Deepest Wound

THE NAGGING THAT MAKES ME BUMBLE

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Working hours were up, I rushed to tidy up my desk and stepped outside leaving the room.

“Yang kangen Sounded from one of my colleagues who came back to taunt me.

“Be careful Mbak.., don't rush later sprain!” Timpal Riris, the co-worker I was most familiar with.

My relationship with Bang Fauzan has been trending among my fellow employees since yesterday's application day. Even Bang Fauzan did not hesitate to show his attention to me even in front of fellow employees.

If there is a time usually Bang Fauzan come to my office to invite a meal together during the lunch break. Bang Fauzan works full time in the field, while I work in the office unless there is an additional task that requires me to take to the field. It was only during the break that we could meet.

I walked towards my housing while wondering in my heart why Bang Fauzan had not come to see me. He promised to come to the office when he arrived. Is he still on his way?

Question after question filled my brain. Until I was not far from my house and saw a car parked there. I'm so sorry for whose car it is. I immediately turned my gaze to someone who was sitting on the wooden chair on the porch of my house.

I smiled happily at the person I had been waiting for for the past few days to be there. I sped up my steps to get to the terrace and then poured into the arms of Bang Fauzan who was standing up to welcome me.

I had my arms around her neck and even acted like a child asking to be carried.

“Why don't you come to the office..?” Ask me with a whine.

Abang's intention was also so, but the clock back is still half an hour away so Brother went here just so he could wait while taking a short break.”

“Means Brother has half an hour waiting here?”

“Hm'm...,” Bang Fauzan nodded with a smile.

“Abang must be tired. Am I too chatty huh, Bang?”

“You are chatty, but that's what makes Brother kangen. Lagian Abang himself, who has promised to nemuin you.”

“Hehe, are there any chatty people who make kangen? Yes, I've been in for a while, Bang.” I went inside and brought hot coffee to Bang Fauzan.

“Bang, I don't know how the sugar dose is if I make coffee. So brother himself yes, who entered the sugar,” I explained while putting a jar of sugar next to a coffee cup. I'm not the kind of person who's shy about admitting flaws. Except admitting that I've been dumped by my own family since childhood. I have not dared to say that to anyone including Brother Ardi.

“Why bother anyway, Dek...?”

“Ngak bothered, Bang.kan only make coffee doang, and all I want to know the dose of sugar in coffee Abang.”

“If you make even without sugar will still be sweet really, Dek,” Bang Fauzan said with a smile.

“Serious?”

“His sweetness, his coffee is still bitter.” Again Bang Fauzan pinched my nose.

“Ishh, kirain really,” pissed me off.

“I'm still confused, Brother Laras told me to take a week off before, but I think it's too long. Maybe three or two days before the wedding only time, yes?” I turned to Bang Fauzan for an opinion.

“But Brother agrees more with Mbak Laras' opinion. At least Adek has a lot of time to be able to rest first before our big day later.”

“See how it will be, Bang. There's still a month more. Next week I go home first to the city to ask Kak Laras, has arrived where the preparations are.”

From the beginning I gave everything to Kak Laras. From the building, the invitation and deliver the news of my marriage to relatives who actually I do not know whether I still have a family relationship with them or just an invisible blood relationship. Because all this time they never showed the impression of family to me. Looking towards me, they stared in disgust.

After finishing the discussion on the wedding preparation, Bang Fauzan also said goodbye to go home.

I waved my hand as the car driven by Bang Fauzan left my residential area. Then I went inside and checked the paper bag that Bang Fauzan had given me.

A dark gray scarf at the end of which is the initials F.A. I smiled when I saw the initials that might have been deliberately taken from both of us. I kept the scarf and headed to the bathroom to refresh myself.

POV Author

Anita is a tough, tough, critical, realistic woman who can fit in any environment as long as she is appreciated. She is a woman who always blatantly expresses her opinion without hesitation. But there is one trait that cannot be given praise is the plain and slow nature that sometimes appears in him. The point is indeed true that in this world no human being is truly perfect without flaw and reproach.

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I felt very happy when my cousin, whom I had considered to be my own, had given word of her readiness to get married. It is not in vain that I invite my little family to live with him so that he may have a good example. Not all marriages end in divorce. What else all this time Ardi, her former first love still contacted me to ask about Anita's situation. I had time to convey this to Anita, she looks fragile every time she heard the name Ardi mentioned. So I never said anything else related to Ardi even though Ardi actually still contacted me to ask about Anita's situation and even he had asked me to give me a contact number and address anita's workplace. Until I saw a man who was so sincere and caring for Anita and I persuaded Anita to open her heart again.

I never hated Ardi even though she left Anita to marry someone else. The marriage was at the request of her parents. Before we got married, he met us and spoke well. Ardi is indeed a good man, but now his status is no longer possible in hope to be united with Anita.

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