
Desi just sat in front of the computer. From there he reached the office, but almost nothing he typed. Desi was still thinking about what Sandra said this morning when she was escorted by Sandra to the office. Maya's name was ringing in her ears. Her eyes re-glazed as she recalled when Alex left without saying goodbye to her. She was indeed the legal wife of Alex Candra Wijaya but the legal wife was only written on her marriage certificate. He didn't even have full rights to Alex's life after marriage. Because according to the agreement they agreed together if they will not interfere about their personal lives after marriage.
"Sat..."
Desi was surprised by the call of Nadia who was already standing beside him. His daydreams about Alex really do not know the whereabouts of his best friend who was out of nowhere near him.
"Are you sick?" Asked Nadia who was holding onto Desi's shoulder. He was worried because from earlier all he saw was the residence of Desi.
"No..." Desi replied by shaking her head quickly. To answer the question Nadia asked him.
"But..." This time Nadia holds the forehead of a woman who has been almost ten years of being her best friend. "You look pale. Just tell me if you're sick, I'll..."
"I'm fine..." Answer Desi who cut Nadia's words. He tried to smile to cover up his anxiety when he thought of Alex who never gave it up. "You don't have to worry..." Now his hand is holding Nadia's hand which is still attached to his forehead. "You'd better get back to work" pushed Nadia's body slowly away from her desk. "Later if we talk a lot that we have to be angry..." He said facing the computer again. Both of his hands had re-typed his work on the computer screen. He bit his lower lip as the feeling of tightness came back to him. It is very desirable that he told the truth to everyone about the taste that he had been craving all this time. A sense that was out of nowhere as he opened his heart to Alex. A feeling that becomes more and more claustrophobic when he cannot express his feelings.
Nadia knew something was wrong with her best friend. He was still standing behind Desi. Desi doesn't usually behave like that. The cheerful Desi is nowhere now. Then Nadia picked up her phone that was in her pants pocket. Type a message on someone who might be able to restore Desi's joy.
*
At three in the afternoon, almost all Wijaya Group employees went home. But currently there are still some employees who do their overtime work. One of them is Desi. He had to finish his job before the deadline ended in two days.
Nadia pulled the chair up to near Desi. Played his phone while waiting for someone he had sent the message.
"You're not coming home?" Ask Desi. His eyes are still on the computer screen. Her fingers danced over the keyboard.
"I'm waiting for someone" replied Nadia who was still playing her phone.
Both were long silent. Desi is still busy with her work while Nadia is busy with her cell phone. Until the arrival of someone waiting by Nadia managed to take their eyes off the computer and mobile phone.
"Assynoltom..."
"Wa'alaikum..." Answer Desi and Nadia simultaneously. Both of them looked directly at the origin of the sound. "Iwild..." The two said again as they walked towards Alika.
Since Alika married the leader of this company, these three friends rarely met. Alika who is busy with her boutique business and taking care of baby Agam makes it difficult for them to meet. They had to make an appointment in advance if they had to meet like this.
"Good..." Reply Desi and Nadia again simultaneously.
*
A few moments later the three were already on top of the Wijaya Group building. The place where Alika used to be is a favorite place. The long white-painted bench is still there.
Desi, Alika and Nadia were sitting there. Facing the beautiful sun that seems like two more hours will sink. Their hands are now holding the avocado juice that was brought by Alika.
"Well... Lovely..." Nadia said as she exhaled slowly. He who is sitting in the middle now sees alternately two of his friends sitting on his right and left side. "I want our friendship to be forever..." Said again.
"of course. I don't want our relationship until there's a rift. I love you both so much" Alika now voiced her heart. She was in a hurry to go to her husband's office after coming home from her boutique because Nadia sent him a message that Desi looks not okay. During being Farel's wife and mother to her son Agam, Alika was not so able to walk three streets with her two best friends. All because he was busy with his work and taking care of his household. But just now he got a short message from Nadia, inevitably he had to immediately meet his friend Desi. He just wants to be a good friend to two women who are now sitting on the same bench as him. And of course he also wants to know why the attitude of Desi all day is not as usual.
"I love you both too..." Desi said while leaning her head on Nadia's shoulder.
"You okay?" Alika and Nadia asked simultaneously. They know Desi's been thinking a lot lately. They will also help if Desi does need help.
Hearing the questions from his two best friends made Desi raise her head. Now his eyes are on his two best friends who are now also staring at him. "I'm fine" Desi replied.
"But you don't look all right" replied Nadia.
Desi let out a million-watt smile. He didn't want to make his two best friends worry about what was now his anxiety.
Alika moved to sit next to Desi. Now his hand is holding Desi's. "Me and Nadia know you're not okay. Don't worry us anymore. What's actually going on? Is there a problem with your household?"
Desi can't take it anymore. His eyes were already glazed over. The clear liquid that he had been holding now had fallen soaked his cheek. She cried. Can't stand the tightness in his chest. He lowered his head deeply and did not stop crying. But for now he is not even ready to tell the truth to his two friends about the household he lived with Alex.
While his two best friends can only stroke Desi's back meaningfully. That was all they could do to calm Desi down. It's like a brother. Now Alika and Nadia hug Desi tightly.
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