The Love That Is Taken

Come to Apartment

After the night Jonathan was broken in the heart by Karin, Theresia called her husband the next morning. There was a continuous tone many times, but no one picked up the phone.

"Patience, There" said the woman to calm herself. "Eleven o'clock in the afternoon call Mas Jon again. Find a reason to take her out to lunch."

Then Jonathan's wife sat down cross-legged and took a meditative stance. Now he has been able to enjoy the silence and energy created while solemnly performing therapies that contribute greatly to his inner calm.

After completing her routine activities every morning, Theresia went to the bathroom to cleanse the body. Then she dressed up to enjoy breakfast at the dinner table.

"Thank you, Bi Sum," she told the housekeeper as she served her favorite glass of warm milk.

"Sama-sama, Ms. Theresia," Bi Sum replied as she walked back to the back. He was happy to witness his employer's change lately. It was much more polite and respectful of lower class people like him. It seemed like the departure of those closest to Theresa had made her introspect herself and become a better person.

If Bu Theresia his attitude is like this continues, maybe long ago Mr. Jonathan's heart can melt and want to refer back, Bi Sum's mind thinks. Pity also saw Bu Theresa daily eating, watching TV, and sleeping alone in a house this big.

Suddenly there was a cell phone sign there was a phone coming in. Theresia almost cheered in excitement to see Jonathan's name plastered on the screen of her digital communication device. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in order to relax talking to the man he was looking forward to.

"Hello, Mas Jon," he said calmly. Her lips revealed a very sweet smile. She was so happy that her husband called her back after being difficult to contact earlier.

"There" said the man in a raucous voice. "You called me?"

"Yes, Mommy" replied the wife excitedly. "I want to tell you that I don't mind Papa's house price being lowered by another twenty percent if there is a serious prospective buyer. I understand it's not easy to sell a house that big. So rather than not selling for too long, I think it's not efficient. The maintenance costs I had to spend on the house were quite large every month. The fall is the same."

No answer from across there. Suddenly anxiety arose in the heart of Theresa. "Jon is quiet? What's up?"

"I'm not feeling well, There," I'm honest Jonathan. "My body was jumbled shivering. I had to take a leave of absence today. There are many jobs in the office that need to be taken care of. The transactions that were obtained yesterday from the visitors of the exhibition must be followed up. I'm afraid my men are overwhelmed. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get well and work again. About your request I'll consider it first, yeah."

"Mas Jon," his wife's worried. "You're alone in the apartment now? Karin didn't accompany you?"

The voice of his interlocutor snorted. "Don't mention the name of that bastard woman, There. It turned out that his heart was rotten once, not as sweet as it looked. I've been fooled!"

"Lho, Mommy. How is that, anyway?" tanya Theresia pretended not to understand. He was smiling very brightly.

"That's it. You'll know it yourself. Sori, I want to rest first, yeah. My body is crumbling, it feels," said Jonathan ready to end the conversation.

"Eh, wait a minute, Mas. Don't hang up!"

"What's up, There?"

The woman replied in a hurry, "You usually get sick when you get sick quickly. Let me come to your apartment to ngerokin. I went straight home and you could rest. Tomorrow will definitely be able to enter work in a fit fresh state."

"Don't bother, There. I'm not feeling well with you," reject the gentleman.

No sound of anything. Looks like Jonathan is considering the wife's good intentions. Theresa unceasingly prayed in her heart that the man she loved would not refuse her help.

Finally the husband's voice answered softly, "Alright. I take your good intentions, There. Thank you very much, yes."

The woman clenched her hands in front of him while speaking Yes silently. "Together, Jon. Oya, what tower is your apartment, what floor, and what is the unit number? So I can tell the receptionist to connect with you later if you ask permission to go upstairs. I don't have a key or an entry card."

"I'll send you soon via WA chat Yes, There," the man replied briefly.

"OKs. I'll wait, Mas."

Jonathan ended the conversation. Disable of phone connection. Then he sent his wife a WA message.

Next put the phone back on the sideboard. The man lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

***

"My apartment was a mess" Jonathan said as he opened the door and invited Theresia in. The woman directed her gaze to all corners of the room.

This apartment is clean and tidy, although not large. But there are so many cans of beer on the dinner table. And everything is empty....

"I haven't had time to throw it away" said the host grinned. He then took out a large crackle bag to insert the cans. Theresa meant to prevent it.

"It has. Let me take care of it" he said, offering himself. His hand was extended to take the bag of crackle from the husband. The woman was shocked as her hand came into contact with Jonathan's hand. "It's hot on your hands, Mom!" shocks surprised.

Spontaneously touched the forehead and neck of the man who looked drowsy. "You're feverish. Let me take you to the hospital now. Get ready quickly."

The husband nodded. "I just want to rest, There. You said you'd come here to take me. So, no?"

Theresa looked at her husband concerned. His condition was so sad after being decided unilaterally by the girl who was only a few months into a relationship with him, the woman's mind was twisted. Then what about when he left me? Is the condition this bad? Or on the contrary, happy to have found a replacement for myself?

"There...., you're not killing me? I haven't stood up for long."

The woman gasped. "Oh, yes, of course, Mas. I've brought coins and eucalyptus oil. Where do you want to get druckin?"

"On the couch," replied the man. After all, he hadn't been around this wife for a long time. It's not good to be alone with him in a room that is a private area.

"In the room, Mas," the woman insisted. "So you can go straight to sleep. No need to walk anymore. Don'tdon't worry. I'll go right away, after you sleep."

"Yes already. Whatever," replied the man. He was lazy to argue in a condition not fit like this.