Young Lecturer Love Cage

Chapter 49

The Milky Way walks with a half-shivering body because of the rain. A pushy look stared at the length of the desolate streets he was walking on. The wounds in his heart were more painful than the wounds all over his body.

Her mind could not stop rolling back Laura saying that she was married. A ridiculous statement that leaves the Milky Way beset by thousands of questions.

How could? Since when was Laura with that guy? The relationship has not even been two months, but why did Laura suddenly get married?

The Milky Way kept asking in his heart. So many things were confusing for him. She felt that Laura was not the Laura she knew. The Laura that he knew, would not be able to betray him.

"That's why Laura became so hard to contact?" he murmured in the heart.

The man stared at the beautiful city before him which slowly turned nauseating. Dutch buildings proudly stand firm dwarfing the heart of a lonely man. The lush trees with their leaves screeching in the wind, felt as if whispering insultingly to the dullness of the man below. Suddenly the air felt stuffy even though the Milky Way was in the open.

His eyes stared at the racing vehicle passing by him indifferently. No one knew the pain of the man's heart. The Milky Way felt isolated in the city. The man was really heartbroken.

His body that had been soaked, made him have to force himself to look for an inn. He could not return, with his wounds still gaping. He must rest himself and his heart from all the sad things that happened without being able to avoid today.

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"Mom, Miss Laura, are you home yet?" sabiel asked in a hurry.

His jet-black eyes stared at the wet streets of Bandung with uneasiness. The man continued to drive his car without direction and purpose, hoping that on one road he could find his young wife.

"Not Mr" said Mbok Yayu across the street.

"If you're home, call me Mbok" he asked.

"Good Sir"

Sabiel closed the call in annoyance. He slapped his palm on the steering wheel repeatedly.

"Laura, how dare you walk away from me" he said as he continued to look at the streets he was passing through carefully.

Before long, he decides to contact Tomi.

"Hello" a polite greeting sounded from across there.

"Tom, Laura's missing. You helped me find him" Sabiel said straightforwardly.

"Disappeared?" tomi was surprised.

"The story is long, I ask you to send your men. Give them a picture of Laura, and have them look for her everywhere" a series of commands came out smoothly from Sabiel's mouth. The man was in the fog.

"What about Intan. Have you been in her way?" tanyanya.

"Sir, just calm down. Mrs Intan I have diverted to go home immediately and wait for Mr" he said politely

"good. Now you help me find Laura, call me immediately if you find her" she asked before turning off her phone unilaterally.

That day Laura managed to make the injuries on Sabiel's body deteriorate. His attempt to escape succeeded in creating Sabiel's mind into a cloud of mist. The sky of the city of Bandung was perfect dark at that time, but Sabiel's jet-black eyes still keep an eye out for the paddled foreign women who cross the shoulder of the street, he hopes Laura is in the line of women. Hiding his tiny body behind a huge umbrella he got from everywhere.

That quest trip had consumed a lot of patience that was in Sabiel's heart. Several rough swearing he could no longer bear, indicating that he was too tired to play cat-kicking with his young wife.

The man covered his fatigue by picking up a pack of cigarettes that were in the dashboard storage of his car. The cigarette will only be removed if he is in a state of distress like that night.

With one hand driving, he lit a silver-colored bat. Cigarette smoke immediately he let out once the car window he opened half the section.

Drrtt... Drrr.. Drrr..

In the midst of an erratic mood, his phone rang again.

Sabiel stared at Intan's name there. The man pressed the button on his phone. And put the phone on the dashboard right in front of him.

"Hello" he said coldly after exhaling cigarette smoke.

"Sabiel, where are you?!" tanya Intan who did not manage to cover up her anger.

In a confusing investigation. Intan felt furious when she suddenly saw the incident this morning. His heart riled when he saw Sabiel tightly hugging the foreign woman before him. Intan's hiding distance is quite far, can not make him hear clearly the conversation there. But her watchful eyes, looking suspiciously at the whole attitude that her husband showed. Sabiel embraced the woman. He held it as if the woman was his. When Intan sees Sabiel taking the woman away, he wants to follow Sabiel, but his efforts are immediately thwarted by Tomi. The man blocked the speed of Intan's vehicle. And with no reason to make sense, her husband's goddamn trust made Intan forced to turn back the wheel and go straight back home.

"I was on the street" replied Sabiel coldly, he was smoking back his cigarette.

"Tell me, who is that woman?!" Intan was trying to normalize her angry voice-over vibrate.

"Which woman?" sabiel pretended not to know.

"That woman. The woman you hugged in front of another man this morning" Intan grew impatient.

Sabiel smirked at Intan's words. "You seen him? You're following me, Intan?!" he said that he was exposing Intan's stupidity.

"Sad. Don't pretend you don't know, baby. You know I'm following you, right?!" Intan screeched at Sabiel's obvious pretense. "That's why you told Tomi to stop me and make me come back upset" Intan's voice growled.

Sabiel had no intention of covering up everything else from Intan. The man was proud to even ignite Intan's emotions to make the woman's crown like being stung by electric heat.

"She's my wife" Sabiel smoked in his cigarette and threw away the coarse smoke he let out from the corner of his lips. The man did not see Intan's dead red face across the street. His eyes even remain focused on finding Laura in the corners of Bandung City which is being hit by rain.

