Longsuffering

Drizzle Spoons

when death says hello

no pauses and suddenly

surrender until we keep asking.

forgiveness to the Creator

- Vishnu

Bandung, Wita-Vishnu

"You should have asked for leave today Wit!, our wedding is a week away", whined Satria when Wita is now preparing to return to Jakarta.

"I'm ashamed Sat, three days ago I should have run the program, this is even Mr. Hermawan. I'm a new employee, embarrassed that my job was just a ditch".

"But at least, answer the phone or chat I Wit ya!, do not be questioned he admitted. We want to get married!"

Satria, facing Wita must have complete patience. Getting Wita takes a long time. Friends during High School is difficult for him to pursue and reach. So, when Wita received his proposal, he did not want to waste too much time. Although a few months ago, he had to refrain from being patient due to the request of Wita's mother in buying time.

Wita just throws a smile to Satria. Satria then decided to leave Wita who was preparing it with disappointment. "Yes already, be careful on the road!, promise three days before the day H you already have to in Bandung. No more bargaining!" satria said before breezing away and disappearing from Wita's sight.

Wita was only able to sigh. Seven more days? has he? Then what did he do today? She should be getting married this time. But he prefers to spend the rest of his time in his partner company, the company.. Vishnu Permana.

When some of the documents he was preparing were put in his tote bag. Documents that he will work on in the next few days, regarding the preparation of assement in order to recruit new employees, the sound of his cellphone rang.

Revita..

"Hallo.. Assalamu'alaikum, Rev.."

"Mba. mba Witaa.", replied Revita stammered ignoring the greeting that Wita said.

"Why Rev? I god willing slide today to Jakarta. Any issues?"

"Mba Witaaaa... mba. mba Witaaa.", sobs are heard behind the phone.

"Revita.. Please..what's the matter?"

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"Pak Vishnu!!", breathless Andra approached Vishnu who was monitoring the project of building the contemporary modern City Hotel Jayakarta in the South Jakarta area. "Sir Vishnu.. you. have heard from Bandung?", asked Andra to the superior.

"What's the Ndra?" sontak Vishnu stopped his activities.

"Sir Hermawan had an accident" Andra said gasping.

"Astagfirullah.., what's the situation now?, where's the accident?"

"According to the news.accident fitting to go to his son's house. Want to celebrate his new grandson in circumcision. Mr. Hermawan...." Andra paused her speech. "Pak Hermawan's... Died.", he continued.

"Innalillahi.", sober Vishnu moved from where he stood. "When did it happen? How's it? buried yet?"

"I should have heard. Unburied bang, position still in hospital".

"You. handle the preparation of the contract with Mr. Josep this afternoon. When finished, immediately follow me to Bandung! Help everything, make sure what the family of the deceased needs can be handled, funerals and others!"

"Good bang".

"Remember, with Mr. Josep you discuss the point. You'll request a re-schedule to re-establish our cooperation!"

"Ready bang, brother.be careful on the road!"

Mr. Hermawan, a figure Vishnu has known for the past two months. Many gave him service and a passion to fight. Still remember in his memory, the fatherly figure laughed crisply at the expression of Vishnu's heart.

"Hahahaha..kidnahkan nih I, the director of a large company that I aspire to get a contract cooperation as young as you Vishnu sir, and in this case it turns out you who coveted my company, my company, my employee exactly".

"Call me Vishnu sir"

"yes. well. Boy Vishnu, it's okay even though the mission is like that, but I guarantee my company will provide the best service"

"i believe sir, because the people behind you are the best people, the best leaders"

"hahaha, you're good at praising people too"

"No sir, that's a fact"

"hhhmmzodz.see you, I remember my son. Chasing his love to the end of the world. And finally, I now have one grandchild who will soon be circumcised. Love must be fought for. Later, I will be a happy witness for you and Wita together. Like I see the happiness of my son who can achieve his love*"

"God willing, I promise to make it happen sir"

"must!!!"

Vishnu's heart is now throbbing pain, just now he saw the figure of the father who had long left him to his partner named Mr. Hermawan, now he has to lose back.

Arriving at the funeral home residence, a yellow flag perched sipping its sorrows this afternoon. Wreaths filled the streets of the elite housing complex. A group of people came carrying their own faces.

Vishnu is now stepping into the room that appears from a distance a lifeless body covered beside the kebat has resigned at the end of his duty as a servant while in the world.

Seen around the figure of a woman who looked at the body of the man who became his superior. Wita, the frozen silence unsheathed a hazy look full of regret. No tears, no sobs!

Vishnu approached the woman he missed slowly. More than anything, Vishnu believes, compared to himself, that he is the one who is the hardest hit by this incident.

"Have the corpse prayed?", he whispered to Wita while equating his seat with crouching.

No answer came out of Wita's mouth. He just looked at the body in front of him. Sculpting and freezing with a mute mouth.

"Wita, multiply istighfar!", whispered Vishnu next. "I pray first for the deceased" said Vishnu while standing and establishing himself to worship some mourners who came along with him.

In his tears and regrets he convinced himself to move on. Lord, put him by your side in the best place!

"Allahu Akbar.."

"Allahummagfirlahu..."

The prayer that he offered to deliver Mr. Hermawan with a thread of prayer was completed. He then greeted and greeted the wife of the deceased as well as the child who had

told proudly by Mr. Hermawan. But a moment later he realized something, Wanita was not in the place he had just seen.

Vishnu looking around, home page, terrace, living room and even kitchen. Wita he could not find.

"Revita, did you see Wita's mother?", she asked as she met Revita in the kitchen of the funeral home.

"No sir, I've been here since. Setting up some needs for the family", Revita answered with a face wash.

He then decided to head out to the parking area. Then met Andra who just pulled over her car.

"Ndra.. see Wita?"

"Not really" answered Andra.

Vishnu sighed and circulated his gaze in all directions. "yes already.you please take care of all the preparations for the funeral of the deceased, I have to find Wita first".

"Good bang, careful".

Vishnu, he re-circulated his gaze in all directions. I hope to find the person he is looking for. But his activity immediately stopped because of a greeting from the back.

"Sir Vishnu.. has it been a while?" the voice of the woman with her body greeted her.

"Hi ma'am doctor Lanis. Not so long"

"Searching for something?"

"yeah doc. I. find Wita"

"Wita? just been here? where now? who is here? he's okay" asked Lanis without pause.

"i don't know, I just saw in the house. I prayed first but suddenly he was not there"

"Find me Mr. Vishnu! Find Wita! FIND WITA IMMEDIATELY!!!" pinta Lanis trembled.

Lanis's words really made her flinch. He drove his vehicle while scanning every point of the road he went through.

Please Wita!! Don't you drive me crazy!

His car continued to drive until he suddenly stepped on the brakes of his car when he saw the figure he was looking for was sitting crouching in a park of this elite housing complex.

Approaching the Wita slowly.

"Wita.".", he said softly.

Wita then puffed up, staring at the Vishnu who had been harboring worry ever since. He saw the look in the eyes of the woman glazed and sad. Then she softly and shakily said, "Aayaaah.... Aayyaaah..." The cry of Wita .. now broke unstoppable.

"It's okay, cry!!", said Vishnu accompanied the sit of the Vita on the wet garden ground due to the drizzle of rain that greeted this afternoon. For the second time, he rubbed the back of the woman who continued to shed all her tears on this sorrowful day.

Wita, if I may. Give me all the hurt and suffering. Let me endure it...

In the soft sorrow that incarnated the soft breeze, accompanied by a drizzle of rain, the two human beings are now in a deep sorrow contest.

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