Longsuffering

Anger

the breath of my love has made

hunting the anger deeply

because you're muttering mute in the run

until I die in life

- Vishnu

Jakarta, Vishnu-Andra

The book in his grasp he could only touch with a tight grip. Keep wondering if the book in front of him is worth reading. Tetehnya gave this book before he started his luxury sports car to continue his daily activities in Jakarta. “ini already read, PR he said for Adhis parents to read this book. Very good according to teteh, teteh also so motivated to continue better. So Risyad's mother is the same as your child's mother who megegemesin it”.

The fruit of the hand that should give him happiness, but the gift he received from the brother this time did not make him happy. Even during his journey he became a world racer figure like Lewis Hamilton who raced to make the streets like an F1 race along the Bandung-Jakarta toll road. Plugging high-speed gas until he himself does not understand what time he is hunting.

“Pak Vishnu!” Andra breaks his daydream. “today's our meeting with the board of directors, about fifteen minutes more. Do I need to take time off?” Andra decided to ask because from now on the mind connection Vishnu like being in the remote mountains that are difficult to reach. “no need, you prepare all the files!” vishnu replied as he stepped towards the door of his office.

Andra nodded and immediately prepared everything that his superior needed. He slightly glanced at what had disturbed Vishnu's mind. He saw a thick book of light gray with the title OF THESE STORIES ABOUT ME. Opening the book, at a glance he saw the table of contents displayed in the book. Contains some themes about early childhood. Andra just shook her head, a little misunderstood and better decide not to bother. He closed the book he opened, then slightly frowned when reading something on the cover of the book; author: Dewita Maharani.

Long meetings that are very difficult drain the energy of some people who are in the meeting room. Analyze and discuss about the Design and Build Contract (Design and Build) that the government has just issued in Candy No 25 in 2020. The duration is very long to exceed the time limit of reverberation in the evening. The meeting was then terminated after the meeting leader decided to postpone the discussion of the meeting that day.

He continued his activities by meeting several clients at several star hotels in Jakarta. Make an agreement that will give benefits to both parties. The time on a luxury Rolex-labeled watch with a half-billion bandrol worn on Vishnu's left hand, shows at 22. 45 WIBS. He still follows reports on his tablet screen with the sound of a piano clink at the hotel restaurant where he last met with a client today. His client had been saying goodbye to him for an hour.

“Dra.. You're not coming home? Your work hours have run out of the last” question Vishnu broke Andra's daydream that had been weighing a question he wanted to make.

“bang..” Andra paused her speech.

“apa dra, there must be a wish. Call brother..abang.” said Vishnu while sipping a cup of warm coffee treats hotel subscription it. Andra for him is a friend at once he considers as a sister that he can always rely on. In the work, or in the organization of the campus first. Although he was only a level above Andra, but Andra always considered him as a brother who was full of warmth and loyal to solidarity.

“abang.. have found Wita?”.

The warm coffee that Vishnu rebuked suddenly felt bitter when he heard the question of his best friend. Found out? Is he really looking? No!, he wasn't looking for Wita's whereabouts. He even intends to run to the end of the world to remove all traces related to Wita. Then now Andra inquires about ‘find’? goddamnit!!.

“do you know what Andra is? About what I was doing and I was facing at this time”, Vishnu asked Andra with a thick layer of anger that erupted.

“at least you can ask. Why would he do it. Brother did not even have time to say anything to Wita when he decided to go to Switzerland. Or...” Andra paused solidify her courage to continue her sentence. “abang can say congratulations and give her prayers on her marriage”.

“but you have to make sure of that. Until brother worthy and worthy to call it a woman who is not special”.

“you don't know anything Andra!, do you feel the pain of seeing your lover through your own eyes and head faithfully with other men, choosing various valuables that will be the sweet memories of their marriage?. Then the woman tossed your heart without a word and spoke. I didn't try to contact him. After that, I went to his house many times, even for months. But what is it? The only answer I got was the statement of his neighbors who said they and their families went out of town. Where else if not to the place of the son of a bitch, whom he married after having the heart of mengkhiantaiku”. Vishnu's eyes suddenly red ignited anger. Angry at Andra? Or the reality of his life?

“i'm just worried, we're wrongly concluding something”, the closing sentence that Andra gave that night hit his chest and soul horror. Which conclusion does Andra mean, is not he just a man who continues to stand with all the plans given by God?. Even if he kept thrashing around asking for any explanation of his senseless fate he still got the same story, abandoned!.

That night, he had no clear goal of returning home. A home? The apartment? Meet friends?. Visiting an old uncle? I don't know.the four-wheeled vehicles continue to circle the streets of the capital. While the clock on his hand has shown the number 01.30 in the morning. He was a little dazed, which way his car would go. Until without realizing it his car has pulled over in front of a skyscraper that offers bravery with a flash of lights, Art and De, his own office building.

“good evening sir, uh morning.” asked the security of his company with doubt. “still no work sir Vishnu?” ask again.

“ada left behind bang. I go upstairs first.” Answer Vishnu

Upon arrival in his office, where he made time to stay, he threw the black suit he wore on the sofa today. The sleeves of the white shirt he wore. Loosening his neck-strangling tie, opening the shirt collar button, and then he sipped a bottle of cold water he took from the refrigerator.

He then dropped his body on his soft work chair. His eyes then looked doubtfully at a book covered in ashes given by the brother a few days ago which he did not read in the least. His eyes continued to scan the title of the book he was holding.

THESE ARE STORIES ABOUT ME

Author: Dewita Maharani

Shakily he opened the cover of the book, saw some introductory sentences from various figures. Then he opened the table of contents. Until he reached the 5th sheet his hand stopped, saw a picture that he knew first, a head braided with a funny face caricature a child, spiked the first page into the cover of the author's subtheme. Suddenly his chest rumbled, his body was sweating and his breath was stung.

“aaarrrrrgggghhhh.!!” he threw the book towards the closet that became the interior of the room.

BRAWN

PREAANGGGS

His book lay falling down along with an ornamental lantern on top of a cupboard made of glass. What else he had to do, especially.

Once again he vented all his chest-stifling emotions.

“aaarrrrrgggghhhh.!!”.