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The Immaculate Love 42

Sherin took a long breath.

“What do you think, Rin?” alarick asked unexpectedly. Maybe he noticed his wife who was silent, since the wheels of their car rolling out of the yard, until now has split the city highway.

“Nothing, Mas. I just remember what Doctor Wira said when you last saw him, about a month ago,” Sherin said.

“What?”

“Mas Alarick it actually does not need the drug triazolam it, because what you experience is not pure insomnia but is the effect of the mind.” Sherin shuts up for a moment to steal a glance at Alarick after what he says. But because he saw the man remained silent with a focused look forward, Sherin resumed his speech.

“Doctor Wira said, if that, Mas, need it is to make peace with the past, by forgiving yourself first.”

Some time ago, when Doctor Wira said that to Alarick and in front of Sherin too, she said that, the woman did not fully understand her point—except understanding that her husband had a past that is difficult to forget—but after Alarick told her everything a few days ago, only now Sherin understood everything. He also ventured to repeat what was once said by Wira doctor.

After that, Sherin closed her language, offsetting Alarick who was also silent without a word. Either the man interpreted all the words of his wife, or he was holding anger in the chest cavity, because he thought Sherin had interfered in his past affairs, which only wanted to be enjoyed alone.

There is an incoming message from Quinsha, in the form of a notification at what time tomorrow they will leave for Darul-Falah. The understood message, by Sherin, is read over and over again, as a diversion from the silence created, after what is said.

Sherin had just raised her face when she felt the car stop. But it does not stop in front of the house of the doctor Wira as expected, but rather in a very beautiful coffee shop where.

“Why are you here, Mas?” ask Sherin. Now the woman is standing next to Alarick who came out first from the car.

“Yes, I want to drink coffee here, briefly.”

“Not so to the home of doctor Wira?”

Alarick only shook his head briefly and immediately stepped ahead of Sherin who was still breathing a sigh of relief. It must be because of his words just now in the car, the man so undo his intention to go to the doctor Wira's house.

“The place is very good,” praise Sherin while glancing around the room in a coffee shop designed classic minimalist.

Alarick's chosen seat is also very strategic, overlooking an artificial park that has a fountain not so large, to produce a soothing splashing sound. And from where they were sitting, Alarick and Sherin could also see anyone who came to the tavern.

“Ya, pretty good,” welcome Alarick.

“Only a few times.”

And the conversation stalled when the waiter came to bring the kind of coffee drink they ordered. Unlike Sherin who still saw the drink in front of him, Alarick immediately grabbed his coffee glass and began to enjoy without a word.

Sherin felt no need to ask again, with whom Alarick came to this store for coffee. Because the answer is certain, if the man is only alone. Evidently from these ten minutes, his mouth had been locked. As if a glass of coffee with his thoughts is a very beautiful thing to imbue, more than the beauty of an everlasting masterpiece of art.

Sherin smiled consolingly, again considered an invisible figure to make his heart ache. But Sherin's trained, smiling over the wound, she's an expert.

Instead of disturbing the peace of her husband, Sherin actually chose to compensate. If Alarick is silent without a word, Sherin wants to be silent without a breath. He only hoped that this silence would speak, to inform the man in front of him. That Sherin exists, don't be considered non-existent.

“Mas Rendi?” tetiba alone Alarick muttered to mention one name. His gaze headed one way, making Sherin also bring a look to the same place.

One man, Alarick, or perhaps a little older, was about to get out of the coffee shop, but still stopped for a moment because a young woman was approaching. The two momentarily engaged in a friendly conversation, just as the younger one respected his senior.

Alarick who felt sure that the man he saw was someone he knew as ‘mas Rendi’ rushed. Before the man left because the conversation with the woman who approached him had already ended.

“Mas Rendi!” greet Alarick immediately.

“Ee si-who ya?” the man looked at Alarick closely, like gathering memories that might have been scattered due to a very long time lag.

“Alarick, Mas.”

“Oh, Alarick William?” as for that man. Dil was unexpected, his reaction looked so surprised but also happy simultaneously.

“How are you?” the two shook hands and asked almost simultaneously. It ends with a crisp laugh.

“If Mas Rendi is not in a hurry, can you ask for a moment, Mas?”

Rendi momentarily stared at her watch, remaining half an hour before she had to go home immediately. The man finally nodded, and Alarick immediately took him to the chair where Sherin was currently sitting.