Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

A Fatiguing Day

Time showed at 20:35 when Babe's invitation stopped the speed of the bus he was driving right in the alley contractkan Mbakku.

I'm overtime until 20:00.

With a step I turn the key to the wooden door in front of me. The bed became my main destination. It was tired all over the body. I looked at my phone screen, 2 messages written there from a number I didn't know.

"Have you reached Lyra??"

"Save's my number, Dimas."

It instantly beats my heart reading his name. Just remembered I gave her my cell phone number in the cafeteria earlier. I'll put Dimas's mas number on my contact list immediately.

"New to Mas," I replied to him.

I waited for her answer again, but until I drowned and carried me to my dream world.

The clock shows at 22:30 when I woke up. I stared at the bag still hanging on my shoulder. The same clothes I was in this morning. Yes Alloh, why can I sleep so easily, my mind.

I remember the last time I was texting Mas Dimas, I excitedly looked at my phone screen.

Maybe there's a reply from him? my mind.

Apparently there was no reply to a message from him, disappointed I put back my phone.

It's been too late thinking of taking a shower.

I changed my clothes.

I washed some parts of my body.

I rub my teeth.

Before I finally continued my dream I did my Isya worship which was almost missed.

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"Today is still the same as yesterday. Fida still can't get in so there will be a replacement in our line. Please check properly each of your work lest there be any mistakes. keep the spirit !!!! Assalamu'alaikum warohmatullohi wabarokatuh," said greetings Mbak Dewi closed the meeting this morning.

2 Hours later, as usual, Mr. Dimas came to check on the job of the surrogate next to me. I was dying to ask why he didn't answer my message last night. But a lot of people around, I don't want to be too visible.

I noticed that he was ordinary, there was no guilt in the slightest meeting with me. Sometimes he glanced at me but there was no greeting, but all night I really waited for a message from him.

Am I too into GR an, thinking he has more attention for me??? Stupidly I was quick to believe, lest Mr. Dimas just make me his toy. Just give a wishful thought to me, continuing to rumble in my mind at this moment.

Suddenly I remembered Mas Bayu.

Is Mr Dimas also like Mas Bayu. teasing the other woman behind me???

But I have no relationship with him, do I deserve to be angry with him?

Was our closeness yesterday not real, and only my imagination?

There's a lot of stuff flogging in my brain.

I looked back. His figure was not there, until suddenly the voice of someone awakened my subconscious that had filled my brain.

"Lyra, what are you thinking?" Doni stage packing called out to me, yelling at me exactly.

"What's up, brother?" I told him that I was older than me.

"Ni lo see, loe products there are missing labels".

"Astagfirulloh, it turns out that my daydreams had an impact on my work," I felt guilty. I went straight to the Packing stage and put the label I had not put on the product in front of me.

"Thank you, brother" I said.

"Thankfully I'm not sleepy anymore, if we pass our line," he grumbled at me.

I accept every word of Brother Doni because it is all my fault.

From the line next door it appears Mr. Dimas noticed what happened. Do not want to get into their problems, because it looks in the eyes of the problem can be overcome.

🌻See the Clock on my hand 11:45

15 Minutes to rest, my mind.

I feel that today is very heavy and want to relax my brain, thinking with rest can clear my brain again.

Mr. Dimas passed me immediately but I immediately turned my face away pretending I didn't see him. And it just passed.

A delivery man who used to add parts to the line suddenly approached me, whispering something to me.

"Mbak, later break check message on hp Mbak ya!! go and leave in a hurry.

"Who is he? I don't think I know him" I ignored him.

\=\=\=\=Bel break reads\=\=\=\=

Some members ran to the cafeteria. Some went to the mosque, and I chose to go to the toilet first because this morning my monthly guests came, Can a little relax this break does not need to be crowded in the Mosque, I thought.

Ringed hijabku.

Wash my face.

I suddenly remembered the delivery speech on the line.

Check the message on my phone, he said.

I took the phone in my pocket.

"Haahh, 5 incoming messages from Mr. Dimas and there is 5x Missed Call.

11:50 "Eat someplace regular!!!"

12:05 "Co hasn't been to that extent?"

12:10 "Still a long time?"

12:15 "Don't eat here?"

12:16 "Where is it?"

I saw the clock in my hand 12:16

The last message was not sent long ago.

