I Love You Jessica's

Don't you want to hug me?

A man who was almost desperate was tracing the river where the incident occurred. He explored nearby villages and houses in search of his wife. A loyal friend stood by him. Bagas, the two of them split up and met at one point they agreed.

Faris, occasionally stop by the stalls just stop by while removing a cellphone with a picture of his wife. Searching for answers, even though everyone she asked always answered with a headband. Faris has not given up.

After several hours of walking around, he stopped his footsteps at one stop like a grill. They left their bikes in a place not far away.

Feeling tired Faris sat over the wall, exhaling and breathing fresh air. Supplying air into his lungs. But his eyes are sharp. He lamented his poor fate. Yes, the field-breasted man again dropped his tears. Faris was also in love. But he never felt this deep love. Not because of Jessica's beauty, not because of her makeup, not because of her smooth white skin, not because of her money, not because of anything.

If death does occur, why can't the seeker find the body. If he's still alive? Where the hell is he? Why is it still a mystery.

A speck of clues is just that river, that ravine. According to the information, Jessica ran away in a hurry. Jessica didn't bring her phone or carry anything, except the clothes that were attached to her body. But Faris kept hope. Jessica's still safe, Jessica's gonna call her. She was the only woman who had memorized her phone number.

Ooh, so this is what it's like to lose a wife? Faris just found out. It was more painful than any torture. Losing property and having nothing is not sad, not at all. But losing a wife is a great shock, which makes the contents of his heart feel empty springing up.

For two days now, all of William's men were deployed to search for clues to his whereabouts. But, free. Niente. The people of the village even harassed him, underestimating him. They said 'where possible' ! The man who fell from up there could not have survived. Falling into the big river, must have been drowned or carried away by the current. And if the body falls to the bottom into the river, I don't know what it's become. It's been over a week.

"Shalat ashar yuk Mas, we pray first. I'm sure our feelings will be better." Bagas patted his back slowly, not knowing when his friend was near him. Making Faris a little jump, apparently he was daydreaming.

"I called him from earlier," muttered Bagas.

"Thank you Bagas, you remind me. Let's find the nearest mosque." Speech weak. The two then rushed to find the nearest mosque.

"It's late, Mas, how about we find out tomorrow again. Poor Khizam too Mas, he brought Caca to the Boutique. You should think about your son too.  Mas still have Khizam, do not let Mas sick. She needs you so much." Faris nodded to Bagas' advice even though he still wanted to search.

***

"Well.aaa..aaa..".aaa.."

"You're so handsome!" The compliment.

"Master," call Faris.

"Call me as you normally would, son" replied William softly.

"Sorry Pi, I put Khizam here first. Bik Wena who will-" Not yet finished speaking, William cut off the conversation. Because William knows where Faris's talking is going.

"I'll take care of my granddaughter, son. Let him stay here, he'll get more attention and very adequate facilities, for a while if you travel."

"Yes, the next days I'll go find my wife."

"Look, my feet can no longer stand straight to look for him. Take my people away to help you." William is still in a wheelchair. "Don't worry, you can take Khizam anytime. I'm not gonna limit it, I get it. Because he's the only one you have right now."

Faris was stunned, she was silent for a while when William said his words just now.

"Didn't you want to hug me?" William continued, one of his right hands was stretched because his left hand was holding Khizam.

Faris could not speak, she immediately approached and hugged the haughty man in front of her with a sense of haru. One problem is over, the truth is out. The heart is at peace. There is only one that God hides, he said...