Longsuffering

Anphal

those black memories

I'll crush it with the night wind

you just need to, love me

- Vishnu

Jakarta, Vishnu-Wita

The fresh wind that Vishnu felt after the 'fir family' scene in his office did not last long. Because since the incident Wita actually avoid it. Lost from his sight and difficult to meet and even contact.

But one thing made him angry. Delivering the corner of his heart grew even more poignant as Lanis contacted him. "Every night Wita contacted me Mr. Vishnu. Nightmares strike her back.., this is not good!"

Vishnu asks Andra to make his Lady meet him. There is no time to let the woman get sick for a long time. "Andra.. make a schedule Wita to report all the preparation of our cooperation with his company, this afternoon!". Vishnu's stern voice made Andra shudder. If the tone and intonation of the voice of Andra's superiors was as cold as the chunks of glister at the north and south poles, then surely this is a big thing.

Staring at Lady in her study led her to an unstoppable rage. Angry at the fact about grouperuha n the Wita that never subsided. Angry at the lap of the Wita for the ignition of love and love between them.

"Stop acting stupid Mr. Vishnu, because you won't get anything" Wita's voice in his office echoed the strange pain in his love story. Does Vishnu appear to be a foolish man who acted on the struggle for his tribal women?

"The cooperation agreement involving me personally will be completed early Mr. Vishnu. So that you are no longer crazy about my presence", Nyalang eyes Lady it really makes a pain that since this morning he brings feels more gaping nestapa.

"Get out Wita!! please you out! your answer is enough to make me understand", Vishnu who from the beginning held an unwarranted anger, between longing and helplessness, and, giving in to the glare of the eye with a twinkle of hate and regret he got from the woman he loved. It hurts so much!!

Wita, breezed away leaving her who was still holding a heartbeat of anger and the pain of losing a long-lost love. You.. Wita's outrageous!!!

****

"Still want to overtime mba?" revita asked in the lavender-scented room.

"No ko. only a responsibility", Wita's responsibility is still focused on checking the various e-mails that come from Mr. Hermawan.

"I'm ready to eat, huh mba? from earlier I saw mba had not eaten yet", Revita back up the sound.

"No need, I'm not hungry yet Rev". Whether what food Wita had consumed this morning, the hunger that should have been there this afternoon was not felt since noon. He ignored the assistant's attention.

"Mba... Would you like to ask?" ask Revita next with doubt.

"What Rev?", asked Wita while noting the important points presented by Mr. Hermawan in his e-mail.

"Sir Vishnu Kayak who has known the same mba for a long time?"

"He's my former student Rev's parents"

"Owwh. very good you know the same mba. Kayak that. nyimpen taste so"

"Not that Revita.."

"yes that's all I see. Every day he comes here. Mba aja strange, choose to work in a rented house rather than in this super comfortable office. Moreover, there are many handsome scenery here. hihihihi.." Revita laughed to herself noticing her absurdity.

"that's just your guess Rev"

"I agree that if you are the same Mr. Vishnu, he is a good person"

Revita's words have started to slur. If not immediately stopped can be a matter, thought Wita.

"You can go home, Rev, I'm still doing this. Later I go home with a car online only", said Wita.

"What is mba?", asked Revita again.

"Dad.you go home first!"

"Mba don't be too tired ya!, last night mba did not sleep you know", yes.right! her nightmare last night woke Revita who was next to her room. Revita gave him warm water, accompanied him to just talk lightly, until finally drowsiness could not hold Revita to wake up and say, "mba I sleep ya. drowsy".

"Mampang Prapatan sir!", pinta Wita on the driver who drives his approved order car with a nod and answer, "good mba".

Tonight, Wita scanned every skyscraper that stood firm accompanying his weakness behind the car windows. He became a dwarf in the middle of the night hubris of Jakarta.

Until the car stopped quickly holding the brake on which the driver stepped.

BRAAAC

Sontak makes Wita jerked from the passenger seat.

"What's up, sir?"

"It looks like an accident, it's a very hard collision" replied the driver who was holding the car's steering wheel and was silent on the spot due to the congestion created from the accident.

He saw by Wita many people scattered, out of the car or pedestrians. Then there was the sound of a woman's scream out there shrill Wita's ears.

Wita's sight now began to blur, battered by the shadow of a red car hitting him. His stomach was nauseous and his head began to throb pain. His ears were ringing, until the rounds of father's recording, ambulance, car, bounced, cell phone sounds appeared in irregular grafting.

"Sir. I'm down here!"

****

Vishnu is now driving his own car. Expose his anger to a destiny he cannot yet control. The woman, incarnated a foreign woman is unachievable by any stretch of taste.

In the darkness of a dim night among the city lights, he walked the trail of time that felt slow and painful. Then the sound of his phone suddenly made his anger turn into unstoppable worry.

"babang. mba Wita is not home yet. Revita just now, the number's hard to call".

Andra half gasped to say this to Vishnu.

"send the position Ndra, track!!!".

Vishnu drove his car to where Andra had sent. Now his heartbeat can no longer be held to beat fast when he saw the traffic jam and boisterous people gathered with the sound of an ambulance.

His anger in fact can not erase the trace of love that he tore at the heart of the Wita.

Do not Wita, please God.do not Wita!!

Vishnu then decided to pull over his car. Get down and run towards the point that his phone's GPS pointed out.

The view in all directions. Stop at one point. On a piece of fragile human crouching on the edge of the sidewalk of the road. He looked shivering, cupping his face in his own lap.

Vishnu ran without warning towards him. He saw Wita's hands trembling, while the soft sound of crying sounded so painful.

"Wita.", her voice greeted the girl by equating her crouching sitting position.

Wita looked up at the direction of the voice. He was shaking and shaking his body was not yet in control. Staring at Vishnu with a sad look at the wounds recorded in the history of his life. The man that was this afternoon gave me bitterness. The man he had thrown into the secluded courtyard in his life.

"it's okay Wita, everything's fine, it's all over..!"

Vishnu gave him hope in the victory of his soul battle. "you great woman Wita!, I. will not stop loving you".

A sentence that delivers tears falls in the heart contest, slipping silently in the longing.

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