"I'm not kidding Intan" he said slowly. "She is indeed my wife, my sir's wife" Somehow Sabiel became interested to see the look on Intan's face which is certainly currently pale.

"You want to see me die?" tanya Intan cynical.

"You want to kill yourself?" Sabiel turned his question around. "Please" The man ends up following Tomi's advice not to be swayed on Intan's suicide threat.

Intan was surprised when he heard Sabiel's cold voice which allowed him to die. He gulped his saliva roughly, feeling cornered because the threat was now no longer present.

"It's great that woman, now even you allow my death" said Intan ketus. "Where are you now?" tanyanya is impatient.

"No need for you to know. I'll be back when I want to. So don't you dare bother me at this time" Sabiel said firmly while directly turning off his phone. The man ignored Intan's call on him.

Over there, Intan's trembling body held back the emotions that gnawed at his heart. Her hands clenched the cell phone that was turned off unilaterally by her own husband. His breath was breathless withstanding the tightness that had been clinging to his chest since this morning.

Sabiel has siri's wife? Huh uh?! Since when did he get married without my knowledge? How dare that woman be in the middle of my household ark with her? Who her?

Benak Intan continues to be encouraged to collect a series of questions related to Sabiel's statement. He secretly felt threatened by the existence of the mysterious woman. Earlier this morning, Intan could not see clearly the figure of the woman Sabiel had hidden in his arms.

"Damn it! I have to find out who he is?!" muttered Intan while squinting at the rain that was still rushing from behind the bedroom window.

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Laura covered her face and cried violently in the taxi she had been riding in since. His heart became so fragile and fragile at that time. The confused taxi driver several times saw it from the rearview mirror. The old man was filled to see so deeply the sadness that the young lady behind him was releasing.

"Life is hard to guess" said the old man glanced at Laura who was still covering her face. "Cry as much, but then show me your best smile"

Laura opened her palm from her face, she looked at the old man through the rearview mirror.

"I'm sorry sir, so bother you" he said awkwardly.

"Oh it's okay, just calm down" he said with a smile. "You remind me of my daughter at home"

Laura seemed to be trying to listen despite the hiccups. Her tears were wiped away many times.

"How many fathers' age?" laura asked in a loud voice.

"As with you Miss" he said imagining his youngest girl at home. "He's a little whiny kid in our family. Trivial problems can make her cry great"

"Oh yeah?" laura asked as she picked up the tissue between the steering wheel and the passenger seat.

The old man nodded with a warm smile. "Yes, whiny and timid"

The old man was silent for a moment, "I used to tell him to learn not to solve the problem by crying. God gave us a perfect life precisely because He created problems in us" he said wisely.

Laura had managed to stop the tears that she could no longer bear. The woman was calmer than when she first got into the taxi.

"We are only human beings, creatures, creations. All we have to do is accept" he continued while keeping an eye on the rain-soaked streets. "Amourpati" he said straightforwardly.

"Amourpathy?" Laura parroted the old man's speech in front of her.

"Yes. Philosopher language that I got from a young boy when I was my passenger in the past" he recalls the full incident

full of lessons.

"What's that saying?" laura began to be interested.

The woman actually knew the term Amourpati that originated from Friedrich Nietzsche, the German philosopher. But the way the narration of the old driver, made him interested to hear reviews about Amourpati back. At that time he felt God was teaching him something through the mouth of the old man in front of him.

"The young man said that God created such a complex life for His creatures in the universe. All the things that we like or not, all the things that are pleasant or even sad, will always be present throughout the breath of life that God has given. Our job is to accept all of that. Accept the life destiny that has been outlined. Including when fate leads you to what you hate or make you sick the most"

Laura listened carefully to the old man's words.

"Miss may know, some people confidently say that they love God. Demanding His power by showing how he does, how he is grateful, how his daily worship is all because of the desire to get the predicate of a obedient servant" said the old man as he glanced at Laura behind him through the rearview mirror.

Benak Laura immediately understood the direction of the old man's conversation, she nodded in agreement.

"They're all hypocrites. I wonder why so many confident people say they love God, but when God puts so little trouble in their lives. They immediately cursed. To think God is unfair and then leave God" said the old man. "It should be, if we really love God. We have to accept everything God gives us, right? Including with problems. The problem is one of pleasure. The pleasure of God that makes us more introspection, more feel like we are nobody on this earth"

The old driver's speech, made Laura pensively live her winding life journey. He realized, everything that happened in his life was a destiny that he had to go through. The presence of Sabiel, the presence of the Milky Way, they include the path of destiny that God stretches for him to trace.

"God will never give anything for no reason. Whatever happens to you today, tomorrow or in the future. All will take you on one long journey to His presence. Accept that trip. Enjoy. Gratitude. Cry if it feels heavy, but after that remember to smile and live again" continued the old man wisely.

His words made the nelangsa in Laura's heart slightly treated. His eyes saw the late night. There are so many people out there, but how wonderful it is that God still guides him through the old driver who now feels like a teacher to him.

Accepting? Yep. That's all Laura has to do right now.

"Sir, take me to the pasteur apartment" said Laura without taking her eyes off the cold night scenery of Bandung City.

Without looking at the passengers behind him, the old driver smiled warmly while nodding his head.

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