Letter of Agreement

Chapter 1 That Night

At the hospital ...

My body stares sadly at my father's condition. I need someone to accompany me. The usual rigidity is now gone. When my father was critical.

I took the tape with doubt.

I typed a message: "I'm at the hospital, nemenin dad. Can you come ?" that's the message I sent.

Then the number called me.

"Hallo .." - I said

"City ... This who?" ask for a voice across the phone

I confirmed the number on my phone. "This is the correct number, why did the woman answer it?" thought wonder.

"Can I talk to Dani?" ask directly.

"This is her boyfriend, what's the matter with Dani?" heart gasp. If he's her boyfriend, then what am I? We were three years together.

"I'm nobody" I hung up on her phone.

That number called me again. "Hallo .." I heard a man's voice I recognized when I received the call.

"Yes." I answered briefly.

"Where?"

"Hospital, my father... Follow me" I asked. I never asked him for anything. Never does.

I heard the sound of the woman's sobs. My brain is working.

"He cheated again. True feeling".

I turned off the call, as if I didn't want to hear an explanation. For me that's enough.

That number called me again, this is the third time.

"Who is that woman? Are you cheating again? Don't make that woman tear out, it's enough of me". I turned off the call again.

I don't need an explanation, the decision is with me. I'm tired of facing his ego. And it's time for me to go.

That number called me many times that night, but I always refused.

I smoked a cigarette, exhaled it violently.

Born my mind tired, waiting for my father who was adopted. Not that I feel compelled. I sleep only 2-3 hours to take care of it. My heart is sad to see my father helpless. Born and my mind tired. But the focus is only on my father. I neglected my personal business.

My job I left. There's no way I'm working if my body's in the office, my thoughts are with my father. I can't work.

From the afternoon, my father's behavior was different. Kinda finicky. At 2am my father entered the ICU, my brother replaced me to look after him. In my tiredness, I fell asleep. At 04:00 in the morning the nun called me, and informed my father who had gone home. I'm stuck, I can't think of anything. I taste sebatangkara. I'll call the other family. My brother number one takes care of all the needs of the deceased.

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One year later ....

I work at a car dealership company. With a sales administration position. Sometimes I have to go out of town, take care of sales. I don't think I've worked seven months.

I'm used to overtime, uncomfortable with delayed work and will always pile up.

Today I overtime, I saw some of my friends were overtime too.

"It's nine o'clock" I went home. To all I say home.

I laid my body down when I got to my parents' inheritance. I still feel the pain of my father. Sometimes I still cry.

I open my phone, look at the medsos for a second, then go take a shower.

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I'm in the office and done my job. Submit a job report to my superiors directly Mr. Indra his name.

"This is a PT file. HGC please take care of all the completeness of his letters" my boss ordered.

I just accepted it, and passed with the file.

The company I worked for gave me a walking bonus. Today we will all go to the cottage on the beach Y. By chartering a bus. Some bring their own family and some bring their own.

Without notice, the trip took four hours full of jokes and laughter of the employees.

Arriving there we are free to determine the room to be occupied. I just get the rest of the room. No problem for me. It's important to rest for a while. Because lunch was prepared.

The event coordinator called me to lunch. I also moved and followed him. After meals is free time, want to rest or perform worship. My choice is to rest. Because there's another show tonight.

Malamnya ....

All employees join the quiz event with an interesting gift walking fun also bonfire. By night all misah with their respective events. Some went to rest with me.

I took the phone, opened the social media and replied to just a message in the chat application. I fell asleep with the phone still in my hand.

In a semi-conscious state. I felt someone near me. His breath sounds clear.

"Is the genie waiting for this cottage?" my thinking. I tried to open my eyes. My vision is clear.

"Pak Indra ..." I shouted. Instantly he shuts my mouth. I shook off his hand, kicked him.

I can't let out screams, only claws and jambukan to be my fight.

My depleted strength was unable to defeat him.

I felt pain and pain under my core. As if my heart was being hit, it felt like it couldn't breathe.

The smell of alcohol was so sharp that it roamed my neck. I kept fighting, didn't take her treatment.

I felt a deep pain in every movement.

Until he heard his groan along with the body that fell on me with irregular breath, slowly shifted beside me.

I endured all the pain. My body and heart are very painful. My tears cannot be held. I know what happened, what I lost. My body hurts as if it were broken.

I saw Mr. Indra fall asleep, forcing the rest of his energy, I pulled the blanket. I was still scared, there was no drowsiness, I kept my eyes on him, so as not to repeat again.

I waited a long time in the morning, it felt like years. Then I saw him move with his eyes open.

My eyes cannot be separated from her. He looked at me and looked at me. He knows my anger.

"Vina ..." her hoarse voice called my name. I'm sick of my name being called by him.

"Why are you doing this?" I demand answers.

With no words, he took his clothes and saw a red stain on the bed and looked at me for a moment, until he finally put on his clothes, and then left.

I was glued and shaken. Trying to get up and lock the room. Weak and regretted last night.

Sayup-sayup heard activity outside the room.

"I have to how?" my whiskey.

I got up to the bathroom, crying all over under the shower. I was disgusted at myself, I rubbed all my body until it hurt. But this disgust does not go away. Makes me cry even more.

For an hour I pity myself in the bathroom.

I wear the change of clothes I brought.

Tidying myself up as if nothing had happened. I packed too.

I wrapped my sheets and clothes last night, took them to the garbage dump I saw yesterday. I brought a match that always accompanied me. I burned everything, as if everything that happened last night was gone.

I moved on before anyone noticed me. Because I don't have an answer.

After breakfast, everyone gathered to return home. I also mingled as usual. All hauled ... No awkwardness.

The man ... Indra is my boss. I don't know what speech he said, it doesn't feel heard by me. Then there was applause, and everyone headed for the bus.

During the trip I was silent. Empty views. I don't want to remember what happened last night.

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