Dear, Soul!!

Invitations..

How could I be fine when the person I had been waiting for all this time finally appeared in front of me with his status that was no longer alone. My whole body felt weak even though my heart was beating fast. I miss her so much, seeing her face earlier and hearing her voice made me want to run around hugging her to let go of all my misses that have been accommodated to date. But in fact, let alone hold her, ask about her I can't. All I could do was keep smiling even though my heart was thrashing in pain.

I've always dreamed of an unexpected encounter with her, but not an unexpected one like this. I always hoped to meet him at the right time, when that time came all I felt was happiness, not vice versa like this.

I always waited for a time when I could sit with her while enjoying a warm chocolate and some sweet treats telling each other the things that happened to us while we were not together, laugh together and spend the day together to let go of longing. But it seems like it is just my expectations are too high, it is all just my thoughts that will not be realized.

It's all my fault, again it's all my fault. I hurt him until he made him go so how can I hope he will come back to me and want to continue the story of romantic drama as before. However I thought about it it was unlikely that Fauzi would ever want to come back to me again. Happy ending with her is just a fairy tale that I use to put myself to sleep and forget about the problem of how I hurt her first.

I immediately asked permission to go home early, I would not be able to hold back my feelings any longer, my co-workers would be worried if I saw me crying there.

I threw my body into bed, slowly my tears began to flow. I've waited too long, I wish it had gone too far but what I've met after all that, only disappointment and pain can't be overcome.

As long as I hope and wait, I always prepare myself to accept bad realities such as Fauzi is not my soul mate, I always prepare myself so that at least later I can overcome a little bit of disappointment, but it seems like my preparation is meaningless, I did not expect that the pain would be like this.

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"Where are you?" A short message Annisa sent this afternoon.

"In the hospital, why?"

"But busy?"

"Now, why?"

"My company dong.."

"Where?"

"Meet my customers.."

"Ck customer, it's like a sale.."

"Well, I'm an invitation seller.."

"Yes, the term wedding organizer is too good for you who always think of as an invitation seller.."

"Yes, whatever, come with me tomorrow, okay? I'm eating.."

"Okay, okay, let me know tomorrow.."

"Ashiaapp ma'am, I'm with you.."

Unlike me who left my parents while studying, Annisa left her residence and came home with me to work here. Her parents occasionally came to see her to make sure her daughter was okay.

Annisa developed her hobby in designing print and digital invitations and that is her job now. I still remember when I first met Annisa once said that she was more interested in work related to Wedding Organizer than Pharmacy, he continued his education in Pharmacy because he did not want the Science he studied for three years in the vocational high school Pharmacy to be in vain. As a result now he did both, continued his hobby and became a wedding organizer and also opened a Pharmacy, after all he could make the design of his invitation while standing guard at his Pharmacy. Annisa hires one TTK person for service at her Pharmacy when she has to go out to meet her clients.

About two weeks ago I met Fauzi, who misses him a lot. When I met let alone hugging her, I asked about the news that I could not because I had to accept the bitter reality where Fauzi was no longer alone even as she said, she said, they are busy with their wedding plans.

I took a three-day break after that day, I swapped shifts with other friends to keep someone filling my duties at work. During those three days I came back moody, how my condition that fell 7 years ago after being left by Fauzi like that again I am three days. But in the end I came back, I have learned and seen the results that happened 7 years ago when I let myself fall, very many things I missed because it was too late in my slump, he said, now I can't be like that.

I can't say if I'm okay now, how can I feel good this fast after 6 years of waiting for someone and finally he came with another woman by his side. I try to keep myself busy as much as I can so as not to be affected by my feelings of sadness. Yes my busyness is right to help me overcome my feelings but it's only temporary, I will still be pensive and daydreaming when my thoughts about Fauzi come to mind. Several times my coworkers got me daydreaming and crying, they were worried but I said that I had just watched the drama and I was carried away with my spectacle. Of course my friends wouldn't believe such a cliche answer, but they didn't continue questioning me because they value my privacy.

