TANTRIC

Chapter 8

tock.tok..

The sound of a knock on the door distracts a middle-aged man who is busy with a file on his desk.

"Lake in!" The Baritone voice of the man.

A moment later, a young man approached him. The young man handed him a medium-sized brown envelope.

The middle-aged man took the envelope and opened it. The envelope contained several 6R photo sheets.

He looked at the photos one by one with an expressionless look.

All of the photos contained images of Tantra along with the women. There are two different women in each picture. One of the women was unknown to him.

"Good! continue work! I transferred the DP money to your account. The rest I'll pay after your assignment is done." The typical Baritone voice of the middle-aged man.

"Get out and make sure everything's safe!" middle-aged man orders on young man.

The young man came out of the middle-aged man's workroom to continue his duties.

The middle-aged man was still silent on his seat. Staring nanar towards the closed door while holding the photos he just received.

For a moment he thought, then he finished the photos and put them back in a brown envelope to put in his bag.

The man then got up from his seat, about to go somewhere.

*

Meanwhile in Singapore.

"Aaaaarrrgh!!!!! Mamaaay!!!" Syita screamed withstanding the pain in her leg as she was forced to walk.

Dito quickly stood up, supporting Syita's body with his hands and shoulders.

"Satan Ta's.. Slowly yeah.. You are strong.. You're a strong woman." Dito always encouraged Syita to continue practicing and not despair.

Such were the days that Masyita went through during therapy in Singapore.

Dito never let Syita undergo therapy alone. He's always on standby for Masyita. He left his job in the city of S. Return to Indonesia-Singapore every time Masyita therapy schedule arrives.

Dito still supports Syita's body. Slowly put in a wheelchair.

Shita bowed and cried. Mournfully. Resisting the pain in her legs and making her feel weak.

The crying was deep. It breaks the heart of everyone who hears it.

Dito kneels in front of Masyita. Aligning his face. gently lifting the chin of the masyita with both hands.

"The doctor said your foot health development is very good. All nerves are functioning optimally. Just need some practice. You must be excited!" Dito.

Today's therapy is over. Syita, Mama and Dito return to the Apartment.

Arriving at the apartment, they were surprised by the presence of Prof. Wondo´s.

"Rapaaaaa..." Syita is very happy to see her Papa.

Profs. Wondo walked towards Syita and then knelt in front of her. Hugging her daughter with love.

"How is my daughter, dear ?"

"The better Pa." replied Shita.

Syita and her papa were talking to let go of longing but the activity was cut by Dito.

"Sorry Om, I want to tell you from the doctor, Masyita's foot health condition has undergone a lot of progress, the therapy schedule has also begun to decrease, three more days there is a follow-up therapy schedule."

"If possible, I want to leave to go back to Indonesia first to finish my work. afterwards I will return to accompany Syita advanced therapy" said Dito.

"Yes to Dito. Thanks though. Somehow I have to reveal it. All your sacrifices for Masyita's recovery. I don't know how to repay them" said Prof. Wondo

"Don't be so Om, I sincerely do all." Dito then farewell by kissing the hands of Papa and Mama Syita, not to forget also he said goodbye to Masyita.

Profs. Wondo then took Syita to the balcony of the apartment because there was something she wanted to talk about.

He sat in a reclining chair close to the masyita who was still sitting in his wheelchair.

"Dito is a good and responsible man. He's willing to sacrifice so far for you, son."

"Darling, didn't you realize that what Dito did to you wasn't just because of friendship?" Ask Prof. Wondo´s.

"Pa.. I don't want to think more than that ! Papa knows that Shita already belongs to Tantra!" Firmly Masyita

"He doesn't have you yet, son! He hasn't even proposed to you yet! Your bond is just a young man's pleasure!"

"Mas Tantra is seriously the same Syita Pa! Let Papa see his sacrifice all this time for Shita."

