Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
71. Dreams of the past
A desolate, dark and frightened barn, the man was tied up with his mouth shut, also already helpless through the days and nights several times changing without eating and drinking. There were footsteps but none of them opened the locked door, what a fifteen-year-old man was hoping that one of them would open the door and find him there.
Until the day that he had considered the last in this world, the man had been difficult to just make eyes even his consciousness was almost non-existent. Hungry, thirsty and limp, to breathe the air he was already unable to.
Krakkk
Grrrtak
Grrrtak
The sound of blows repeatedly hit the hard padlock, momentarily stopped but again sounded, really the man in there is very hopeful and praying that the person who tried to enter it can find himself.
Until a long time, but finally the door was slowly opened, maybe he had managed to break into the big padlock and rust it.
A simple hooded girl looked inside, looking left and right, quietly and seemingly afraid she was coming in.
And finally, the girl saw a shoe half-covered in cardboard, gathering all her courage she grabbed the cardboard and threw it away.
"Hey!" he said he was panicked and surprised.
The limp man opened a few eyes and then his mouth, moving though noiseless made the girl run out quickly and come back with tap water in her hands. Droplets upon drops of water in his hand went into the mouth of the man in the gray uniform, a slightly strange taste of water, faintly visible the girl's hand was being injured, he said, his blood dripped with the water that went into his throat.
The girl did not leave him, until for a moment the handsome man managed to open his eyes and smiled slightly. The girl looked relieved, she smiled and ran in front of the barn, screaming for help, he had tried to bring the weak body but he did not have enough energy to be forced to wait for others to help him.
The girl smiled so sweetly, she called out to the man with a melodious "Gara!"
"Reva!"
Anggara screamed, waking up with sweat pouring all over his face, his dashing body felt sore and heavy.
"Reva, why do I dream about the past?" Anggara took a breath, grabbed a glass of water by the side of the bed and immediately drank it out.
The man sat down with his neck moved, either because of the wrong pillow or he was too tired, which he must have been dizzy thinking about Zahira.
"Right, probably because I was thinking too much about Zahira. But why did I dream about Reva saving me back then?" he shook his head, he was not feeling well.
He woke up and looked at the vast sky, his mind drifting back somewhere, if he were thinking about the river current carrying Zahira's clothes, then where could he find the girl? If he had been in the deep abyss, would God have brought him together again? Anggara can only pray, prostrate and ask, may the beloved girl still be in this world to be with him.
"I beg You to meet me with him, for this heart is very sure he is still alive" he prayed, looking up at the sky on the balcony of his spacious room.
*
"I'm sorry to bother you, there are a lot of incoming proposals from our subsidiary, I'm having trouble making decisions simultaneously. I hope you've made up your mind for some of these files that have been prepared." Ricky thrusts some important files on Anggara's desk.
"What's it say?" ask Anggara lazily.
"Building of branch children, demand for additional shares, and there is one hospital construction in the far corner. It's been a long time coming in but it's been neglected and it looks like the hospital really needs it so several times they've tried to contact us" Ricky explained.
"Give it, everyone." she replied, let alone touch looking at the file she didn't like.
"You didn't see him first?" Ricky was really made to think he would spend a lot of money.
"I believe you" he said again.
Ricky took back the dossier and came out in despair, completely desperate.
"It's just that I gave this to him, he doesn't even care about the money." Ricky spoke to himself with an increasingly swollen heart, a slightly spinning head of course.
The man was sitting limp in his room, lamenting hundreds of files that had not been sorted out.
"Oh my God if the girl is still alive please help you find them as soon as possible, because if not, not only Anggara will go crazy, but me too" he said again with a tangled face.
"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim! Well we will start from here, the construction of the hospital is also very important because it will save the lives of many people. All charity, maybe giving first will make this work easier, or heal the brain of the owner of the money that began to experience a 90-degree tilt" said Ricky again shook his head, shaking his head, the man spends time talking to himself, the intention of the heart to relieve stress even makes it look like a stressed person.
After spending more than two hours, inevitably the man returned to the Anggara room.
"Tomorrow we'll go to the hospital, you'll have to come and see for yourself. Not only did they need buildings but medical equipment, I called the manager and they said it was difficult to treat a severe patient. Right now there's even one patient with serious head injuries who is still in a coma." explains Ricky, this time he would be really angry if Anggara kept leaving him alone.
"Alright, I'll come along" the handsome man replied with a slight glance, he already knew his assistant was a hassle, whereas the others were busy with Zahira's search.
Ricky smiled slightly, his heart grateful that his annoying boss still had a little bit of awareness.
Elsewhere, David has begun to reduce his grief. The man started doing light activities at home, he had also started forgiving his son.
"I'd like to visit Radit, would you like to come, baby?" Ayu sat down and tried to talk nicely with her husband.
"I'll come, when are we going there ?" ask the man.
"How about tomorrow, we can stay for a day, maybe with your presence Radit will recover quickly." Ayu said hopefully, he was not strong for almost two months bearing his own burden.
