husband? Jihan is not home anymore. Shop at Kang Vegetable."

I curl a thin smile. "Morning is suuzon. I'm here to talk to you."

He wiped his sweat with a towel around his neck. Then sit on the porch of his house. "Let's sit down and have a good chat."

"Hmmm .. I still wonder why you can love me and never reveal or appear directly in front of me."

"Watch a khilaf," he said flatly.

"Whatever your reasons, I don't care. I came here for the Sahrial. How well do you know Sahrial? How's character? If I could just get all the ramshackle."

His eyes turned to me. "This is part of your rotten plan for revenge? If yes, I don't want to answer. Fear of sin."

I have the wrong address. I came to ustaz. It is clearly a little bit associated with sin.

Suddenly Jihan appeared. He said, "Your staff, I think it's coming to me. Forgot your promise last night?"

"Jihan, this isn't like you've seen."

Jihan shed tears and ran away. Strangely the guy next to me is just here. I am so excited to see it. "Truth him, bego!"

Ammar is chasing Jihan. I took the phone in my handbag. Then send a WA message to Jihan.

Ji, you jan misunderstood me. I am nyamperin Ammar for a ramshackle Sahrial doang.

I finally came home. Not to destroy people's homes. From the beginning, their home was not right. 

***

The office is still empty. I think I came to Pagian. I went straight into the room. 

Ting!

WA message notification clinks. I'm lyric screen chat from Leci.

Miss Gisel, I have a day off first. Not feeling well.

Kinda sad. Today means working alone. Not fun without lychees. There are no gibah and julid friends by Dedek Gemes (Read: novice writer).

Sometimes Dedek Gemas does ask to be lulidin. I have been 10 years in the world of literacy, won the current generation of writers is very different from the writers of the 2012-2016 generation. They write without thinking about quality. Could be the CEO of his work dating mulu. Tajir twists, but the origin of wealth is unclear. Not to mention the ones who write mafia and others. Maybe because the factor is now easier work access. Online writing platforms are scattered. Good thing AT Writing still prioritizes quality over quantity. Author payouts based on paid chapter coins.

Suddenly my eyes were fixed on the little pink book on Leci's desk. I don't know why I'm curious about half the same stuff. I wiggled and closed the door of the room first before peeking at the contents of Leci's book.

On the first page is a photo of Leci and Sahrial. It says Love L&S. I turned the page. Start reading the lychee.

Today I started my internship at AT Writing. Asked Ms. Nazneen to be Mr. Sahrial's assistant, pimred AT Press. At first I was scared, he was impressed. However, it turned out to be nice and soft. No hesitation in maksi together. For some reason I talked to him, my heart was racing and suddenly short of breath. Is this called love?

Interesting too. I'm getting excited to read Leci further.

Arrrrgggh. Very cool today Mr. Sahrial shot me. Accept it, huh?

Next page.

Honey, my relationship with Mr. Sahrial didn't last long. She was embarrassed to admit to her relationship with me.

Reading Leci's curses made me realize something. So Leci was ever with Sahrial? Pantes he used to disagree I married a contract with Sahrial. 

***

As a good boss, I want to spend my lunch hour to see Leci. I asked him how far he was connected to the Sahrial. However, before leaving there, I called Leci first.

"Hello, Mum. Sorry I can't get into the office. Sorry also the permission to leave is not polite only through WA."

"Yes, it's okay. Can I please nengokin you?"

"No, Ma. I am positive Corona. This is isoman."

Ah, since the Corona invaded Indonesia, all so panic and fear everywhere. I did not expect the outbreak to have reached AT Family. We are very strict about the health protocol. Including once a week doing a rapid test and PCR antigen swab.

"Good, Mom."

Click my phone to turn off. On the phone screen, chat notification appears in the AT Family group. Ms. Nazneen sent me a chat.

We're gathering in the meeting room now!

My feeling is not good. I immediately took a table. Then to the meeting room.

It turns out that all AT Family is on the way.

"Because everything is collected, I just say something bad." Ms. Nazneen breathed for a moment. "Leci got corona. So I decided that starting today, we all start working from Home aka work at home."

Sukma raises his hand. 

"What is Sukma? You're with WFH?"

"No objection, ma'am, but my device at home isn't adequate. My laptop has been on sale for a long time for college."

"If so, don't worry. I'll send your office computer to your house."

"Thank you very much, Mom."

I suddenly drowned. Accustomed to work in the office, will work at home. Huft, must be very boring. I was thinking, Sukma's complement made Ms. Nazneen change her mind. At least who entered the office 30% cake. I can apply for a WFO. Apparently still not. Everything must be WFH.

Corona oh Corona when to leave Indonesia?

***

My eyes widen when I see the house is still a mess like a broken ship. "Sahriallllll, why hasn't the house finished yet?" shout me.

Silent. There's no answer. Could he run away again? I'm heading to his room. Ever since he called, we split up the room. He I put in Si Mbok's room, ART first.

As soon as we got to Si Mbok's room. Sahrial even molested in the mattress. "Oiiii .. wake up. Workings. The house is still a mess. It's even tolerant."

"Sori, I'm not feeling well anymore."

I'm approaching Sahrial. I touched the eel. "Well, what's an angel? What pain do you have?"

"Cough, runny nose, headache, sore throat, diarrhea."

"Jeez, these are signs of a real Corona. Stop, I'll call Mr. RW first."

"Don't. We will be forcefully picked up. The hospital is full. He said many died of neglect."

"Yes anyway. At least there is better, because there are nurses and doctors. Instantly install infusion. If here doang, you are getting no one to take care of. How do you keep going? I don't want to be a widow. Widow kere gegara lo do not have a lot of inheritance for me."

Sahrial is putting lips together. "As you go. Set how good."

I finally called Mr. RW. Before they came, I packed clothes and things first. 

Sure enough, 20 minutes later Mr. RW came with 3 Nakes fully dressed Hazmat. Before we were taken to the RS, we were on a PCR swab first. Sahrial is positive, and I am negative. Be ready to be taken to only Sahrial Hospital. I was told by Isoman at home.

"Sir, I can't go to RS. I don't know if I'm positive, if I can take care of my husband."

"Ciyeeee .. so very sweet. I'm starting to love and afraid of losing me, aren't I?"

Shit, when I think it's still Sahrial sniffed me. 

"Eh, denger yes. You still have a lot of debt so I have to take care of you until you can pay off," I whispered to him.

"It's hard to talk to a big girl."

I'm just Sahrial's head toyor so he's getting dizzy.

"Where, sir, can I go to the hospital?"

"It could be, but if it turns out full RS, Mbak Gisel must go home yes," replied one of the Nakes.

"Okay, ready."

We're sliding into the hospital.