Sense of Sense

Regretting

Hii!

Sorry in advance because I gave you a note at the beginning of the chapter. I realized there was a lot of confusion in the recent chapter, Side Story 2. The chapter was actually an extra chapter that I slipped in the middle of the story, but I think many are confused as the plot. So the title will be changed and I put extra chapter if this story is over.

And make the storyline, it's slow and I've been telling you that the note was written long before. So back to you who read, break up or continue 🤭 So much. Thank you and happy reading (◍)

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“What are you doing there? Quickly log in!” tell Roby, the fat man from the steering wheel.

Danu was glued to the spot, her fingers clutched in agitation. He was still confused and frightened, never in his lifetime he witnessed something that made my hair stand up.

“Pak, sorry. Can Mr Roby not drive?”

“Hah? Which is really, Dan. You told me to be your driver?”

Danu gulped while raising her two hands that shook violently as high as her face. “Sorry, Sir. But I can't drive now.”

Roby grunts. “Basic, damn,” maki Roby, instantly switch position.

Although hesitant, Danu tried to secure himself in the passenger seat. However, however he tried to calm down, the image of Roby acting anarchist continued to be imagined in his mind. One of the many things that make Danu afraid is if he gets dragged in this and ends up in bui.

Danu shook his head, staring at the visual of the hotel where they were staying from the car pawn. The rental car with a B plate was speeding faster towards the toll road. He didn't want his internship to end up not being a full-time employee, but a prisoner.

“Dan, what's your observation report? Sent to office, ‘kan?”

Danu. His still-shaken mentality was not ready to accept any other pressure at the moment and it made him just buzz without a single word uttered.

“A! Eu! A! Eu!” exclaimed Roby exasperated. “Why are you? Afraid? Just like this I did ngeper you.”

“Sa-I'm afraid of being reported to the police, Sir.”

Roby laughs at Danu's tweet with a quivering voice. “They will not have time to make a report to the police station. Because when they wake up tomorrow morning, they will be busy hiding from people they know because everyone will know their faces and the gossip about Nita will be bigger than before.”

“More, Sir? But ...”

“Hush! I've been dem aja.” Roby shook his left hand. “Just don't worry, I take responsibility. Keep, remember! This problem cannot be until someone knows, understand?”

Fear is now pressing on Danu. He had even thought about resigning and looking for a new job. It felt better than having to keep going under the temperamental pressure of Roby.

Danu herself has heard Roby's rumors since she first worked as an intern. The fat man often makes team members, especially new employees feel uncomfortable with temperament and how it works recklessly.

Danu even had heard that Roby had done some things that were out of bounds for a news artist. And now he regrets not heeding the warnings of his more senior co-workers to be more careful.

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The waiting chair outside the ER was cold, plus the rain was still spattering and Ashqar had lost his appetite making his body tremble to resist hunger and cold.

Ashqar combed his hair with his finger and then he squeezed the strands of his hair that had been exhausted due to sweat and rain water mixed. Her downcast face hid disappointment and anger. Not only to those who are responsible for the current state of his wife, but also to himself who is negligent as a husband.

There was a reason why he had gone so long just to buy lunch. A stupid excuse that made him neglect to go home immediately; chatting with friends who had not met for a long time.

Right after Ashqar ordered lunch, an old friend approached him. Be them chatting this-that. The state of the food stalls is crowded, long benches filled with factory employees, private employees and even the state. And because of that, Ashqar is very relaxed to continue his conversation.

And after his order was completed, because it was raining very hard, Ashqar chose to take shelter in the stall even while he was using the car. No other because the chatter is exciting.

“Mas Ashqar, drink first.”

Ashqar raises face. A bottle of carbonated water was in front of him. His gaze continued to rise, towards the brown-skinned hand then on the middle-aged face that had already begun to wrinkle.

“Content, Mr. Hendra,” he said softly, reaching for the bottle proffered towards him.

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