JIWO PROMISE

Gathering

Jiwo's eyes began to be fully stuck towards the main door of Witri's office as soon as the watch in his hand showed the number five in the afternoon. Time to go home from the office.

His body, which was sitting on the sidewalk near the car, is now standing upright in front of the car he was carrying.

His heart was clearly not in a comfortable state. His breathing was too noisy in his own ears.

Ten minutes passed from five o'clock, and many people had left the office, but the highly anticipated Witri Jiwo had not yet been seen.

Is he overtime?

Deciding to wait another five minutes before asking Witri's situation to the security guard again, Jiwo grew increasingly agitated at his own decision.

Five minutes feels like a five-century stretch of time for a heart so longing to meet.

His eyes never went from one direction to the other. The second by second that went through was filled with anxiety. It's not just about what he should say when he first meets. But also about whether Witri still recognized him? Also about whether Witri will receive this good arrival?

Suddenly, doubt struck his heart.

What if Witri thinks badly of his arrival this time? What if Witri considers him looking for an opportunity in narrowness?

Oh... It seemed like this plan was indeed bad and overconfident, as well as a little shameless.

It should have been better if he had contacted Witri first by phone, asking for Witri's willingness to meet. It looks more elegant.

Not just nongol ujug-ujug like this and stylish surprise-loving like in soap opera alay.

Alright. It's not too late to get out of here. Before he was seen and seen by Witri.

"Who?!" Jiwo gasped for an instant as he heard his name being called with a slightly high tone right in front of him.

"Astagglory!!" jiwo exclaimed with a face that instantly paled when he realized who was calling him.

How could he not see the presence of this creature in front of him?

Why is he in front of her? Where did he go?

"What are you doing?" Jiwo was back in a daze to get that question.

"Jiwoooo..."

"Eh! Yep!" Jiwo erratic maleness found the ruddiness and head bobble in front of him.

"It's really Jiwo Lelono right?" that voice again...

"Lt..iya! I'm Jiwo...Wit.." finally...Can say too...

Jiwo is still stunned at the sweet scenery that suddenly presented in front of him this.

The sweet smile was still as sweet as before even though the sadness still clearly loomed on his face.

Witri is beautiful and looks her mature and elegant side with the work clothes she is currently wearing.

Black long pants, combined with old ash semi blazer and light ash blazer interior. Safe neutral color. His shoes were black and his bag was light gray.

"I can't believe you got here." said Witri as she looked at Jiwo and shook her head many times. Jiwo only smiled while shrugging both of his shoulders.

It feels good to have a warm welcome like this.

"I thought Lukman was just a stale time saying you'd be here after Japan. Apparently real... MasyaaAllah." said Witri now with a face full of novelty.

Uh, Lukman said that? Sassy the boy made the scenario...When did I tell him I was coming here? I don't think there's any word I'm going to be here...

"I'm sorry I couldn't come to my house yesterday" Jiwo said, confused by what to say.

Although later regretted saying that sentence because it made Witri immediately sad face, but Jiwo was also relieved to have spoken his condolences to Witri directly.

"No papa. Please forgive me if Mas Hari is wrong with you when you meet." said Witri with a full gaze of supplication to Jiwo.

Jiwo can clearly stare Witri's eyes. A hopeful look to get something for someone who means so much in his life. Witri asked for forgiveness for her husband with all her heart. For Jiwo, what Witri does is an expression of the sweet love of a wife for her husband.

Lucky for you, Mom...

"There is no fault of him with me. I can only pray that he returns home in a state of husnul khatimah. You were patient and sincere after he died. Stay excited. Yea?" jiwo said while staring at Witri encouragingly.

"Thank you.." replied Witri bowed.

Although he had promised in his heart to no longer cry if anyone said condolences, but the sadness still could not be overcome completely.

He still could not accept fully that what happened was real. If Hari had left him for good.

I miss you so much, Mom...I could not meet sebentaaar...

"God..." Jiwo called Witri who had been bowed long enough.

