My Imam, my army

seriously?!

When he noticed Salsa who was observing the crowd, the exact sound of Dirga's cell phone ringing rang. An emergency call he received.

"Sal, I have to get back to my base camp immediately. There was a plane crash" Dirga said after disconnecting his phone. Salsa has not focused on responding to Dirga. However, Dirga held onto both of Salsa's shoulders as well as stared at both of Salsa's eye beads.

"I have to go back to base camp" Dirga said softly but firmly. Salsa just nodded her head.

After Dirga left from his presence, Salsa immediately took his phone. He tried to call his parents' contacts. Salsa glanced at his watch. Both of his parents should have arrived in Makassar, right? However, why didn't the mother give it up. Cold sweat began to pour out from Salsa's body. His heart was in a fog of what to do.

His hands were agilely looking for news on social media. It turns out that there was a plane crash that became a topic of tranding on social media. The heart of Salsa is like slipping out when reading one of the names of the same airline with the plane that his parents boarded.

Salsa ran to the bathroom, her head dizzy. Air supply is running low. The tightness came back. Salsa took out some pills that she carried in her white suit bag. He swallowed two pills to relieve his pain.

Salsa repeatedly mentioned Allah's name while patting his chest so that the pain was gone. But instead of disappearing, her tears were dripping. Tight chest. He squeezed his own clothes as if it could strengthen his heart even if the result was nil. Salsa tried to get up from her seat. After standing up, he rubbed his tears violently and washed his face.

He took a deep breath and then threw out his breath. He tried to think positively while facing the mirror in front of him.

"Your mind can't be weird, Sal."

The hijab-wearing woman tried to raise her own spirit.

"Your parents are fine, Sal," he murmured again as he stared at his reflection in front of the mirror. Then, Salsa smiled to expel her worries.

He came out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened before. After all, the news that Salsa read was not yet complete truth. However, as he walked towards his room, many of the people around him who were discussing the topic of the plane crashed.

Salsa's heart wavers, what if the news is true. He took his phone back to call his mother, but the phone connection was not connected.

"Please, mom. Pick up Salsa's phone" he said, holding back his tear dam.

Salsa saw the news again on social media.

He reread the news in one of the articles that were discussing the news. However, the contents remain the same. Salsa's heart is tight.

She tried to call Dirga, but her husband did not answer her. Salsa tried to calm her own heart by reciting.

Suddenly the ringing of his phone rang, someone called Salsa.

"Assalamualaikum, Salsa."

***

"Have you eaten?" Ask a man in black who is sitting in the driver's seat. It seems that man is like the CEO of a company.

The maroon hijab-wearing woman nodded as she replied, "yes. I ate,"

"Good," said the man haughty.

The man's hand stretched out to hold the wrist of the woman next to him. Just touching the hand, the woman complained of pain.

"Sick," he murmured.

Then, the man slightly revealed the long arm of his hand. It turned out that the incision wound was slightly drying out the cause of the pain. 

The man next to her smiled.

The woman was not surprised by the man's expression. According to him, this is common. Not only on the wrist is there an incision wound. However, on both legs there are also incision wounds and incision marks that have dried.

The man runs his car leaving the grounds of the large building to follow the hustle and bustle of Jakarta. The streets are a little jammed because of the afternoon hours like this when people come home from work.

Only silence shone in the car. The woman chose to be quiet and pay more attention to the streets that look a little jammed.

"After this, you come with me" the man chirped suddenly. His big hand while squeezing gently the wrist of the woman next to him. Although squeezing the hand slowly, it still causes pain because the incision has not completely dried.

"Slow down!" exclaim that girl.

"It's okay. I'm sorry."

Actually, who are the two of them?

To be continued...

THE ANNOUNCEMENT!

Hayes! The next few days I will update a day once yes guyss. Because I have some business to do first.

When I'm done, I'll be up twice a day.

Thank you for understanding. Dear all of you. ^^^^^^^^^^^