Waiting At the End of Dusk

Dicko and Gala

"Actually, I .... " Haris had not been able to continue his words, the ringing and vibration of the phone in his pants pocket, making Haris take a deep breath.

"Sorry, I have to answer the phone call." Haris pulled out the phone and saw the name listed there, then after getting a nod of the head from Sita, he got out of the car.

Why do I have to get out of the car? Can't I hear what he's talking about with the guy who called him?

Sita wondered in her heart. He finally chose to open the phone screen and look for something that makes it fun there.

When Sita opened a content on Instagram search, it turned out there was a crowded social media-based application called Omegatz. Sita was finally curious, then went to the playstore to download the application.

Occasionally his eyes looked towards Haris who was still receiving the phone. It didn't take long, the download was done. Sita opens the app and logs in there.

This app is chat. It deserves to be crowded, can chat with the artists of the Fatherland as well, anyway.

Haris suddenly got into the car, Sita who jumped in shock immediately closed the screen of her phone then put it back into the dashboard of the car.

"Have you finished the phone?" sita asked with a smile that showed her row of white and clean teeth.

"Udah .. hm, Sita sorry .. I have to go back to Australia now. There's a sudden affair that requires me to come there now." Haris was reluctant to look at Sita's bead eyes.

Instantly Sita's smile that was just now receded. Now she just fell silent and looked at her husband.

Why do I feel like Mas Haris is hiding something from me? do I have to find my own information?

Haris is still waiting for Sita to speak. The position of his body has not changed since he got into the car.

"Its, okay. I'm fine, Mas. Take cake there!" Sita smiled then grabbed Haris hand and rubbed it.

"Are you seriously?" ask Haris who feels disbelief. Sita didn't hold him back from staying here. Haris also frowned.

"Yes, why? it's also free that I'm holding you. You'll leave here alone, when I sleep or when I shower." Sita insinuated Haris subtly while leaning her back on the back of the chair and a straight forward gaze.

Haris clenched his mouth tightly. Tongue choked.

I'm sorry Sita, I can't say it right now.

"All right, now we're home?" asked Haris while confirming his position facing forward with both hands holding the steering wheel of the car. Sita simply replied with a slow mutter.

Since the car drove, there was no conversation between them at all. Actually a lot of Sita wants to ask Haris, because only this time they both walk together. But I felt reluctant to do it. Sita also chose silence.

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Upon arriving at home, they immediately went to Sita's room. The house is still in a state of desolation.

Haris immediately picked up a paper bag that had been delivered by his man. While Sita stood facing the large window in her room.

His gaze seemed to pierce far out the window while crossing his chest. Angry, angry and afraid to become one in his heart.

Did I love my husband wrong? I gave my honor willingly to him. Now, what kind of disappointment should I swallow for my life to come?

"By- ... " Haris loosened his throat and said again, "Sita, I'm leaving now.Oh yeah, if you want to move to the apartment, better wait for me to come back." He stood right behind Sita. Actually there was a sense of wanting to hug his wife warmly, but he deliberately held it. Because he has his own reasons for that.

Sita turned her body, then smiled at Haris. The smile did not even look happy, but it was very bitter. There was a tremor on his lips.

"Be careful on the road, Mom. Don't forget to let me know when you get there." Sita walked up to Haris, then gave him a short hug and kissed his right cheek for quite a while. Heart's full. Tears have been shed in both eyes. But as hard as he could hold.

Haris smiled faintly, the left hand that had been holding the paper bag had been accidentally dropped. Apparently Haris could not resist the turbulent taste from earlier. He hugged Sita tightly enough.

"Well, wait for me to come back." Haris whispered in Sita's ear which then nodded in response.

Haris slowly let go of his embrace, then took the paper bag and left the room. When Sita was about to step because she intended to take Haris to the terrace of the house. Instantly ...

"You're exaggerating! I can't be tired if I just take you to the porch." Sita said and laughed crisply.

"Yes .. I just don't want you to be tired after this." Haris' gaze was very difficult to interpret by Sita.

"Well, if so, take care!" Sita relented and according to what Haris wanted. Smiles also spread from both corners of her lips.

Haris then came out of the room, leaving Sita still there. However, Sita did not just comply.

A few minutes after Haris came out of his room, Sita carefully walked out of the room. He doesn't even wear footwear.

When Sita exits through the kitchen door, she accidentally sees Haris riding into the black Sedan car that she is very familiar with.

Isn't that dad's car, why did Mas Haris get in there? Dad said, not still abroad? Then, why the car is on Mas Haris. Ah, but the one who has the Sedan car is not just dad. Moment ...

Sita was still watching the car, suddenly she was flabbergasted when she saw the license plate of the car.

No! that's not wrong anymore. That's really dad's car. The number plate .. I still remember! But why is it in Mas Haris? What the hell is going on?

Sita then went to her room while running. Some servants who had just come out of the dirty kitchen, saw the strange behavior of Sita who was in a hurry.

While Sita who had just arrived in her room, immediately took out a slig bag containing her wallet and also her cellphone. Only then did he hold the door handle, the sound of knocking was heard by him.

Sita opened the door, apparently one of the servants standing in front of her.

"What's Bi?" ask Sita with her flat face.

"Anu Non, in front ... there is a person looking for Non Sita," replied the waiter while lowering his face and his voice sounded trembling.

"People? who?" Sita urged him to make sure.

"They said it from the notary's office, Non. He's not alone, but the same two burly men and creepy faces, Non." The servant was very scared to look at Sita's face. Like his feeling, instantly the sharp gaze was directed towards him.

"Let me meet them!" Sita closed the door of her room with a sling bag that she had hooked on her shoulder. And left the waiter.

His firm and unhesitating steps, along with the curiosity of the person. Arriving in the living room, Sita stopped her steps one meter from the person standing on her back.

"Who are you looking for?" ask Sita with a casual attitude. His tone also sounded flat.

The man turned his body, then took off his sunglasses. Sita frowned at the sight of the man. For, he knew that the man in front of him was his father's lawyer.

"Sir Jaka? What's up?" Sita crossed her chest while walking closer to the man.

"Can we talk for a second?" jaka asked with a grinning smile later.

"Sure, comein!" Sita gives way to Jaka and his two bodyguards.

They sat together in the living room. Jaka began to open his bag, then gave a thick map with a blue cover to Sita.

"What's this?" Sita took the map from Jaka's hand.

"Open up and read it!" jaka commanded while holding the two interlocked hands on his thighs.

Sita opened and immediately read the contents of the map carefully. A few minutes later, he struggled to swallow his saliva. His heartbeat stopped for a moment, then raised his face and looked at Jaka later.

"Can you please explain sir! Why did it happen like this?" ask Sita with great emphasis. Jaka straightened his body while taking a deep breath.

"Thus ... "

...🌹🌹🌹Bonnect🌹🌹🌹...