Waiting At the End of Dusk

The rest of the love that is hard to grow

Haris's decision to bring Sita to meet Jundi and Rose was already unanimous. Although he knew what would happen after this, if Sulthan had known. For him at this time Sita's happiness is the most important.

Meanwhile, in a room there was a man who was making a phone call. The look on his face was covered in anger mixed with anxiety. His eyes were staring out the window.

"Follow them! don't forget to keep me informed!" his orders then disconnected his phone.

"Oh, fuck! Haris, Haris, Haris. He must have secretly known everything." The suppressive tone gave rise to veins that were clearly visible on his neck.

That man was none other than Sulthan. He tapped the end of the phone to his forehead because he felt dizzy in his head. Suddenly, the door of the room knocked. He looked up and said, "Come in!"

As the door of his room opened, Sulthan walked up to his desk, put his cell phone in a suit and sat in an oversized chair. A woman smiled in the doorway and walked towards him.

"Excuse me sir, here are some files you need to sign." The woman stopped her steps then, right beside the table and put a pile of marks in her hand on the table accompanied by a face full of smiles.

"Why do you like to smile?" sindir Sulthan in a cold tone without turning his head towards the woman who was still standing next to him. He took a file from the top of the pile and began to open it.

My lovely dad smiles the same!

The woman in his heart. "That's okay, sir, please!" answer's short.

"Oh. Win the lottery?" sindir Sulthan returned with a slightly interrupted tone.

"Not really." Instantly the smile receded.

"Oh." He began to put his signature on the file. "May! after this I will fly to Australia. Please get the plane ready for me!" sulthan's orders left Meylani flabbergasted.

"Why hurry sir? Is there a problem there?" meylani asked spontaneously. A sharp look also led to him.

"Why do you ask so much? Neither is my wife!" ketus Sulthan then looked back at another file he would sign. Meylani was still confused by his words just now.

"Sorry Mr ... I'll execute your orders soon. Then excuse me." Meylani turned her body and walked towards the exit of the room.

"Wait!" call Sulthan who made Meylani stop her steps who was about to reach the door handle.

Meylani turned her head with a smile that she could still show. "What's up, sir?"

"Prepare yourself! You will come with me to Australia ... for office business, just leave all your duties to your junior assistant!" orders again. Meylani nodded obediently then rushed out of the room then.

*******

In a few minutes, Sita and Haris will arrive at the airport. Both are focused on looking ahead. Until they finally arrived at the airport parking lot.

After parking the car, the two got out of there and walked towards the departure gate.

Why is Mas Haris this calm? I haven't even had a chance to ask about visas and all sorts of things.

Then, a man wearing jeans, a plain white T-shirt, coated in a black leather jacket, a hat and sunglasses walked over to Haris. He simply gave her a brown map without a word being said. Then, he just passed by.

Sita turned to follow where the man had gone, then looked at Haris with a look of wonder. "He who?" ask her with a face full of question marks.

Haris merely shrugged both of his shoulders in response. Seeing his response that seemed indifferent, Sita rolled her lazy eyeballs.

"You wait here for a while, yes, I have to check in" Haris and Sita nodded.

After Haris left from there, Sita circulated her gaze to the seat lined up neatly nearby. He examined one by one the chairs, looking for a place that was still empty.

Before long, there were two empty seats there. Sita also walked in the direction she was heading. After sitting down, a man sat down next to him. The two look at each other.

The man smiled at Sita, while the one in senyumi just stared flat with a thin smile that was almost invisible.

This guy, I think I've seen him, but where is he?

Sita was stunned for a moment, trying to guess. Shortly ...

Oh yeah, he's a guy who was accidentally hit in an elevator.

Sita crossed her chest and looked ahead. He hoped Haris would come to him quickly. I never thought a hand would be outstretched towards him. Sita frowned and immediately distanced her body from the man while looking over.

"Know, I'm Dyas. That you?"

A hand welcomed the man, but not the hand of Sita, but ...

"Daris. This woman's husband."

Haris's strict tone made the man named Dyas raise his face following the hand extended by Haris. Dyas stood up and smiled kindly.

"Hi bro, greetings."

Then, an announcement echoing in the spacious room made Dyas let go of his hand.

"Sorry." Dya pointed up, telling him it was now his turn to fly. "Then I go first" he continued, raising one hand and leaving from before them later.

Sita was amazed to see the look on Haris's face that seemed clear that her husband was jealous and trying to protect her. Then, Sita was misbehaved when she saw Haris turning to her after making sure Dyas actually left from there.

"Kneel!" take Haris with you while extending her hand. Sita happily welcomed his hand, then stood up.

"Where are you going ?" sita asked with a hopeful look, Haris will answer.

"I'm hungry, honey. We still have fifteen minutes yet to depart" replied Haris, and the two walked away from the seat. "I heard at this airport there's a really good dimsum!" continue with beads of eyes that look sparkling.

"Oh yes, wow. I haven't eaten that for a long time. I am impatient!" exclaimed Sita while swaying spoiled in Haris' arm.

From a distance, Dyas stared at Sita's departure. His eyes look sad. Like something is not finished.

I hope God will bring us back. I don't know at what time, but I'm sure .. because of my one goal and my good intentions. I will finish it soon, from me to you, Sita.

Dyas then rushed into the cabin. Bringing his still-patricated hope, to someone he is now.

*****

Haris and Sita had arrived at a food court, the theme of the food store they were going to was a shop. The typical Chinese design is very thick there.

Both order some appetizing dimsum portions. Not long to wait, the shopkeeper presented it.

"Good meal!" shout them at the same time.

A few minutes later, Haris and Sita devoured the marrow before him. Haris paid for it, and the two of them left.

"It's delicious, sometime ... we're here again yeah, Mas!" praise Sita at the dimsum shop they ate at.

"Yes dear," said Haris as he pulled Sita's nose in a frenzy.

...🌹🌹🌹Bonnect🌹🌹🌹...