I WAS THE THIRD PERSON
Thirty Seven
The beautiful Raga welcomed with a sincere embrace. "You're finally home, Bii ...."
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The morning sun slowly crept up into the sky, the souls began their activities as usual. At 08:00 little Shofi had left for tutoring with Mbok Ratih. While Raihan started his activities at 09:00, there was a meeting of the directors of the Hospital at a famous Hotel in Bandung.
Stay again Shofi with mbok Arum. Four days already Shofi was at Raihan's house, now he began to dare out of the room earlier this morning little Shofi picked him breakfast together anyway and he could not refuse it.
He was sitting in a garden chair feeling the sunburn of the free blessing from the Esa, when his eyes caught Arum pinching a rattan bag about to go to the Market. Arum's eyes look to the right and left looking for the whereabouts of Shofi, his face looks blustery when he finds Shofi's body sunbathing in the park.
Mbok Arum is approaching. He tells Shofi about his departure to the Market. He smiled seeing the hue of Shofi's face getting fresher from the first time he came. Shofi nodded until finally the shadow of the old woman with hair on the crest to the back disappeared from behind the towering iron fence.
The condition of the house is quiet now, when Shofi crossed to go home, take an identity card and several other important cards. He thought it was good enough and avoided all the problems of life. His soul and body were strong enough now to face all.
She went into the room, wearing pregnant pants with a rather loose pencil model combined with a long, army-colored tunic that she obtained from Raihan yesterday afternoon. His face is natural without makeup facial dyes, but does not eliminate the charm of ayu that is attached since its presence on the face of the earth. Before leaving the room, she took pregnant vitamins, folic acid and a pill to calm her soul.
The condition every night that is difficult to sleep, making him need the sedative to relax his fatigue. The drug is very mild and he knows it will not worsen the fetus.
Afterwards he walked through a sturdy white door without a bag, wallet and cell phone. He would pay the taxi driver when he got home, he thought.
With Shofi walking out of the black gate, this was the perfect time, when no one in the house would hold him back from coming out like before.
Shofi continued walking until passing through the entrance gate of Raihan house housing. A biker who saw him walking alone suddenly stopped. He offers delivery services, Shofi assies. The address of his residence was thrown and the man with the motor beat quickly went straight to the location mentioned.
Thanks to the skill of the driver looking for a road away from the density of the vehicle, 10 minutes until Shofi arrived at his residence. Shofi asks the driver to wait, he quickly passes through the white high gate. Groping for a moment the new Mazda moved to take a key from one of the pots that lined up beautifully in the face of the house. He immediately turned the key, until it opened the big door.
Not wanting the old driver to wait, he immediately went to the room to open a drawer where he put a few pieces of money and immediately out handed the money to the driver. After obtaining his rights, the driver left.
Shofi stared at the minimalist building with three yellow partitions, the building that had previously been a witness to the happiness he felt, now in fact he was a silent witness to the lie after the lie that escaped his husband's mouth.
Shofi let out a rough sigh before he finally returned to the house. Various rooms he traced so that various snippets of togetherness with Syafiq appeared. He held a circle that almost wet his cheek.
"No... Not anymore! Can't cry. It's enough that my baby-to-be feels the painful shakes that I think," inner Shofi.
He stepped foot now into the room with a beautiful yellow dominance. One by one the things that were there. Her little heart rippled longing for those moments, as she felt like she was the queen there. Open the room window so that air exchange can take place. He sprayed a room freshener afterwards. Now the room has again fragrant according to its identity.
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Four days already the sturdy body awaits and restrains the burning longing. Every night he used to go around looking for the whereabouts of the wife who was carrying her seeds. Until at the office he was always sleepy and his work was not right.
The superior who saw the jaded spirit of the subordinate asked Shafiq to go home and rest, Shafiq nodded. With a shambles he reached for his APV, the aimless Syafiq must have been staring at the steering wheel while his brain kept thinking, who else might have known of Shofi's whereabouts.
His tiredness can not be compromised, he needs a break at this time. Until the shadow of his house with Shofi suddenly flashed in his brain. A house he never visited again after that day. Being there always reminds her of her evil behavior towards Shofi. Lies for the lies he often said, as well as the magnitude of his desire that often stifles his heart. But thought it was this time he ignored, because it was the only place he felt fit to relax in silence.
A sturdy gate was opened, Shofi's yellow mazda being the first thing he caught. The car that almost a week became the occupant of the house, and certainly also misses the owner remains beautiful there. Until the Syafiq APV stopped and Mazda Shofi is no longer alone.
Shafiq set foot back, trying to open the door with the key he had, but he was surprised the door was unlocked. Instantly his chest felt a great tightness, his heart was irregular.
"Could it be ...?"
Shafiq quickly moved into each room looking for the shadow of the woman he so longed for and might be in the house. Shafiq sighed harshly when everything was just delusional. Didn't see Shofi's raga. He dropped his body onto the sofa.
"Maybe I forgot to close the door when I last got here!" inner Shafiq disposes of his assumptions.
With the ramps of Syafiq towards the room, sleeping and relaxing is what his body needs right now. He opened the door .. And he was aghast!
The hijab-wearing woman with the legs of the very level she was in was there. His heart was beating fast again, slowly Shafiq approached trying to ascertain what he saw.
The two corners of his lips lifted when he saw clearly that face, the face of the woman he was waiting for. He leaned on the floor tracing Shofi's face, the fur drenching his face. "My nose has come home ..," murmured Shafiq.
Shafiq was just about to kiss the forehead, but he paused. I don't want Shofi to wake up. He also saw the increasingly bulging stomach from the last they met. Syafiq smiled.. There is a fruit of his love with Shofi growing there. Wanted to caress that stomach but again he paled.
Shafiq chose to get up and slowly crawled up to the bed. He was still staring at that face, his chest was tight to see that face looked more thin. He has hurt Shofi deeply, imagining the days of Shofi that are not easy lately, bulir back out of the corner of the Shafiq eye. He continued to look at the face, until slowly the net felt heavy, his eyelids slowly narrowed and then closed perfectly.
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💔Sorry the up is not hampered, today Bubu homecoming sister wedlock🙏
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