Dear, Soul!!

Who?

Four days passed from the incident where Salwa always felt confused in the midst of his activities. The night was so long for Fauzi that time, it was finally missed with his worries slowly disappearing at this time.

That day was the last time Fauzi found Salwa in a slightly confused state. Strange things that happened to Salwa before, have not happened again four days ago. Salwa is back to normal as before.

Salwa wakes up early as usual, preparing the clothes that Fauzi will use to go to work, cook and take care of Mikayla as usual. Salwa who returned as before made Fauzi feel relieved. Worries that had doubled him to make him unable to sleep all night, eventually only became a meaningless worry.

Although Salwa had returned as before, but Fauzi still advised Salwa to obey the doctor's request to keep checking her health again.

Today, Fauzi had to meet a client early, so Fauzi had to leave work earlier than usual.

Salwa had begun to wander in the kitchen from dawn, preparing her husband's breakfast and provisions early, considering that last night her husband said that he would leave early this morning. Until all the kitchen was done, Salwa returned to the room and helped her husband prepare before leaving for work.

“Sorry baby, I am so sorry to bother you so early this morning” said Fauzi felt guilty for making his wife wake up early to prepare her needs.

“It's my job darling.” Salwa replied smiling as she tidied the circular tie around Fauzi's neck by partially hiding behind the collar of the white shirt Fauzi was wearing.

Fauzi left an hour earlier than he left for work on his usual day.

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A few months ago, Fauzi as a director at the company sent a cooperation proposal to other companies engaged in the same field as the company that houses it today. Yes, Farhan's father, who had a fairly advanced business, entrusted one of his subsidiaries to Fauzi. Obviously not because Fauzi was a friend of his son so he entrusted Fauzi to the position of director, but because of Fauzi's satisfactory and trustworthy performance, as well as his professionalism in work.

Given that the intended company currently includes large companies, so Fauzi intervened directly in sending proposals to the procurement of meetings.

A week ago Fauzi sent his proposal, and only yesterday after the day Fauzi received a response and a meeting call to discuss a small part of the cooperation, before it will finally be discussed in the meeting for a discussion that leads to more results, and everything related to the cooperation.

Fauzi had already arrived at the place where they had previously agreed to hold a meeting. The company that will come to meet with Fauzi is also a director, making Fauzi not want to make him wait until he arrived an hour earlier than the 8 hours previously agreed.

Fauzi leaned against the back of the chair while playing his cell phone, sent a message to his lover and asked if their only daughter had gone to school or was still busy keeping her mother in care of her. A smile could not be separated from Fauzi's lips when Salwa sent him a picture message featuring Mikayla pouting because her father, whom she often called Papi, had left earlier this morning.

“It seems like there is something happy on your phone, until you smile so”

Someone's rebuke resuscitates Fauzi and distracts him from his cell phone.

A round-eyed woman, with pliable bulumata, sat in front of Fauzi. She smiled at Fauzi with her small lips adorned with nude lipstick.

A familiar face, but not familiar enough to make Fauzi remember it.

“Haiss.. From your gaze, it seems you don't remember me.”

Fauzi only smiled faintly, not dodging what the woman sitting in front of him said, with an unmoved look.

“Sorry.”

“Why apologize? It's been ten years, so it's only natural that I've forgotten the same I” he said with a smile that did not escape his lips.

“Have a meal message?”

“But”

“What if we have breakfast first? I haven't had breakfast.” He said as he reached for the list of available menus on the table.

Fauzi just looked at him.

Aware of Fauzi's gaze that can not be separated from him, the woman spoke up “Hei.. Why look at me like that. I know that you've forgotten me, but that look makes me like a complete stranger.”.

“Ah no, not so I mean.”

“Oh yes.. I forgot to introduce myself and just got busy talking. Ha ha ha so it's only natural that you are confused. Relax, I'm the one who has an appointment with you, not the one who just sits in front of you”.

Fauzi just smiled. Not much Fauzi said, other than his mind trying to remember the woman sitting in front of him, before he was also confused to make sure, whether the woman was right was the one who had the promise to meet her. And finally the woman answered a question that only Fauzi reached through her gaze.

“I Karin, the director of the company who received the cooperation proposal from your company” He said as he reached out his hand

Fauzi grabs and greets her clean white hands with a white gold bracelet that adorns her wrists adding to her feminine impression.

“Fauzi. Previously thank you for accepting the proposal and responding and willing to do this meeting.”

“Normally don't be so stiff, just relax.” Reprovedly. Yes Fauzi language is a bit formal, considering this ongoing meeting is part of his job.

Fauzi simply smiled in response.

“I did not respond much to such proposals, but since I saw your name as well as your company, I became interested in doing this cooperation”

“Not my company” said Fauzi clarifying the mistaken notion of women constantly talking casually with him, even though their current meeting is a meeting between colleagues. “The company belongs to the parents of a friend, and entrust it to me”

“Fauzi... Fauzi... Why is it stiff like this anyway?” A small, crisp laugh accompanied his words. “I know we're in a co-worker meeting, but I'm not a person you really don't know until you have to speak so formally. Ha ha where is your humorous nature? Does that only happen if you get together with Farhan and your other friends, hem??”

He knows Farhan??

Fauzi tried hard to remember the woman in front of him, but his memory of the woman seemed to be buried so far that at least Fauzi could not evoke the memory.

“Ah is already.. Come on breakfast first, I can't work if my stomach is empty”

The woman handed Fauzi a menu book. Fauzi is actually not hungry, his wife's cooking this morning is quite delicious even though it is made early in the morning, so it makes him eat with greed and satiety. But in order to appreciate the colleague who is now sitting in front of him, Fauzi finally ordered snacks again.

“Seeing you who do not remember me, even when I have introduced myself, makes me realize that my presence in your previous life was really not memorable”.

“Sorry.”

There was no other word Fauzi could say other than an apology, right his memory could not dig out who exactly the woman in front of him was at the moment.