My husband, Doctor Adrian

Surabaya

I feel lost. There's nothing more I can do. I tried as hard as I could. I went to several banks to get loans, but all the results were nil. No bank would give me a loan because my family had lost their only asset, our house.

My savings are far from enough to pay off my debt. We even only have one car, which is Mama's car that is getting worn out. I calculated the value of some of the branded bags I had. Everything was a gift, but I couldn't get much money from there. After all, selling such things at the right price is not an easy thing.

It's been three days.

I walked straight to the house. I just got another rejection from the bank. I had to tell Mama that maybe we should just go and contract the house.

Just as I opened the main door, the pile of cardboard shocked me. From one of the open boxes, I knew that this was all my stuff and Mama's. All that remains.

"Lula, Mama wants to talk.." He bowed languidly. I'm really sad to see it. Mama must know my failure in defending this house. Everything must have been emanated from my face and my movements.

I sat next to my mom, watching her. It's not like before. Now he looks much older. He no longer takes care of himself. Her hair is a little messy. But I know, he still forced his smile before me.

"We'd better get out of this house."

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"But, Ma.." I don't know what I was thinking. I also know the end. Even our ART has been repatriated. We can no longer afford a house this big.

"Mama's already contacted Mama's friend who works at a property agency. We'll move out tonight, yeah.." Mama hugged me. I know he's trying hard. It must have been hard for him, leaving Papa's house.

"Sorry Lula, Ma." I said in tears.

"Already, yeah.. You're not wrong.. Maybe it's fate like this." said Mama.

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It has been a week since my move to a comfortable but modest house in South Jakarta. I was busy, as usual. It turns out that renting a house is not something cheap either. I spent a third of my salary a year renting the house for two years. The rest is just enough for your daily needs.

Sometimes I still see Mama daydreaming, maybe.. He misses Papa. Just like I miss someone far away. I can only pray that Mama be given health and strength. I just hope that my life with Mama will be peaceful and prosperous, without any lack of anything.

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"Hispan?" Mr. Richard's voice surprised me.

"Yes, Sir?" my many.

"So how about your departure to Surabaya tomorrow the day after to handle the project with PT. Azura?"

"Ah, yes Sir.. The ticket has been sent by the secretary.."

"okay.. Please arrange how this project will be successful, yes.. Please entertain all PT officials. Azura Surabaya in order to succeed this cooperation."

"Entertains? Mean Father?"

"Yes.. You know it.. They are mostly men.. Either you're karaoke or something.."

I'm weak to hear it. I hope things will go smoothly without me having to take those strangers to the entertainment venue.

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Missing you is painful.

I promise I will never fall on anyone again.

Don't you mean it when you say we have it forever?

Why am I alone now?

Do you know how broken this heart is? You pull it up and you drop it again?

Have you ever tried to understand?

Can you be me for a day?

"Ladies and gentlemen, Garuda Indonesia welcomes you to Surabaya. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain sealed with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate."

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NATHAN'S POV

I saw my watch again. It's almost ten o'clock, but there's no sign of Lula coming. For a few months now he's been a freelance auditor at my company. It's not usually like this. I took my phone, tried to reach her. Not lifted. I sent a message to his phone.

Lula, why don't you come in the office?

Unreadable.

You sick?

Not read either.

I drove my Lamborghini through the streets of Jakarta, into his residence.

I was very surprised when I saw the house as if it was uninhabited. I got out of the car and saw a sticker on the fence.

This house was seized by the bank.

Gosh darn.. What's the matter? I was covered in a very great eternity. Has he been in trouble all this time? We meet every week and he looks fine. Has he gone? Did I have no chance with him at all? Did he return to the city-that-only God-that-knows along with Adrian?

I took my phone out of my pocket.

Think, Nathan. Think on!

I got an idea. Maybe Richard knows where he is. But, I want to stay professional in front of him. I didn't want him to know I was deliberately looking for Lula.

"Hello?" Om Richard answered my call in the second ring.

"Hello, Om? Am I interrupting?" many nervous. I just don't want to make my relationship with Lula any more awkward. He would not like it if his boss knew about my feelings.

"Oh.. Not at all. What's up, Nathan? Om again same golf business colleagues Om."

Damnit. Gotta ask what? Gosh darn..

"Hmmm.." I'm trying to rack my brain.

"What's wrong?"

"Actually.. I'm.."

"Just ask.. Don't worry. You're this.."

I think I should ask if I want to know where Lula is.

"Om know.. Where's Lula?" my many.

Please, Om should know and tell me. Please, I hope you are still in Jakarta.

Suddenly, Richard laughed.

"Ehm, gini Om.. Lula is my freelance auditor.. So.."

"It's been.. You don't have to explain that to Om. Lula in Surabaya. Om assigns him to set up a company project with PT. Zoraz."

I let out a sigh of relief. Lula is still in Indonesia. He has not returned to the man.

"okay, Om. Thanks for the info."

"Yes, yeah." he hung up the phone.

In that instant, my mind raged. I can't bear to leave him there alone. I'm worried about him. My feelings became uneasy, especially after seeing his house confiscated. Why didn't he tell me anything? I don't want to waste any more time. I have to meet him.

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