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Chapter 57. Where's Alan going?

Same morning, as usual. Routines performed every work day. The activity that starts from morning, until late afternoon.

The man with the cold face, to everyone. But, like a child, in front of his wife. Whine for this, blind in the morning.

"hugs." Stretch out both hands, with eyes still closed.

Sarah, let's get things done quickly and this big baby wakes up soon.

"Kiss." Pointing the left and right cheeks. After, getting a kiss, he again pointed at his forehead and nose. At the very end, his smiling lips were satisfied.

"Well, wake up!" Sarah is still in Ervan's arms. It was hard to move, for the man, wrapped around him like a snake

"Five minutes, again."

Only a sigh could be heard from Sarah. He knew full well, five minutes, according to Ervan. Five minutes, which is not the calculation of a normal person.

"Van, it's been an hour. Go, wakeup!" Sarah shook her body, asking to be removed.

"It's only been a minute, baby."

A minute from where! My body is about to crumble, Sarah cried in her heart. He did not want to waste his energy in the morning, shouting. Sarah tried to release her body. Shake there, shake here, until his head gore the chin of the husband.

"What the hell, you're like a hot worm!"

"I'm cramped."

"Curly?" Ervan wakes up. "I'll scold you. Where's the bruise?"

The incandescent mode is seeping, Sarah already knows how it ends. Fortunately, he was coming by the moon.

"no need. I'm showering and changing pads."

Ervan retreated, said the sanitary napkin like a diaper to her.

"What many?" Ervan is a little curious, with the wife's guest every month.

"What?"

"That." Pointing with his eyes.

"Would you like to see?" Sarah Goda.

"No, thank you."

Sarah giggled, then immediately got up. Ervan himself was still lazing on the bed. He nodded, checking his phone.

Alan, it's not in his apartment. Looks like last night, he didn't come home. Tirta's Message.

"Curtain, troublesome. She was like a young girl, heartbroken. It sucks." Twisting his body, in a supine position, still holding his phone. "Is it hard to say love to that woman? Ck, you suck!"

Look, who's nagging right now isn't clear. Really, had forgotten how he used to be.

"Hello."

"Have you checked the hospital?"

"Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Hey, it's still morning. I just woke up and haven't had breakfast." Tirta's nagging voice, sounded bolder.

"I'm not telling you now, you idiot!"

Tirta was silent, behind the phone. If not now, then what does the question mean.

"I'll call him."

Tut's. Connection interrupted.

Ervan threw away her phone lazily. Taking care of Alan's romance, like taking care of a young girl who is still unstable.

"Will he kill himself?"

Ervan laughed to herself, with her words. If Alan did that, he would be embarrassed.

"Basic, moron. Shame our unity."

The bathroom door is open. Sarah looked fresh, with a towel wrapped around her head.

"While laughing, what?"

Ervan waved, patting on the bed.

"Why?" Sarah sat down, next to her husband.

"What do you think it's natural for a man to kill himself because he's rejected?"

"just teach. Who knows, someone's feelings."

Deg.

Ervan's face changed, pias. His mind, fixed on the desperate Alan.

"How do men commit suicide?"

Sarah bengong's. Question, what is this? Why ask me?

"Where am I, you know. Why the hell, ask about it like that? Who wants to kill themselves?"

What the hell!

"In the drama, usually men commit suicide in a cool way. Shoot yourself, overdose, or jump, maybe. Actually, why?" ask Sarah again, who is now curious.

Ervan did not answer. He kissed his wife and hurriedly entered the bathroom.

"Ware, bad! Fuck, fool!" Ervan took a quick shower, not as usual. It was finished, but not five minutes.

"Kok, hurry?" Sarah was confused, with the husband who was finished.

"Where's my clothes?"

Sarah helps Ervan put on a shirt and tie a tie.

"I'm leaving. Cups!"

Ervan ran out. He did not even hear Sarah, who called him for breakfast.

On the way, Ervan drives his own car. Don't wait for Tirta, who has to get dressed first.

"Hello. Wh why? I'm having breakfast." Chewing sounds are heard.

"Quick! Alan's about to kill himself!"

"What?" A panicked voice and coughing from choking, sounded from behind the phone. The connection had not been cut off, as Tirta was still breathing.

"I'm waiting for you in his apartment."

Ervan disconnected the phone. Drive with focus, at high speed.

In a different place, Tirta who had been neatly gulped down his coffee, which was still hot. His tongue was about to burn, but it quickly silenced his mouth with fresh bread. He ran, in panic. Hit the things around him and stumble on the carpet. After exiting, Tirta went back in because he forgot his car keys. Really, he was very panicked and unfocused, hearing the news from Ervan.

The two friends are now standing at Alan's apartment door. Their faces pias, no joke, this time. Ervan continued to press the bell, but there was no answer.

"He doesn't exist. What if he's dead inside?"

Plaque. Ervan hits Tirta's arm.

"open. You, you know, lock the password for the apartment."

Tirta nodded. Quickly, pressing down on the numbers, until finally the door opened.

Deg.

The first thing they saw was a lot of bottles of alcohol. On the table and on the floor. The house was a mess, clothes were hanging and scattered on the sofa.

"Van." Tirta's voice trembled, the chaotic situation of the house, became a bad omen.

"Call, he."

Tirta reached into her phone, looking for Alan's contact.

"Not active." Tirta's face grew pias, bad thoughts increasingly messed up his sanity.

"Damn! Where the hell is he?"

Ervan looking in the room. The situation, quite neat, is not like in the front room.

"We're going to the hospital" said Ervan, who was out.

"Who are you?" A young woman, Alan's apartment neighbor. He had just arrived, about to enter his apartment.

"We, the friend of the owner of this apartment. You know, where is he?"

"Your friends? Good." The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Yesterday night, it looks like the doctor got drunk. I rebuked him, but he didn't repay me. He looked chaotic, even his appearance was messy. He left that night and until now, hasn't come back."

Ervan and Tirta's feelings, growing increasingly upset. Their brains were blank, not knowing where to go, looking for Alan. The man was busy in his hospital and apartment.

After saying thank you, they left immediately.

"Did you remember anything? Maybe the place Alan used to go."

"No. Every time there's a problem, he just calls us in his apartment."

"Ah, fuck! Where is this idiot?"

"How about we go to the hospital? Maybe, there's a friend of his who knows where Alan is."

"You crazy? We don't know, let alone them. Already better, tell your little brain to think, where's Alan going?"

You think this brain of mine, the witch, can tell where the man is, Tirta murmured. After all, why the hell, did he have to disappear?

Waitaminute!

"What's wrong?" Ervan saw Tirta's suddenly excited expression.

"I remember now. He told me he liked the view from the suspension bridge, which is in Sarah's yard."

"Keep why?" Ervan furrowed his brows.

"Maybe he's there."

"You're stressed, Tirta. For what, he's there looking at the bridge? You think he's gonna jump?"

Deg.

They looked, pias' face and trembling hands.