"Yes?" witri replied while raising her face. His eyes looked glassy even though his lips were slightly smiling.

Sad hearted Jiwo saw that.

"No papa.." cut Witri as soon as he saw Jiwo's unpleasant face. "I'm the one who should apologize for still not being as strong as expected" Witri said with a sad smile.

"Where do you live? Can I take you home?" tawar Jiwo full of hope.

Indeed, Witri is not happy also to accept Jiwo's offer.

However, she is a widow whose husband died two weeks ago.

What happens if someone knows he's with a man?

But if he refuses, it does not feel polite also Jiwo guests who come from across the island. Take the time, energy, and funds to meet him.

"Yes, if you mind. I help you get a cab? Or do you usually go home on what?" jiwo asked after Witri again looked uncomfortable with his offer.

Witri smiled wrongly.

"I used to walk." replied Witri later.

Jiwo looked up for a moment.

A walk?

"Your house is close to here?" tanya Jiwo then berpraduga good.

"Yes. Not ten minutes. Can make sport thin." kekeh Witri later.

A moment of silence struck both. But then Witri searches for a cell phone in her bag.

"I asked Mamak first, you can't bring a guy home" Witri said grimacingly.

"Absolute to you now? Or have you been here since the beginning?" ask Jiwo with an expression of interest that is not made-up.

"No. My mommy nemenin is new. Don't have the girl far away in the region alone." kekeh Witri while pressing the call button for mamak. Jiwo smiled.

Witri is single again... Because that's not him here right now? Trying his luck on the same woman.

Jiwo was only able to be a spectator when Witri started talking to his mama on the phone. As well as being a thief to hear about the results of their conversation because 'his fate' is at stake between those conversations.

"Where? Mama, can't I take you?" jiwo asked impatiently after Witri hung up.

"No.." replied Witri hanging which immediately made a mist of disappointment on Jiwo's face.

"Oh.yeah that's it. I understand it anyway..."

"No papa because you're a guest from far away. I want to say so earlier." said Witri a bit of a frown that immediately made Jiwo beaming series.

"Alhamdulillah...I finally got to see my mom again!" jiwo is very happy.

Witri was a little astonished in her heart. Why do you want to see Mama? Fancied him as a mom?

"If so come on..ayo, show me where to go to your house." jiwo said cheerfully as he opened the car door for Witri who with a little shame then entered and sat quietly while staring at the movement of Jiwo who crossed the front of the car to get to the steering chair.

Time seems to pass so fast, right? This guy, he used to be his schoolmate in a red white uniform. Every day walk in front of the back with him, a distance of several meters away. Never wanted to get close even if he shot her. Witri grimaced amusedly remembering this part.

Then when Junior High occasionally he saw this man leaving school with an old blue jengki bike inherited from his brother who only pedal a little distance for him to paddle.

Source: google

Different from him that does look bongsor. The green jengki bike was very easy he mastered the pedal at that time.

And now this man suddenly appeared before him with a look that was already much different.

In addition to looking tall, he is also charming.

The last time he met Jiwo was during a farewell at his High School. He remembered it all for sure. At that time Jiwo wore sports shirts and uniform pants. 'The mandatory 'uniform' that Jiwo always wears when several times meeting him with different days.

I don't know, whether the schedule of Jiwo's class is changing or indeed Jiwo deliberately always wears sports shirts to meet him.

And look at how it looks now. Looks cool as well as charming with a dark blue t-shirt wrapped in a light blue blazer and jeans. And the glasses perched on his nose add points as a good looking sight.

Astagfirullahaladzim apos....What am I doing anyway?!

"Where should we go?" jiwo asked to disperse Witri's daydream as soon as the car engine sounded.

"Straight, it will be about 100 meters from here on the left of the road there is a green archway, enter." replied Witri while upholding his body.

"OK ready." replied Jiwo while starting to run his car smoothly.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.hopefully mamak will be willing to be my in-law.

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