I realized that I was better than I was, at least I now had the desire to stand back up after the storm of my feelings, not even letting myself drift like I did 7 years ago. Once again, the Soulmate is already arranged by God and it will remain His secret.

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Today was the day I promised to accompany Annisa to meet with her client, I agreed with Annisa's request to accompany her so that at least I could go out and not think too much about Fauzi, I'm also looking for my new problem. I won't be able to hide my feelings from Annisa, Annisa will be able to read my expression or I will cry again when Annisa continues to criticize me with her questions later on, but still I want to get out because sooner or later Annisa will know everything.

"What is this eating?" Annisa said while opening the menu sheets.

"I want chicken porridge.."

"Well? Neng try to see the height of the sun now, where there is selling chicken porridge at this time. We're at the cafe, which cafe sells chicken porridge.."

"But I'm craving chicken porridge.."

"Message *bassang only, both porridge right.." *Southern sulawesi special food made from glutinous corn.

"Chicken porridge is the same as the northern kayak tastes the same south, far different.. I'll just order hot chocolate.."

"Ah okay.. Let me go to the toilet first.."

Annisa passed.

I went back to daydreaming waiting for Annisa to come back from the toilet and waiting for the order to come.

"Salvah.."

"Fa Fauzi...??"

I was half conscious and unconsciously looking at Fauzi. Ambyaaarrr my heart was torn apart again and my feelings began to fade no more.

"Tell number 13.." Fauzi said looking at the table number. "Why is this table, is he giving you the wrong table number?" Fauzi Mumbles.

"A promise?" My toot.

"Yes, today I have an appointment to meet someone and he said he has arrived and is waiting for me at table number 13, but this??" He looks a little confused.

Fauzi made a deal with someone at table number 13? Table number 13 is my place with Annisa, if it's not me that she's with the deal means Annisa's appointment is Fauzi and her?? Invitations.. Oh, my God, why don't I think about it.

This really boomerang, Annisa a wedding organizer and Fauzi is getting married soon, so???

"You're mesen's invitation?" My toot.

"Yes, but it looks like he gave me the wrong table number"

"No, this is his table. The one who invited her was called Annisa"

"Ah is right.."

"Now he's in the toilet, I'm here to make him nemein.."

"You're Annisa's friend?"

"Yes.." My answer is to try to smile.

"Oh haha, I guess I got the wrong table.." Fauzi began to sit down.

I don't know what to express? I was confused as to how, I was nervous and awkward. But it seems like it only happens in me, Fauzi looks mediocre.

Not long after Annisa returned from the toilet.

"Oh has come?" Annisa cried with a smile.

Fauzi smiled back.

"I'm sorry I brought a friend.." Annisa.

"What's wrong, we know each other.." Answer Fauzi.

"Well you know each other?"

"Yes, Fauzi was my upperclassman in high school" I said flatly trying to smile. My heart hurts so much saying this.

"It's a coincidence.." Annisa.

My phone rang, incoming call from Izki.

"I'm sorry I picked up the phone first.." I said politely.

"What's wrong, just pick it up here.." Fauzi replied politely as well while smiling kindly.

"Hello Izki why?" My toot.

"Sister, is brother busy? He said that if you are not busy, you are asked to meet with several Specialist Doctors today to discuss the hospital formulary" replied Izki from across the phone.

"Oh okay, I'll be there.."

"OK, brother.."

"Why Wa?" Ask Annisa.

"Here, I've got a call to the hospital right now, there's urgent work.. I'm staying okay?"

"That's okay, thanks for the money.."

"Yes beb.. I'm sorry I said first" I told Fauzi.

Fauzi just smiled back.

I stepped in to die Annisa and Fauzi who seemed to have started discussing the issue of invitation.

Along the way I cried, Fauzi's face was always in the shadows and it hurt even more considering he was busy taking care of his wedding invitation now. I was like a madman who kept crying in the crowd, but I couldn't help but cry because of the pain of my feelings.

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