Has Been Hanged

55. Yea...

A handsome man with wet black hair, was fretting at watching television alone without friends. The night was almost early in the morning but his eyes were still squeaking with great ignorance. Eyes that are like being defiant at the fatigue of body and soul of the master is still so alert open.

Feeling wrong with the girl in the room. His calls and knocks on the bedroom door didn't get a response once. His intention to invite a conversation with a cup of warm milk did not get any welcome.

Hionga moved tiredly back into the room and spread on his soft and wide bed. Look at the set of nightgowns and underwear on the side pillow with a bad taste. The happy pleasure that had been felt a few hours ago, now changed with a million feelings of uncertainty. Between happy, relieved, proud, regretful, curious, or even afraid of being alternated in his head and chest.

A few hours ago...

Erang delights and sighs resigned that tease the desire increasingly flaming, stopped suddenly with a brightly lit lamp in the room of Shahdan. A beautiful life mannequin without a single thread was being seen widening in shock and shame under his body.

The unexpected immediately gave an inverse response from his posturing attitude just now. Shahdan who was mastering the hot breath of his breath, and was tightly above Ratria's body, immediately got a strong hand repulsion and kick. Shahdan who was not prepared with the sadistic reaction of the wife was strung on his back beside him.

Ratria quickly pulled out the blanket and covered her beautiful plain notched body. Looking at the handsome man who was also without clothes, but still had time to look at Ratria's amazement even though he had just been kicked very strong.

"Sir Shahdan, sorry. You're all right, right? I just pushed your chest and kicked your leg, not the others, right?!" ratria asked with guilt. But I was relieved by the reaction of Shahdan who did not see pain and.... And with his big cannon that still looks alert and upright. Ratria was embarrassed to see him.

"Ratria, are you angry? Forgive me, Rat," said Shahdan while sitting and not caring about his innocent state. The beautiful girl wrapped in a blanket and looked more seductive it shook her head.

"No, it doesn't matter Mr. Shahdan. Sorry, I'm just not ready. I'd better go back to my room now" said Ratria with a dead red face. And turned quickly towards the door of the room and out.

"Ratria,,!!" call Shahdan who is of course late. And feel like a more sadistic man jiga running after the girl outside. They had to be left alone even though they did not feel willing.

Shahdan quickly fell on the bed with a perverted smile. Yet it turned itself quickly and supine with a pain ringing on its tense face. Holding his large cannon that seemed to be broken because of being pinned himself just now. Condemn their own sudden outrageous negligence. With a happy smile that seemed attached to his handsome tangled face.

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At four o'clock in the morning before dawn, Shahdan was tidy with a shirt and a carrying briefcase. Stand up from sitting on the terrace when it appears that Arka's driver has come. Shahdan rushed to his car. The driver rushed in following.

"One morning to go, sir?" ask Arka curiously.

"You're distracted? Still sleeping?" Shahdan asked. Arka quickly shook her head.

"No, sir," said Arka later.

"The chief director, my CEO is coming from Singapore. I don't want to find a fatal error on the branch I'm holding. Although old, he was meticulous, Ar," explained Shahdan who was secretly depressed by his work. Arka looks mangosteen.

"Sorry, sir. Why didn't you direct the tea company of your grandfather in Blitar? It's more comfortable and uplifting to squeeze the brain into a privately owned business, sir" Arka said carefully. Shahdan looked at the Arka.

"Right be Arka. But my work soul is used to it at the airport. It's actually kind of nervous if I'm the one holding my grandfather's factory. I was worried that the factory that my grandfather loved was actually so backwards in my hands." lamented open Shahdan to his loyal driver.

"It's yours now, sir. You have to love the factory, then you will easily hold it. Isn't your wife the one there? If only Mr. Shahdan had loved mbak Ratria, surely you would prefer to live in a factory rather than live and work anywhere." Arka turned back very carefully.

The name Ratria, which has just been called Arka, makes Shahdan look restless and restless.

"Yes, Mr. Shahdan. Thank you" said Arka beside him.

The Shahdan prepared to disembark as Arka turned on the road to the airport building, specifically a road for vehicles belonging to the employees who will be on duty. Along with the dawn prayer hall from the direction of the mosque in the Juanda airport area, Sidoarjo.

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I don't know what time I finally fell asleep. What is clear is that this morning it woke up slowly when the short needle pointed at the number five and the long needle at the number seven in the morning.

Realizing that Shahdan had gone to work, there was a sense of disappointment in his mind . Even though it's wrong to ignore every call from the man at the door of his room. Because very embarrassed and felt so easy to rely on all the fondness of Shahdan to him last night.

But no hypocrite, if the touch of Shahdan last night felt intoxicating. Although everything failed because the lights were lit suddenly.

The clothes left in Syahdan's room turned out to have been washed and were being dried in the back. It's been taken and packed to take home this morning. It feels pretty moving.

Bi Tina didn't come this morning either. Maybe it'll come in the afternoon.

The door of the room is not locked, there is a sense of heaviness and sadness when closing and removing away from it. Walk quickly in order to slash the pain and doubt the departure this morning.

Quite surprised when he saw the driver Arka was relaxing on one of the terrace benches. And Arka also turned her head when she closed the door again.

"Mr Ratria, are you leaving already?" ask Arka and sit up.

"Yes, Arka. It's going to Bungur," Ratria smiled as she removed the key from the door. And put it on the front desk of Arka.

"Mas, that's the key you gave me that day. Please give back to Mr. Shahdan, yes." Ratria told Arka with a smile and hid her sadness.

"Yes, but, uh,,,"

"Thank you, mas. I'm goin. Assalamu'alaikum," Ratria walked quickly towards the fence. But a big bag containing clothes that are held, grabbed by people and it turns out Arka is the culprit.

"Mom, let me take you. Make it easier. Breakfast in the car, yeah. There's your rice inside. I'll take the car slowly." Arka while walking towards the garage hurriedly. Inserting Ratria's large bag into the trunk quickly.

Ratria, who had been worried about Arka's words, just silently followed. Delivered to the big terminal Bungurasih Surabaya, of course, it will facilitate the trip. Ratria hurried after Arka got in the car more excited and entertained.

But still feel sad when saying in the heart 'bye, bye sir Shahdan...'

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