Waiting At the End of Dusk

Call me dad

Jakarta, the hot and dusty atmosphere becomes the typical membrane of a metropolitan city. The dense settlements are hidden behind the tall buildings of the sky-reaching. Residents are in tails, full of obsession to reach dreams. Mutual elbow for the sake of pampering jakun and stomach. It doesn't matter if you have to bleed.

Sita also thought about the fate of the servants who had been working in his house to get a bite of rice and became the backbone of the family. Since childhood, Sita is very difficult to be spoiled by both parents. He spent more time at home and often greeted the servants in the house that could be said to be luxurious.

Not just one or two people who work there, but dozens. Sita just hope, the money he has right now can be enough to pay for everything that immediately became his dependents.

The taxi car that Sita boarded had arrived at his residence. Not to forget he handed out several pieces of money in one hundred thousand to the driver. With a heavy sigh, Sita got down from the car carrying all the hope that she could still make spirit.

As soon as he got down, the car left. Sita stepped her foot through the towering gate. Seen, many of the house servants who had carried large bags in his hands.

Sad, Sita saw that from the look on their faces who were waiting for her arrival earlier. A thin smile as he showed them even though his heart was bitter because of the current problem.

"Sorry, it has kept you waiting a long time." Sita stood in the middle of them. Whatever his fate after this, inevitably he had to stay upright.

"It's okay."

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's okay."

That's what Sita heard a glimpse of the proclamation from all of them. He smiled back.

"Now, Father, Mothers are marching. Later please mention your respective account numbers, but before I want to go inside first to take my belongings are also still there," explained Sita trying to explain to them. After getting a nod of his head, Sita also left from there.

*****

Almost half an hour Sita was in her room struggling with both large suitcases. He only brought a few clothes that could be used to work later.

Lord, I know this has become a part of your destiny. Though this is not Your play, for You desire it. I'm sure you will give me the strength to live it.

Not to forget, he brought his laptop and also his favorite cellphone into a backpack filled with a binder. However, he accidentally left a stack of books that he had bought with a card given by Haris to him.

Even a box with complete contents he placed neatly on his study table.

I think you started all this. Don't expect me to get carried away with your game. Because I'm going to get off the track that you've been neatly stacking up since the beginning.

Sita monologued in her heart in front of the box Haris gave as if talking to the owner of the box. To be honest the heart that Sita had grown to feel for her husband, she slowly had to erase it again.

It feels free to survive, but in fact Haris is just a pseudo shadow for Sita. A long sigh blew just like that as Sita slowly walked out of her room.

However, he had just held the door handle .. his phone rang. This time, not from Haris's mobile phone, but from his favorite phone. A SuingSuing branded phone output a few years ago it was immediately removed from the backpack.

"Hello."

"Hurry out, I've been waiting for you at the security guard post!"

The baritone voice made Sita flabbergasted, she looked at the screen of her phone. Because he recognized the voice, then brought it back to his ear.

"Sirthan's sister?" tanya Sita made sure with her feelings that began not to bother.

"Yes. I'll wait five minutes!" The phone connection was also cut off. Sita gasped in shock and put the phone back in her backpack.

Not wanting Sulthan to wait for long, Sita rushed out of the house with two large suitcases in her hands. By walking while stumbling, he finally arrived at the terrace of the house.

Sita struggled to swallow her saliva when she saw many people dressed in black suits and white shirts in her yard. Even the servants who had gathered had gone somewhere. He left his suitcase lying on the porch of the house with his backpack.

With careful steps, Sita walked over to Sulthan who was sitting on a chair with her sunglasses crossed her legs. He pulled the corner of his lips into a thin smile that produced a facial line in the area of his cheek.

Now Sita was standing in front of Sulthan. His eyes were full of question marks. Surely Sulthan was able to guess from the gaze given by Sita.

"All the servants of this house I have paid his salary and severance. Because I'm sure, you must be confused to pay them. Especially my sister, Haris ... difficult to contact, right?" Sulthan confirmed his sitting position and stood a few steps away from Sita's place.

"Where does Brother Sulthan know?" ask Sita who is starting to wonder. He himself felt strange, "Why did Brother Sulthan know that Mas Haris ...?" connect with Sita without finishing that sentence.

"No wonder, everything about Haris is my responsibility." Sulthan lowered his face while opening those sunglasses. "I feel guilty for Haris's attitude, because I knew from the beginning that you should have married me, not Haris," she said with a deep sigh.

"But it shouldn't be Brother Sulthan like this. I'm fine, I have enough money to pay them anyway. Sorry, brother, I will change my brother's money soon. Because I don't want to trouble anyone!" sita firmly with her confidence. While Sulthan laughed crisply.

"Don't talk about it, you better get in the car and come with me to the apartment. Didn't Haris buy you an apartment?" Sulthan then walked first leaving Sita who was still petrified there.

"No! I don't want to stay in that apartment!" snapped Sita while shouting quite loudly. Both of his hands began to clench. The muscles running all over his body stiffened at the same time. His anger had risen to the surface along with his bulging eyes.

Sulthan stopped his steps, then raised the corner of his lips before finally looking back.

"Sita, put down your ego .. but this time come with me. I'll guarantee you all your life. Let ... let this be my apology to you. For Haris, let me talk to him." Suddenly Sulthan's eyes became sad. He continued to convince Sita.

"Haram made me just believe it. Even though you are my sister-in-law! Explain ... explain why you told me to come with you!" Sita's gaze pointed sharply at the man's bead in front of her. Although the distance between them was quite far this time, but Sita's view did not turn in the slightest to Sulthan.

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