My Choice of Woman

Episode 56's

The morning greeted me with a warm smile. The sky is not so blue, there are still clumps of clouds carrying rainwater. This morning Ray has decided to pick up Farah at Ilham's house.he still has confidence that Farah is Bu Tin's son. Like the sun, Ray's smile was so warm and pleasant.

Just like the days before Ray wore ordinary clothes, there were no fancy suits or other fancy clothes. He wears clothes like a middle class man. Ray is eager this morning to comfort Farah even though lara covers him. She wished the girl to be a happy and smiling girl.

Ray was already in front of the high fence of the house of Ilham. He waved his hand so that the driver immediately rushed away from this place. Ray with his face stood waiting for the idol to come out of this house.

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Inspiration woke up this morning. He still looked at the morning in Zen City from behind the window of the hotel room. Today his feelings are not as excited as they were a few days ago. Like there's something wrong with him today. Ilham was very uninspired to find the whereabouts of Anneline.

Inspiration breathes heavily. He misses his old life. Morning to go to the store and at night he sleeps in his own house. Ilham missed the atmosphere of his home and missed Farah too.

I would love to return to Milepolis. But on the other hand Ilham was eager to find where Anneline was.

Suddenly there was a sting centered on the left chest. The reflex holding it.

“What's with me?”

Suddenly Iham felt restless. His mind was on Farah.

***

Farah had prepared herself. He brought a meal that contained fried chicken flour. He felt he needed to bring this menu. Farah walked in complete emptiness towards the door of the room of Ilham.

There was no answer, he realized the owner of this room had not returned, and now he knew where he was.

Farah whispered to the door of the room. “Same as you, I also miss your owner.”

Farah took a deep breath. Strengthen his heart to be strong. She could only hope that her husband would be okay.

Farah walked out of the house, locking the doors and windows. Today he wants to work in a store. In appearance his body is fine, only his feelings are not good. Not very well.

Farah is shocked to find Ray who is already standing in front of the fence of his house. The man smiled warmly. Perhaps all the women who see Ray's face today will agree that Ray is a good and romantic man.

Farah simply smiled wryly at the smile Ray had thrown for her.

“For the beautiful Miss, it's time to go to work,” said Ray in a pleasant tone.

Farah just nodded.

Ray knew exactly the extent of the sadness of the woman in front of him. This is the rest of her crying last night. Ray looked like there was no warmth embracing his heart. There aren't. Maybe there's just a void and maybe dark.

May the dark know how to warm what the sun cannot touch in Farah.

“Do you have no other job but to follow me? Can't you follow a girl besides me?” asked Farah who was still walking towards the stop near her residential gate. He knew Ray was following him from behind.

“The answer is no.”

For the umpteenth time Ray did not want to be expelled even though spicy words to expel him had been spoken Farah.

They had reached a stop near the gate. Farah's usual stop was to wait for the bus. But this time Farah did not stop at that stop. He walked down the sidewalk to the store.

Ray who followed behind him was astonished. Why didn't Farah stop at that stop?

“I want to walk,” replied Farah without seeing her interlocutor. He kept walking with a straight forward view.

Farah just wanted to expel her void, so she chose another way to get to the store. Farah knew she was going to be late, but she didn't care.

Ray wants to see the woman he loves like this. It was painful to see the pain Farah felt. Ray wanted to know what made him like this. He can only pray.

May the Universe heal you from emptiness that contains only pent-up heartache, sadness and anger.

***

“Go you! You ugly cat!”

A bald-headed old man was kicking a cat out of his national stall. Even the old man did not hesitate to throw the cat. Until the cat fell down. As the cat got up, he walked away for fear of being treated even worse. The cat was walking with pain, one of his legs hurt probably bumped when he was thrown earlier.

The sight was heartbreaking for Farah. His steps stopped watching the incident. He approached the cat.

Ray can't believe what Farah's gonna do with that filthy, sick cat. He was a little disgusted by the appearance of the little animal.

Farah approaching. “Are you hungry?” Farah asked the cat. He felt sorry for the cat that had these three colors. He wanted to stroke the top of the cat's head.

“Do not touch it! The cat is dirty.” Ray prevents Farah from doing that. According to Ray the cat was very dirty, far from clean and probably diseased.

But Farah was not indifferent, he still stroked the top of the cat's head. It seemed that the cat was happy to get Farah's gentle treatment. Even the cat meowed at Farah.

Farah picked up the lunchbox she had brought in her bag. Farah gave the cat a piece of fried chicken thigh to the cat.

“Take and eat.”

The cat looked at Farah. He was probably talking with his eyes that the man who had just stroked his head was a good man. The cat received a piece of fried chicken from Farah.

Farah smiled, for a moment she forgot her sadness.

Ray saw the incident go silent. He felt that Farah did not need to be merciful to the dirty cat. He had trouble keeping his heart in order, but he felt sorry for other beings so easily.

“It should not be necessary to do that, the cat is dirty and may be diseased. He can find his own food,” said Ray.

The cat looked at Ray with his mouth already carrying fried chicken from Farah. The cat had put up his body to hurry away even though one of his legs was limping due to a bump. He did not want a human who looked at him with a look of disgust, then changed his mind to take back the food that had been given. The cat needs that food.

The cat retreated with small steps, then ran as far as possible. Away from Ray and Farah's sight.

“That cat needs that food more than me. I can't bear it if he doesn't get food,” said Farah.

“The cat was dirty Farah, even many injuries all over her body. You could get rabies!” Ray grumbled like a mother scolding her child.

Farah looked at Ray. It seems like Ray doesn't understand what Farah is saying.

“Follow me.” Farah accidentally pulls Ray's hand to follow him after the cat. Farah wanted to show Ray something.

Ray still couldn't believe Farah's hand was clutching his hand. So soft and awesome. His heart did not stop pumping blood very quickly. He felt the beating of his heart.