Deepest Wound

I WANT TO BE ON THE WEDDING DAY OF THE ONE I LOVE

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Luckily the weather is not too hot because the sun seems to be more comfortable hiding behind the clouds. Not hot but not cloudy either. I followed behind Mr. Erik who was chatting with his colleagues about the project we were working on at the time. Since setting foot in that place, I have actually lost my concentration because I was disturbed by my memories with Bang Fauzan.

Usually Bang Fauzan has welcomed us there with his smile, more precisely he always smiled at me when we met in a job. That is what inspires me. Although served under the hot sun but there is also a coolant there.

“Oiya, Anita. Please make a report what important parts have been conveyed by Mr. Sasli, you have recorded it, right? Later make a report about it and tomorrow should already be on my table.”

I gasped as soon as I heard Mr. Erik's voice suddenly breaking my daydream. Let alone making reports, I did not even hear clearly what they were talking about because it was too late in my own mind.

After being in the car heading back to the company, Mr. Erik again asked me if I had recorded the contents of his meeting with Mr. Sasli earlier. I answered honestly that I was unfocused and did not record a single bit about the core of the conversation.

Mr. Erik is not the least bit angry with me. He was also the one who witnessed my bond with Bang Fauzan. He knows how we love and need each other. Even though I had rejected his proposal, but not a single bit of Mr. Erik took revenge on me. Even he also encouraged me so that I still stepped forward and took the wisdom of the incident. If outside office hours then there is no such thing as boss and Employees. But we spoke like a friend even though Mr. Erik was older than me.

Unable to stem my curiosity finally after returning home from the office I went to the mainland to look for signals and check messages from my phone.

A few minutes later I finally got the signal. My phone clinked a few times because of the number of messages that came in. My eyes immediately looked for the name of Bang Fauzan from the many pasan that entered.

There are some messages coming in from Bang Fauzan. I read one by one the message until the last message when he told me the date of his wedding.

I couldn't hold back my tears even though I knew the news would come to me and even I promised to come if invited.

I set my breath slowly trying to calm the turmoil that was inside my chest. I wondered in what words I was replying to the message. Because even Bang Fauzan told me not to come because he didn't know if he could hold himself back if he saw me there.

But I saw a message from a new number that gave me an invitation to attend the wedding. Looks like one of Bang Fauzan's relatives accidentally sent it.

I could only smile with concern at the words he wrote. I was sick, disappointed and hurt. But I still have the life to be an invited guest on that day.

Looks like the person who sent this message is challenging me!

I asked my boss for permission earlier on the grounds that there was family business. Fortunately, I always get permission without getting many questions.

Yesterday I heard my colleagues talking about those who did not want to come. But there are also those who want to keep coming to fulfill the invitation and congratulate. But I didn't say that I would be there, too.

In the morning I set off on my bike so that by noon I would have reached the city. Because of the afternoon I intend to continue my journey to the city where Bang Fauzan lives. Yes, I was determined to profit still come to the wedding of the person I still love so much.

Laras was a bit surprised by my arrival. Because I came on an undue date.

“Assalamu'alaikum..”.

“Wa'alaikumsalaam,” said Kak Laras with still putting on her her face. He followed me to the door of the room.

“Anita..., is there a problem?” He asked me from outside the room when I closed the door and changed clothes.

Kak Laras who already knew that the city was the birthplace of Bang Fauzan, he immediately put on an angry face and looked educated.

“For what?”

“Tomorrow his wedding day, and I was invited,” answered me trying indifferently with Kak Laras' gaze getting sharper towards me.

“You're invited? Is it not wrong? If it is true, then I say that they do not have a heart!”

“I asked to be invited.”

“You asked for it? When?” Delik Kak Laras's.

“I know from my friends that she is getting married, so I congratulate her and I said I would come if invited.”

“You sure?” Still with a probing look.

“Yakin, sure as sure as a sure person. But now that I'm hungry, is Brother cooking?” Ask me as I walk into the kitchen. I just mince words to ask even though I actually know Kak Laras always cook because Kak Agil is a very disciplined person including eating. And Brother Laras will definitely soften if he hears hungry words from me.

“Please go if you have obtained permission from Om Wandy,” said Kak Laras while putting some side dishes on the table.

I've prepared the words to talk to Om Wandy.

Apparently my intention to leave was really conveyed by Kak Laras to Om Wandy. It was proven that Om Wandy immediately came to my house after coming home from his office.

I gave a reasonable reason to get permission to leave. It's not that I'm afraid of Om Wandy, because he's unlikely to hurt me. But I'm more worried about Bang Fauzan if Om Wandy catches up with me and hurts. With me asking for permission, my path was safer and smoother even though what I attended later was a scene that would probably make me even more hurt.

I got permission, but on one condition Om Wandy will also come along and take me. There is no other choice, agree to the terms or not at all.

Finally I agreed and that afternoon we left and arrived at 11pm at an inn not too far from where Bang Fauzan's wedding was held. Because we had rested and had dinner on the way, so I just took a break because tomorrow I have to get up early.

...**Tbc...

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