Passion Script

CHAPTER XI

Yes, Allah. Give your servant the best way to break up with him. The servant really does not want him to be the companion of the servant's life.

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I helped lift Isti's stuff up in front of the mess. There was already waiting for the travel car he booked last night. During my time working here, both during my wandering status, then making a home here and officially being a person here, I don't know how many times I have lost good friends. Because here, you could say eighty percent are overseas people.

"Don't forget me, yeah!" he said, hugging me before entering the car. "Be aware that I'm WA, but not baled! You can't be arrogant."

"Yes," I said.

"Ih! This mama!" said Isti while hitting my arm.

"What the hell?" my protest.

"My man is very sad, he's willing to be agitated, uh ... Sampean flat-out," he said in protest.

I just laughed. What else should it be if it's from the sonnya difficult to cry? Moreover, coupled with my flat facial expression like asphalt. Even paved roads still have turns, bumpy and hollow.

"And don't forget my message, Ma'am?" he said with a meaningful look.

"What?"

Isti brought his face to my ear. "Whatever happens, don't be like Thea'! With sam-pai!"

"No," I said casually. My heart cannot be that relaxed.

After quite a farewell, he got into the car and waved his hand through the car window.

Bye-bye, Isti! Be a happy couple. Hopefully, like Marisa, you will be a great couple who love and support each other. Amens.

When I returned to the room, I felt an ambush of silence. The sense of loss is only really felt when the person really does not exist. And in this room, we often fight only because of the amount of chili that will be used to roast. He likes it spicy, and I don't. I like sweet, she doesn't like it very much. However, at the end of the day we still ate together despite the previous heated debate. My friendship with him is only that, but at least we can understand each other in their own way.

Ah, nevermind. The name is life, there must come and go. Because this is the risk of living in an area that is used as a place to go overseas, the people always come and go alternately. But at the very least, it was not only the quality friendships I had, but also the lessons from his personal life that I could have scooped up.

And, yeah .. that's it. The one who goes, let it go, will surely still have a replacement who may be like his reincarnated figure. Because that way, the memory of old friends will still survive because of its nature there are a little similar to new friends. Whether from eating, talking, joking or angry.

"Mkkk."

"Other than you, Win?" ask me on Winda who is back sulking with teary eyes.

"I want to cry" he admitted.

"Lha, why? If you want to cry, cry" I said.

"These few days I've been doing the same thing with guys" he admitted.

"What are they doing to you?" my question as I glanced towards the horde of male colleagues who were chatting.

"Today my stomach has been recurring, so often nausea and vomiting. But they say I'm pregnant" she said, occasionally wiping away her tears.

"What is it?" I said unabashedly surprised by his words. "What basis do they think you are?"

"No idea, Ma'am. I feel my pride as a dirty woman, Ma'am," she said as she pleased. Unable to bear and afraid to be the center of attention, he said goodbye to the bathroom and I pretended not to know anything.

"Oh, Wulan!" usik Rian, one of my coworkers at work who came to me.

"What?" my many.

"Where are you going, Linda?" tanyanya pointed at the curtain where the Winda had gone.

"To the toilet time" I said.

"What order?" I asked back.

"You think the Winda's pregnant isn't it?"

I scrunched my forehead somehow to how many wrinkles that made me look fifty years older.

"What's that?" my sulk doesn't like it. Excluding Winda was a good friend who had never once hurt me, who even often took me along when I left and came home from work, I am also a girl. He thought so first!

"Yes, what's pregnant first? If I'm sure I am. We'll see later. Soon she will marry, if before nine months she is born, must be pregnant first" he continued.

"You know what!" tudingku fierce. And soon passed from before him.

"We'll see!" it's behind me.

I don't care about it anymore. I quickly walked to the tally table to find other chatter material rather than getting emotional. It seems like he didn't think before he talked. Er, wrong! Do not think, how would you think people brain just does not exist!

How can he talk that way, while he himself has a lover. Who knows he and his girlfriend want to do it yes like them. Did the Winda ever come and interfere? To my knowledge, as long as I was friends with him, never once did he discuss the personal matters of other friends.

"What the hell is that talking about?" I said put on a pretentious face as soon as I got there. "Follow dong! Followup!"

No one answered. I was no longer busy asking questions and chose to pay attention to the seemingly serious conversation.

"Yes. Anyway, if she proves pregnant first, ih .. amit-amit! I was disappointed with him! Anyway there is no specialness that he is in my eyes," said one of his female colleagues with a fiery tone.

The natureak!

I immediately nyungsep under the tally table while pretending to take the fallen pen. I am sad and want to be angry. Do they not know that the Winda is currently crying in the bathroom because of their speech? If they knew, would they stop and apologize? What's his business with them? Even if the Winda is really pregnant first, what is his business? Is not heaven and hell also a mystery affair? If so, but both of them want to account for their actions, isn't that what matters?

"Sir, go home with me" said Nike as we dressed up. "Let's get a go home. It hurts." said he."

"Oh yeah. I know," I said.

"Bareng me, Ma'am," said Wanti offered. "I'm important in Pendowo, so let's just. Instead of Nike's sister back again, right?"

"Oh yes, it is. Ma'am with Wanti if so," said Mbak Nike responded.

"That's it," welcome me to agree.

"Ti, are you sad not to see Winda being visited with friends?" ask when we're on our way home from work.

"Sad, Ma'am. Very sad," replied Wanti. "I'm a girl too, Mom. Not to mention the guys, Ma'am! Forgive me! They do not even hesitate to do it directly in front of the Winda. Negur direct! Does it hurt to try?"

I'm silent. Yeah, it must hurt. To the point of answering my mouth just can't. Unpowerful. In addition, in addition to male colleagues, there are also female colleagues who also gossiped. In fact, she had a young daughter, who would one day definitely grow up to be a beautiful girl. Exclude it, which does not need to go far to discuss the problem of karma everything, parents are still worried about the association that is increasingly free and challenging in the future. What a tough homework for parents to do instead of taking care of people's girls, right?

"It looks like Winda will not wait until THR deh, Ma'am. If I look, it's like he can't," said Wanti.

And it's true. That night Winda direct WA me who said that he could no longer pick me up to go to work together. He resigned.

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Sometimes I do not think, how can humans make other human trials as gossip, even laughing matter. Are they not afraid of karma? Do they deliberately wait until God's own hand gives a slap until the mouth is completely silent?

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That's my WA status for people who have insulted Vinda until finally she chose to resign even though she actually did not want to. As a result of my status, the working atmosphere became a bit gloomy. Especially for people who are clearly pros and cons. Usually I'm on a neutral circle or golput, but not this time. My heart can no longer be in that one safe circle.

Sorry, Win, I can't protect you as a friend. Whatever happens to you, you will still be a good friend to me.