Last For Forever

The End of the Kejora

The atmosphere this morning was very different from the previous days. This morning looked dark, covered in a freezing cold symphony. Gentle water abortion, slowly wetting the earth Bandung. However, it was unable to stop the humble birdsong and flew here and there looking for breakfast for his family.

The quadrilateral hooded woman whined, only this time she felt lazy to go to work. After the dawn prayer, usually this woman immediately prepared to reap sustenance in a coffee and bread shop. But this morning was really annoying. The warmth of the blanket made him reluctant to move, inviting him to drown in his dressing.

Lesti flicked her blanket, and got up. Many times his hands rubbed his face, rubbing the corners of his eyes. With her limp body, Lesti grabbed the towel and started cleaning her body.

During the morning ritual, Lesti's mind drifted to reach the series of events that occurred several hours ago. Lesti had just expressed his longing for Billar, although he did not admit it when dealing with the man. So this is how you become a love slave. New also lived a day longing for mercy, especially if a month or a year. Worse, his relationship with Billar is only a friend, but his longing has gone beyond the limit.

This afternoon Billar will return from Bali. Lesti prayed that he be launched on his way, and rushed back to Bandung. Now Lesti needs Billar beside him, this way as if all the problems he was facing could disappear for a moment from his mind.

Billar is magical. He always managed to amaze her with the surprises she gave. Now he was curious about the surprise prepared by him after returning from Bali. He said he would surprise her.

Lesti ended his ritual, and lightning-fast wrapped his body in an employee uniform. Lastly, her tiny face was covered in thin make up with lip moisturizer that she laid out on her lips.

Not to forget, Lesti also ordered an ojek online. Yes, it was this man in the green uniform who drove him to work. Though, Putra offered to take her, but Lesti refused. Because in addition to not bothering the Son, Lesti also does not want the Son to enter into the problems he is facing. In fact, Lesti intends to tell Billar about the photo spread on the account of a person named Ayu.

Yes, the account uploaded a picture of him while chatting with Billar. Honestly, Lesti had accused Jesika, but after Putra rummaged through his phone there was not a single suspicious thing there. Though clearly the photo was taken from the direction of the bar, which is certain that the account owner named Ayu was one of the employees here. Or it could be, the person behind Ayu's name told the employees here to keep an eye on her.

This matter made Lesti afraid and felt very uncomfortable. Even now to go to work even the steps feel heavy, as if there is a chain that attracts him to stay at home only.

As soon as he arrived at work, the Son immediately greeted him with his greeting and sweet smile.

“Hai! How are you?” ask Putra.

“Good. Tumben has arrived?” Lesti asked back.

“Not the leader should be the first to come?” The son showed his teeth.

“Eh, Put. Lately you have not come near me. I don't want you to also be involved in the problem that is happening again with me—“

“Tapi—“

Lesti touched the Son's hand, and looked at him meaningfully. “Thank you for helping me, Put. But, I don't want to because of me you're getting involved in this. I hope you understand,” concluded Lesti while entering a special room.

The son looked at Lesti's back, then exhaled slowly. He realized that he was not who Lesti was, apart from friends. Even so the Son still hopes if he wants to live with Lesti forever, even though from the movements of Lesti he already knows that the woman is more directed to Billar. However, still this heart is still sheltered under the taste that Lesti intended.

Within minutes all the employees on duty this morning gathered, and immediately took over the position when one by one the customers came. No one dared to recite or blur out an unpleasant sentence this morning, however, their gazes especially the Jesika gang were so sternly condescending to Lesti. While Ardia endlessly gave a spirited smile to him.

Now Lesti does not know what Ayu account does on Instagram. Since yesterday's incident, Lesti was very reluctant to open the application. The boasting notification on her phone Lesti ignored, even the message from her boss. Lesti did not know how he acted, other than being silent because he did not have any evidence to uncover the matter.

Today Lesti does not interact much, everything he focuses on work. Even the rant, the ridicule, the insults, the condescending gaze, all of that Lesti ignored. Many times Jesika chirped to insult him, Lesti remained silent. Let him get tired of himself, until his mouth froths up for insulting him Lesti will remain silent.