Profs. Wondo leaned his back against the back of the chair. He turned his gaze to a building in front of him with a sharp look.

"Even in times of trouble in your life like now, he can't do anything!" Said Prof. Wondo sharp.

Syita began to understand her Papa's anger. He slightly lowered his tone.

"Because Tantra did not get that chance Pa. if he was given a chance like Dito, Syita believes he will treat Syita as Dito has done so far. Even more than Dito."

"Dear girl, realize son. Don't be blinded by the wrong love! He is starting to ignore you! when you're as weak as you are now, she's having fun with other women."

Profs. Wondo then took the brown envelope from inside his bag and handed it to Masyita.

Masyita began to open the envelope which turned out to contain several photos. He looked at one by one the photos. Photos of Tantra and Rania. Some of the early sheets contained photos of the togetherness of Tantra and Rania. Photos of the closeness of the two of them. Photos of them smiling happily in a cafe. The photo of Tantra helping Rania take off her Practice suit.

And there is one photo that makes Syita's heart very sick. The photo taken from behind as Tantra held onto Rania's head as if about to kiss her.

Syita endured the pain in her heart.she tried to shake off all the bad thoughts in her head.

"No! tantra cannot turn away from me! This photo is wrong! maybe it's just an edit! I believe in Tantra!" Shita tried to strengthen her heart.

Syita opened the photos again. He is shocked to see Tantra with a woman he does not know.

"Who is this beautiful woman? Why didn't Tantra ever tell me that?" Shita asked in her heart.

Syita is still difficult to accept the reality of what she just saw, because all this time Tantra always tells her anything. Especially if a woman approaches him. And Syita knows that Tantra is a man who is not easily close to a woman.

"Who is he ? beautiful woman who often with tantra mas." He murmured in his heart.

"Where did all these photos come from?" Ask Syita to her Papa.

"Someone put it on papa's desk. It doesn't matter where the photo comes from. isn't the content in the photo an honesty?" Profs. Wondo approached Syita.

"What do you expect from Tantra? he even left his medical degree! When things are so hard to achieve in his life he just leave, let alone you son?" Profs. Wondo tried to convince Syita.

Not strong with what he holds in his heart. Tears also dripped on Shita's cheeks. Heart's broken. The light of his life felt dim. And his spirit instantly disappeared.

Syita cried dropping the photos scattered on the floor. He sobbed while holding his chest that felt pain.

"NO PAAAA !!! MAS TANTRA MIGHT NOT DO THAT!! MAS TANTRA MAY NOT NINGGALIN ME !!"

Profs. Wondo approached Shita, kneeling closer to his wheelchair. He hugged Shita.

Profs. Wondo hugged Syita until her daughter calmed down.

"Papa will help you find out the truth. But..."

Shita lifted her head, looking at her Papa. "But what's Pa?"

Profs. Wondo continued, "But you must be prepared with the Truth! Whatever news you know later, do not discourage your spirit to heal! keep running your therapy here, son, and don't let Dito down!"

"How will Papa help me?" Ask Syita.

"Papa will make sure to the academic section whether Tantra continues his professional education or not. For Rania or the woman in the photo, papa prefers to believe what is printed on the photo."

Profs. Wondo was not interested in finding out the truth of the photo. For him the most important thing was that the photo was enough to make his daughter leave Tantra.

Syita is still pensive on the balcony of the apartment. staring at the green plants arranged on the edge of the apartment fence.try to sip the cold gusts of wind to relieve her heart that was hot.

He tries to control his mind. But the shadow of the picture in the photo could not escape from his memory.

He was sad, disappointed, angry and afraid to lose Tantra.

Long Shita pensive until the sun has moved to the west as if preparing to sink.close a day full of pain for Masyita.

Mama Syita came to her daughter. "Son, soon the sun begins to sink, it's time for you to rest. Mama take her to my room?"

Masyita also headed to the room with a wheelchair driven by her mother. Leaving her Papa and the still scattered photos.