Angan

Pulp

"Yes, I went to the hospital, I don't want to bother you who's busy. If it's something important, I know you can handle everything" The message was sent, at 08:30 wib.

And that phone call, it was from Toni.

Who's wrong, calling at rush hour. But apparently he wanted to take her to the hospital.

Ahh. never mind. Whatever him. What do I care about. I continue the work until the time shows at 17:00 wib.

"Udah, Yu. Let's go home first. Do you want a minep here?" ask Ina.

The office was getting quiet, only me, Ina and OB were cleaning up.

"In a minute, responsibility, na. Go first" said I who was still cool.

Azan Maghrib has reverberated.

And I realized, the office had turned on the lights.

I see, Mr. Yus, sitting while playing his cell phone.

"Wow, sir. I'm sorry, sir. You haven't come home yet"

"Reprize, mbak. Toni's still in her room."

Whahuh? Toni's back at the office? When did he pass? Why didn't he come home? Oh yeah, I just remembered, the car keys are in my bag. I immediately tidied up the sheets of paper that were on my desk. And immediately to the room Toni located at the end of the office room. My intention is to return the key, and it's up to him to go home. I opened the door of the room violently. No one saw either. But, I saw that figure prostrating on his alphabet. I'm speechless. A proud man, is he on his alphabet? I'm just sculpting. Not moving.

Finally he got up and folded his alphabet.

He glanced at me.

"You're done with the work? Is prayer not yet?"

I'm shaking. "Sholat was there, and then we went home"

And I followed his words. The emotions that had been overflowing, suddenly stopped, after the water washed my face.

After the prayer, I saw him standing in front of the office mosque, holding my bag.

I took off the face I was wearing, and reassembled it.

"Come, let's go home" she asked in a quiet tone of voice, not like this morning.

"Where's the car key?" tanyakanya.

"Why don't you just take it in my bag?"

"This is key. Can you drive your own car?" my many.

"I'll try, even if the doctor says, don't move much first"

"Oh. Yes already then, I go home." I said

"Let me take you. It's already night. You can't go home alone"

Hm. the language tumben is good like this.

I finally got in that car again.

Sometimes I hear a ringing from his mouth.

Is it still sick? The doctor said that he should not move much, while driving, should play a lot of hands.

"Stop the car"

And he obeyed my orders. I immediately went down, and knocked on the window.

"Down, let me take it" I said.

He followed my orders, smiling and touching my head.

I clap his hand.

"So the porridge, good?" tanyakanya.

How he knew, lest the porridge come from his order

"Yes, I ordered it, I don't want you to get sick" he said.

I gulped as he said that.

"Work awaits you." he continued, which makes me straighten my head again.

"Take me home again. You will bring this car. Tomorrow I will ask to pick up the office driver, so as not to bother you have to leave at dawn"

I think his brain was washed out, so his speech became like that.

**hai hi hi.. I was happy when my work was received back. Thank you for staying true to Keke's work. 😍😍