Deepest Wound

LET'S GET ACQUAINTED

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Because this is an event so I don't have much issue with it. I try to be as relaxed as possible

pay attention to the decorations in the room as well as the invited guests present.

Duda like Mr. Erik was carried out as lavishly as this recipe. My mind smiled in amazement.

I refocused on my desk after being content to praise the event. I was a bit surprised the man sitting in front of me was staring at me.

“Hay...,” he greeted me. I just nodded lightly smiling forcefully.

“Only by yourself?” He asked the truth that he already knew the answer that I was alone. I began to guess what was on this man's mind.

“I was going to invite citizens of se RT but worried even later in thought want a demo,” sahutku indifferent while drinking my drink. And the man just chuckled at my answer.

“Are you Erik's colleague?”

Mas's? Is this man Mr Erik's brother? But why is there no resemblance at all?

Mr. Erik had a mature brown skin color and a local impression was very attached to him. But this man has white skin and athletic body like a tv actor on the channel LN.

“I used to be one of the Employees at a company where Mr. Erik was the manager.”

“Then? Now it is no?” And I just nodded at him.

“Why?”

“What's the reason?”

“Why not work there again? Is it because the salary is too small? What because..--”.

“STOP! What to ask such a person who is not yet known at all!?” I was suddenly emotional because of that man.

“Upps, sorry.” Raising two fingers

“We don't know each other, so keep your limits!” My growl.

“Ok, I was wrong, I'm sorry. Then we get to know first. Introduce my name Haidar,” while extending his hand. I threw my face away. I began to care less about the behavior of this man named Haidar. Unresponsive, he finally pulled his hand back.

“There are still many empty tables in this room,” I said in a satirical tone hoping that he would move to another table.

“Many empty tables, if you can both why not? This table looks very interesting. Here there is something simple but looks striking.” Blinking one of his eyes at me. I reply with a glare. I wanted to flush his face with the drink in my glass.

Instead of throwing away the drink I chose to drink it and left the table and stepped out of the ballroom.

“Wait! I don't know your name yet!” The man named Haidar was trying to chase me.

“Sorry that I was overdoing it. I'm new here, I'm just trying to make friends and --”

I immediately stopped the taxi that happened to pass by and maybe it seemed like God also wanted to save me from the lion.

“Buruan, sir,” My word to the taxi driver.

I glanced at the rearview mirror and he was still waving his hand there.

“Weird base! My inner.

“Where to go, Mbak?”

“Hotel M.”

I leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief I was finally free. But something is lacking, but what?

“Pak, back! Booth!” I told the taxi driver I remembered my bag that was missing. With the style of Vin Diesel as Doominic in the movie Fast and Furious Pak driver managed to make the car turn around (not so the keauan deh othornya heavy fans babang Vin.

The car that was later stopped by the driver right where I was calling the taxi. I saw Haidar still standing there holding my bag.

I got out of the car and he came closer and handed me my bag.

“Why not from earlier, anyway!” when the bag had moved into my hand.

“What do you think I chased you here for? But you walk really fast without looking at it at all.”

Then I went inside and ordered the driver to run the car.

“See you Anita..”.

I was surprised to hear Haider say my name. I immediately turned towards the car window staring suspiciously and question marks. Haidar waved his hand while smiling like he had just won a competition.

“S*al! He must have checked my identity card!” I can only hide in my heart.

Some time the taxi I was riding stopped because it had arrived. I got out of the car after paying the taxi fare.

I was already in my room in a limp I hurriedly removed the heels I was wearing. After all this time, I wore it again. My ankles and heels were cramping and hurting. I went into the bathroom took off my clothes and soaked in warm water so that blood circulation was smooth and maybe the pain would be reduced. Satisfied soaking I took a towel and immediately got dressed.

My phone rang and I picked up the call.

“Ya...,” sahutku while packing my clothes because that afternoon we will also return. There's actually another show tonight, but I think that's enough. What matters is that I am present.

“When you want to pick up?” There was the sound of Om Wandy who seemed to just wake up.

“I'm back in a taxi,”.

“What!? Seriously?”

“Iya.., now I'm back to work.”

“Ok, if you are ready to wait below for a while, Om want to take a shower first.”

“Yes, don't be long,” my message before closing the call.

We checked out from the hotel a few days ago. I began to get sleepy and took a comfortable position to sleep.

“No need to eat first?” Om Wandy asked when he saw that I wanted to close my eyes.

“I am still full,” I replied with my eyes closed.

“Should keep eating, or later your disease relapses again.”

“ Yes already, stop at the place that sold soto yesterday,” my word. Om Wandy did not say anymore and I continued my sleep. There are still a few more kilos and I still have time to rest.

While I was enjoying my sleep, Om Wandy woke me up again.

“What the hell, I just want to sleep this?” My voice was hoarse because I was still very sleepy.

“Udah to.”

“Isshh, the time has come, anyway?” I struggled like a child because I was so upset.

“Come, night rush,” urges Om Wandy with firm voice.

Somehow this situation reminds me of the moment of my togetherness with Bang Fauzan. But I hurriedly dispelled that memory of mine.

I was forced to open my eyes and tidy my hair and clothes after that I followed Om Wandy who had gone to the usual place to serve the soto. Not until I have been able to smell the delicious eroma of the soto sauce. My eyes became fresh and freed from drowsiness.

I eat a lot because the coffee is delicious. After I finished eating I got back to the car while Om Wandy was still finishing the payment. Moments later, Om Wandy got into the car and we continued our journey.

Om, why is it through here?” I asked because Om Wandy took the opposite path and obviously it was not the road leading to the city we were in.

“Schedule your check up in three days, and it's not certain Om has time on that date. So all right, and tomorrow we continue to go home after you check up.” I just nodded faintly. That means I have to mentally prepare again.

...**Tbc...

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