Belongs to Other Women

The Part 44

Jefri POV's.

"Yeah!!" I grabbed my upper hair and pulled it rough.

Why is Tika suddenly like this?

No response phone same chatku.

Difficult to find. Wanted to the office. She is also rarely at home. It was her turn to Lisa's house that she could not meet.

Shit!!!

The feeling the other day I had nothing wrong. Mama Papa is fine too. When I returned, he was still ordinary. But why is that the next morning he says to the office anyway?

Not a deal either.

My eyes are still busy looking around, who knows how to cross his car on the street. Did I take him home? Must have gone back to her dong house? Trus if I meet nyokabnya I have to say what? Uh but he said his Nyokab went 5 days..

I doubt..

Not long after my phone rings..

Paula calling's..

I lift it up, I press the mute button.

I finally decided to go to Tika's house. As soon as he got in front of his house. I hesitated to go in. I thought about it in the car. Then I opened my dashboard drawer, I took a small paperbag neatly tucked away there. I got a white shirt in it.

This is Tika's shirt. The shirt that had been hit by a wine spill. Now it's clean after I put the laundry in. I wanted to give it a few times but always forgot when I was with him.

I paused my intention to enter his house, because after I monitored, not a single car was parked in the yard. I decided to go home.

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Tika POVs.

Teeett's..

Teeett's..

No one opens the door. I'm sitting on the floor. I hope my brother Haikal will be home soon from the hospital where he works. Haikal hates most if he is visited to his workplace just to talk about trivial problems. I decided to come straight here, his house just to calm down.

After a long wait, Haikal finally arrived.

"When have you been here?" he scolded me while helping me stand up.

"Cruisely before."

"Why not call? Can I get the keys to the hospital?" his scolding opened the door and told me to come in.

I went in and threw myself into the soft sofa in front of the television. Then I turned on the television, looking for a channel that would have entertained my chaotic feelings.

"Drink." Haikal handed me a bottle of my favorite drink. Then he sat next to me.

"Have you been to the hospital again?"

"I'm here, okay? Tonight, tomorrow I go home." I said.

Haikal looked at me, "You're not fighting with Mom, are you?"

"No, I'm fine with Mamah, just need to calm down. Can ya?" I glanced at my sister on this one.

Suddenly he stood up, leaving me to enter his room. Then before long he came out, carrying a piece of his sledgehammer that began to widen.

"Nih, later do not forget to shower, if you want to sleep in my room only. I want to get ready again." he threw the shirt and a towel.

Haikal and I were only 1 year and 2 months different. Haikal is a very quiet person. He also doesn't like pleasantries. At the age of which he now belongs to the category of young successful doctors. Already have his own house, his own car, even he is supporting himself since college.

I moved from my seat. Opened fridge. Sure enough, in the refrigerator there are still quite a lot of junk food and other instant foods. Fresh meat. Fresh chicken. And a wide variety of bottled drinks. I was looking for something I could eat, because honestly, Haikal's taste was the last choice I would eat if I was desperate.

"There are no vegetables. Just tortilla skin, corn, same broccoli." The rep surprised me.

"Profession doctor, but all that poison ate!" I said while still busy looking through the contents of the refrigerator.

"As long as you can still eat, eat, do not need to be detained." he said again while taking a box of junk food and then put it in the microwave.

I'll take a packet of tortillas, corn, broccoli, and an egg. Then I started cutting corn and broccoli, then sauteing them with a little margarine and black pepper. Then I scrambled the egg together with the stirring earlier. When I'm done, I put the stir-fry in the tortilla sheet and I roll it up. I just fried that tortilla again with margarine. I made it 2 pieces, because I know, Haikal will definitely take one.

"Good job!! Wrap the one, get me to the office. In the drawer there is aluminum foil." he said while taking out his junk food and eating it on the kitchen table.

I handed him a pack of tortillas I had made. While mine I put it in the plate. Then I took her to the balcony next to her house. I ate it there.

"When is there any news?" Haikal was suddenly there in the balcony too, lighting up a cigarette.

"She is calm."

"You'll also call Mamah, say if you're here. Ntar Mamah panicked nyariin."

"Yes done."

"Trus if you want to smoke, open this door. The blower's broken down."

"She is calm."

"Don't forget to take a shower before bed."

"Yes done."

"Ntar to mi......."

"Then you're such a pussy?"

Haikal fell silent. Then he came back with his cigarette. After he finished he left. Usually, he pecks my head and disappears. Yes forever in her eyes I was her little sister. And sometimes I miss that.

A drop of water appeared in the corner of my eye. As soon as I heard the sound of the door closing, without being able to block it, the water instantly flooded both my cheeks. Don't know why. What is clear is that my tears just kept coming out without me being able to stop, until I sobbed slowly.

I tried to calm myself down, I stood washing the dishes that used to eat earlier. Just cleaning the kitchen. Then I took my bag, sat back on the balcony to smoke a cigarette. I haven't smoked in a long time, somehow this taste of my cigarette. I just enjoy each trunk, while occasionally I wipe my eyes that are still a bit damp. With a blank mind that drifts somewhere.