FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)
SESSION 2 IN FRAME "DUKA HERDILAH FIRLANDO"
Thirty hours, Herdilan's phone wasn't activated. His job demands loyalty and high focus in doing his job this time.
Actually since yesterday his body was a little limp. Maybe because of home sick or indeed erratic weather. But Herdilan must remain passionate about his routine as a worker.
Especially in the land of people. There were no relatives in the place where he lived. Only a few friends and friends of fellow Indonesian citizens who he knew.
Make him not dare to mess around let alone assortment, in the business of work. Everything is written strictly in the rules of his employment contract which is still eight months away.
At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, he just reactivated his hape.
Surprised to see a lot of notes coming in. There were even dozens of missed calls from Christian, Roger, Fika. Even Viona who never contacted him also made a phone call to him.
Deg.
Herdilan's heart is like a hammer.
It hurts so bad.
Instantly..his body was limp and collapsed on the ground.
"Mr...! Mamaa!!!" herdilan's loud cry made some of the comrades who were beside him startled to hear his screams.
I was shocked to read Jay Christian. He said Mama Tasya died at half-sixpm yesterday, and was buried at nine this morning.
Her tears fell down.
He immediately called back his stepbrother.
"Mas! It's Chris!!! Mama, where is my Mama?! Hik hik hicks..."
...[.Herdilan, strengthen your heart. Your mother is happy with Allah Ta'ala. The strong ones, right?! We pray for you too!]...
Christian replaced the call with a video call to the phone screen and switched to a television screen. Until it looks like his entire family gathered at the house of the late Jonathan Lordess.
"Butii!!!" Dzakki yells to call Delan who is seen on the tv.
...[.Dzakki!!! Hik hik... Dzakki. Ohma Tasya.]...
"Yes, Pi! Oma died huhuhu..hiks! When will papi come home?"
...[.I don't know, Son! Papi's going home. Hopefully I can get permission!]...
Herdilan shed tears. Seen by her, the lethargic faces were sad after the funeral of her beloved mother.
Only a thank you could be given to all his brothers.
Herdilan again slumped, after closing his call. He was crying on the floor.
My mother has always been by his side. In joy or sorrow. In pleasure also sad. It's gone now.
Her mother has died. Go away for ever.
He sniffled himself. Gently rubbed his back by some of his coworkers who went down concerned.
Now he is completely alone. Kara sebang. Because both of his parents are dead. And the title of orphan also makes it even more sad to add to the title of widower he holds.
"Patiently, Lan! Strengthen yourself, strengthen your heart!"
Herdilan. He went to the office manager's office where he worked. Trying to negotiate in order to return home soon. Somehow.
Even if he has to get sanctions. Herdilan doesn't care.
He really wants to go home.
After a long time and enough talk that there is no end of the base, Herdilan out of the manager's room with a sour face.
Now he tries to contact Ciko, a friend who invites him to join in this joint venture.
Currently, he and Ciko are not at work.
Ciko asked him to hang on for a week. Until the work of decorating the walls of trading offices and cafes that use their services was completed according to the booking agreement.
Ciko will try to lobby in order to replace Herdilan with other friends. He understood the state of friends in his High School was in mourning. He also understood the feelings of Herdilan who wanted to go home immediately because of the Mama who returned to Rahmatullah.
Finally, Delan had to endure his patience for the next week. Though the event tahlilan the Mama has been off for more than a week. Makes him only breath. Piqued.
Such is. Work in people's country. The consequences are like this. Can't go home immediately if something happens in the country of origin.
Be it a state of grief, as well as in liking. He cannot at will give up the work that has contracted him.
Hhh...
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