When Lesti approached, the forward who had just been filled by a new customer, even Lesti had given a menu list and exposed a smile, instantly speechless. Sadness snatched away her smile, changing with a water circle that slowly enveloped her.

“Sorry yes, Ma'am. I don't want to be served Mbak,” he said.

Lesti turned her body, slamming into the shoulder of another servant. Just this time he got a hurtful speech from visitors. Lesti walked quickly towards the special room, and leaned her body on the chair that was here.

“I want the algae part, Put,”.

Actually Putra wanted to give permission to Lesti to go home and rest, but, the woman was strong if she did not want to interfere in her work with the matter. In the end Putra agreed to what Lesti asked, and everyone returned to focus on working until the break time arrived.

“Don't you know, how many masks do you have anyway?” chirps Jesika. “Emang anyway, I don't know what really happened, but, when reading the post I so sliced and not missteps to hate the same lo.”

“Topeng? Sooner or later, the actual mask will be revealed,” replied Lesti.

Jesika smiled knot. “Oh, yes? Why the hell are you still staying here? Why not retreat? In addition to beautify the name of this place, I will also calm down.” Jesika leaned her body. “Owh! Perhaps, the reason for staying here is because of the Son? Or the photographer?” Jesika moved and surrounded Lesti's body. “Lagian, if you get out of here you can tempt the photographer to work there, so the problem will run, right?”

“Now I asked, how many masks do you wear?” revealing Lesti made Jesika frown her forehead. “From your words, is it clear that you have something to do with this problem? Crazy!” sharp Lesti.

“Hey! Be careful when you talk, can't this be a slander?” Jesika smiled cynically. “Cup ... cup .. cup, dear. Don't say unproven sentences!” reply Jesika intense.

“Two of you, stop!” cetus Putra while draping his hand in front of his chest. “You rest, after that focus on working!” son's Order.

Jesika raised one corner of her lips. “Do not be professional, I am sick!” jesika said so side by side with the Son.

The son let Jesika who continued to step away from him, while Lesti was still silent at the spot looking at the customer who was eating his order. The son let out a short sigh, eagerly he hugged her—soothed him from the trouble that was facing him.

“You're nothing, right?” ask the son while taking a few steps forward. “I know it's very hard, but, I hope you can control your own emotions. Sooner or later the best road will surely come,” entertain Son.

“Until when?”

“God still trusts you, Ti. God still believes that you can face this problem, you are a strong woman, you fell down but you immediately rose, continue like that.” The son also looks at the customers here.

Lesti turned his head, smiling faintly to the Son. “I want to rest first.”

Lesti rushed towards the musala, he began to wudu, no matter the condemnation and condescending gaze of Jesika who had just come out of the musala. The woman really hated him, and she knew that when Mr. Ghifar paid more attention to her. Among the employees here, only Jesika and her two friends were reluctant to assume it was here.

In his bow, Lesti prayed that this matter would be quickly resolved. Lesti also intended to tell Billar, because he was also dragged into this matter. Photos of him on Ayu's account, Lesti is afraid Billar's performance collapsed because of it.

However, just out of the hallway that connects between the musala and this special room, Lesti caught the figure of Mr. Ghifar there. And when their eyes clashed, Mr. Ghifar was seen to throw his face and approached him.

“Lesti ... Lesti ... Lesti, why are you like this? Because of your problems, many people are DMing me. Yes Allah!” abugn. “Gini yes, yesterday I told you to immediately solve this problem, right? I'll give you three days from now, if you don't manage to solve this problem there's no other way but to fire you, Lesti.”

Lesti drowned her head, and nodded slowly. Not felt, tears re-wetted both sides of his cheeks, while the employees who were here were silent, not least Jesika and her two friends.

The son came forward to approach Mr. Ghifar. “Pak? You can't do that, this is slander sir. Didn't you see that the photo uploaded on the account took the angle bar? There must be our employees who are fad to obey Lesti,” explained Putra.

“Then, you interrogate everything after you finish working here. I don't want to know!” mr Ghifar. “Bapak is tired of facing people who ask this problem, if indeed among you is behind Ayu's account, I will not hesitate to fire him!” he continued, before leaving.

Everything's quiet. All the employees here, silent and without everyone realizing from them felt a very unsettled inner turmoil.

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