I quickly accelerated my way to the cafeteria. Is he still waiting for me??

Soon I took my lunch tray and headed to our usual place. There was still the back of a man behind me in that place.

Ohh, he's still there .. I'll speed up my steps immediately.

Stay 1 meter position Mr. Dimas in front of me.

Then a woman sat next to him. Fris, I see that woman.

I sat myself 1 meter behind them. I saw a tray that was still full in front of the man.

"His wife Mr. Dimas hasn't eaten his food, does she want to wait for me?" guilt enveloped me.

I took my phone trying to send her a message. But when I send. Haahhh, my phone's dead.

"Sorry Mas, I'm busy thinking bad about you, but I hurt you" I said.

He's no longer seen coming to my line.. Is Mr Dimas angry with me?

Hahh no, I thought the break would merilex my brain but instead, my brain was getting full of my guilt.

Later at home I will contact him immediately ...

At 15:15 hours our shift is over.

Smua people cheerfully rushed towards the locker until finally taking our bus invitation each. But not so with me.

I see the line is empty now, without my spirit stepping my legs.

It was a tiring day, my heart.

Until the time in the canteen.

Someone pulled my arm.

Take me to sit on the edge of the canteen, our usual spot.

It looks like the atmosphere of the canteen has been quiet.

There were only a few office boys who looked deftly cleaning each side of the canteen regardless of our presence.

I saw the figure that had just pulled me.

"Mas Dimas," I said.

My lips were confused and would begin to explain where. He passed and a moment later again clasped 2 tea bottles in his hand. 5 Minutes passed with our silence. The sounds of 1 by one the bus invitation left the parking lot immediately resuscitated me.

"I have to go home, "" I said.

"I'll take you later."

"What's all because I didn't reply to your message last night Lyra, so you didn't find it in the cafeteria," she started a conversation with me.

"Did my message through the delivery not reach you?"

"And the message on your phone, didn't you read it?" his tanubi with sharp eyes and full of questions there.

"I'm in the cafeteria ...

I haven't been able to continue he immediately cut my sentence.

"So you're in the cafeteria but won't come to me, I'm waiting for you Lyra."

"No, it's not like that. Aku....

"Didn't you understand my feelings Ly??" he cut my words again.

"Can I finish my sentence?" I said seriously while looking into his eyes.

I told him every detail that happened at lunchtime, until I went to the cafeteria and saw Fris had sat in my place.

Mr. Dimas took a long breath.

Because everything turned out to be not as expected.

"I'm sorry, Mas Ly, has been thinking badly about you" he said.

Looked back at the eyes that I know, my eyes, Mr. Dimas.

"Mass, can we go home now," I said seeing some office staff had started to be seen passing through the cafeteria to the locker about to go home, the average of them was the one who brought their own vehicle. They came home when they saw the road conditions had been seen off guard.

"Okay, get your drinks out!!"

"Next don't go anywhere, wait outside.

just under the stairs on the right corner, your phone will die, so you are not confused looking for you," he said as if I was a little girl who would just disappear.

"Yes," I replied, smiling at him.

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The mood of the locker looks quiet.

About 5-6 people including me inside.

I opened my work uniform.

now my casual clothes look.

Pants jeans combined sweeater loose colored amry.

The plain black hijab that I tied back also perfected my santaiku appearance.

I let a little black bag wrap around my neck.

I tied my white sneaker strap.

Before I left, I looked at the mirror behind my locker door.

I flattened the pink lip cream on my lips to disguise my tired face.

I went down to the parking lot.

At the bottom of the stairs was a figure of a man standing on his back where I was standing.

A figure that looks different, without the usual uniform he wears in PT.

The man with a height of 173 cm was wearing a dark blue Jeans along with a black T-shirt that looks very suitable on his body. His hand was holding an old ash-colored bomber jacket.

Black sneakers with variations of 2 white lines add to the radiance of charm.

I don't know what he saw there until he didn't realize my steps were starting to approach him. He turned around and saw me standing behind him.

"Haiii .. You've been here a long time Ly?"

his eyes looked at me from head to toe. And he smiled.

"New," I replied.

"Wait a minute, I'll get my bike first," he passed by while giving his smile back to me.

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●Missing : not installed.

●Delivery: the person who delivers the part that will be installed to perfect a product.

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