SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Like Someone's Missing

A month passed by so quickly, the daily routine went as usual.

But in this heart it is like something is missing. An overcast afternoon, I enjoyed a warm cup of tea at the back of the house.

I play a device to get rid of this feeling in my heart, which I don't know what the cause of this feeling is.

I'm going to open old messages in WA. Intentions want to delete messages that have been long and have been read.

I deleted the message from the bottom, because the bottom was a long message.

But I just remembered, one message I sent a month ago to Randy. It turns out that until now the message I sent was still not read by him.

Is it because it feels like my heart is missing?

Did Randy's departure upset my heart?

And why didn't he read the message I sent? For a month he never told me. Even if he changed his phone number, at least he saved my number.

Now the mind is getting more confused, afraid of anything happening to him.

Randy was so busy that he couldn't reach me until this very moment.

Even though Randy is overseas, I'm still working with him. I'm still supplying the pastries at Randy's cafe.

But now the one who holds the cafe is his secretary.

And it looks like Randy's secretary is also very quiet about Randy's situation. He knew that Randy and I were very close friends. But Randy's secretary never talked about Randy at all.

"Let's ask Aline Secretary Randy tomorrow" I muttered. I put down my device and I took a cup of warm tea.

This house also feels as quiet as my heart right now. Since Mayang left for Singapore the atmosphere of the house is getting quieter.

Maybe because this shophouse is also rather large and the occupants are only me and Kean if the night so it feels very lonely that engulfs in this heart.

Unlike if morning until afternoon, the atmosphere is so pleasant. Because there are so many employees.

My phone rang, I saw a call from Sinta.

"Hello, assalamualaikum Sin?!," I said to Sinta who was across the phone.

"Vaalaikumsalam, Sar. What are you doing?" asked Sinta on the phone.

"Again relaxed alone on the back porch of the house, Sin. What's up?. Sorry Sin, yesterday I could not come to tasyakuran occupy your new house," I said, I did not come to Sinta event. Because I was busy at the time and I also avoided things that I did not want.

I was just afraid that my arrival would cause a commotion with the Damar family. And I don't want to ruin my best friend's happy day.

"Yes, Sar. Ordinary, I understand." said Sinta with understanding.

"Thank you for understanding, Sin. Btw, what are you calling me?," I asked. Because lately I

Sinta is busy. For a month I rarely communicated with him.

"I want to order two hundred Snack boxes, made tomorrow's show at home. Can you?" said Sinta.

"Can donk, what show is Sint?," I asked, because curious about the tumbennya Snack box message with a large number.

"Tomorrow Sarah's recitation. The show's at three in the afternoon. But maybe I can't take it. So ask for help between you?" he replied.

I immediately stood up from my seat, to see Kean who was still sleeping.

After arriving in the room it turns out Kean is still sleeping soundly. I took the laptop and brought it back to the back porch.

I sat down to relax while typing the chapter of my online novel that was on going. Accompanied by the sound of gurgling rain water that is not so heavy. What a shahdu suana.

To get rid of the loneliness in my heart and mind, I decided to write. Sometimes I sip sweet tea that is not warm anymore.

After several chapters of the novel I've been up to the platform, I see the clock on the phone is still five in the afternoon. But Kean still did not wake up.

I immediately went inside, because the rain was getting heavier with the wind. While waiting for Magrib time, I tried to open the Facebook app.

I rarely make a status or just upload photos on Facebook. Because I don't think it needs to be my life on social media. Except sometimes I slip for my cake promotion. It can also be counted with my finger up promotion of my pastries on social media.

On my Facebook homepage the first one that appeared was Bianca status.

"It turns out my life today is not as beautiful and perfect as my old life. I used to be very united but now I'm no more like a babu."

This time Bianca posted a regretful sentence. He thinks the life scenario he's defining. So it's easy to play with a marriage that I think is a sacred thing to keep.

With ease he toyed with the heart of people who loved him sincerely, he easily entered and damaged the household of others. That is none other than my home.

It is true that the grass of the neighbors is greener. He thought he would happily live with Mas Damar, but his opposite. This time he felt what I had felt before while living there.

But if Bianca is really struggling with treasure, maybe the story is different again.

"Based on a strange family," I decak.

I tried to open the comment on Bianca's status.

"Just sober, huh, Ning? you throw diamonds stone by stone like Damar." comments from the account named @kasihaura is directly tagged mas Damar Facebook account.

"That's the name for death!!, Uda can be delicious even though it is old but thrown away. Shrimp brain, ha ha ha." This time the comments from @bungakebahasi were followed with a wide laughing emoticon

"Just enjoy your choice, Miss Bianca. Because this is what you want." Comments from @sacrossricantik. I know very well that it's Sinta's account. He and I are friends on Facebook.

And there are many more comments against Bianca.

But Mr Damar did not appear to provide clarification on what his wife posted on social media. Maybe he was bothered, so he did not know that his Facebook account was tagged by the netizens.

Adzan Magrib has been reverberating, the phone that I will close I paused. Because I saw there was a wave of typing in Sinta's comment reply.

I was waiting for him, because I was very curious.

"That's all because @Sarah your friend made me like this!!!," a reply from Bianca managed to mention my Facebook account.

"Who is @sarah?," asked one account @Bibirberg.

"Isn't that @Sarah the ex-wife of @Damar who owns the bakery, right?!," replied a comment from the @ account @Cintasejati managed to name my account and and I mas Damar.

"Cus ah.. to his ex-wife's account." comments @Sintiasin invites netizens to stop by my Facebook account.

Sure enough, without waiting for a long time many accounts are asking for friends on my Facebook account.

But I immediately closed the phone and put it on the table. I put my duty to God first.