The Love I Don't Miss
Part 88 (Visiting the Tomb )

Zio drove his car away from the company with a slightly rumbling chest. Finding yourself being a gossip material in plain sight, it does not seem like something easy to accept.

But Zio was as strong as heart trying not to get angry with the circumstances. Whatever they say that they have heard, that is the truth.

His boss' wife is his ex-wife.

It was just that he became very disappointed, when it became the talk of others. Especially his employees in the company.

Though he had tried as much as possible to remain able to stand when all was revealed.

And strengthen the heart, when determined not to question all if it rises. Like today.

But it turns out that a little gossip has made it almost uprooted.

"It's okay, Zio! everything will be fine - just tub. The most important thing now is to live well and strongly for your daughter."

"He needs you the most from everyone!"

Zio murmured as the car he was driving stopped right at the red light. He drove his car very slowly, so he had not yet reached his home.

He returned to his car when the green light came on. The vehicle that was supposed to turn right to be able to enter into the alley of his house, instead he straightened to go to a place, where the ruler misses his own.

A special cemetery for the residents of the Zio complex....

That's where Naura Azalea was buried. One - one woman who is considered Zio loves him sincerely.

Lika the twists and turns of life are not easy, they live together. It's hard to be sad always together. Not all women are willing to follow him to a village because he was transferred by the Boss.

Zio got out of his car. With a shaky step he stepped between the paths that were in the middle of the cemetery when the Sun began to lean in the west. In his right hand was a bunch of roses he had bought by the road.

Zio's steps closer to a tomb where the wife's name is clearly engraved there. Missing, very much missed him on the caress of the woman.

"Assalamualaikum, my wife .." said.

Sitting next to the tombstone, Zio began to extend a hand to place the rose over the wife's grave, then gently rubbed the tombstone. Like Naura's caresses to her during her lifetime. After that, he prayed for his wife who died of illness.

"Darling... You know, I have a kid from Calina. It also means your child." said Zio lirih.

Sighing deeply, "Now she wants a woman who takes your place in the office as her stepmother" he said later. "And me..." Zio was silent for a moment.

"Not that I don't love you anymore, dear.but I also need a friend to move on and take care of Clarice.." he continued with a hand that again wiped the most beautiful name he had ever known. "Darling... Can you allow me to remarry that woman. I promise you, I will not repeat the same mistakes in life. I beg you to let me be with him..."

Pinta Zio on the tombstone who won't be able to answer his question.

"Although now that woman has not given me an answer, at least I have already asked you for permission... Even though I will never be able to forget you completely. The first great woman who truly loved me."

"I still love you, baby... Forgive my imperfections as long as we live together."

Zio was silent for a while. Staring at the name of Naura Azalea written along with the date of birth and date of death.

"It's late, honey..."

"I'm sorry to have to go back and leave you alone here... I love you..."

Last he wiped Naura's tombstone, then kissed her gently. Like kissing that woman when she was alive. After that he stood up and gazed for the last tomb of the wife.

Zio walked back in a long way as he left the burial area. Sighing in rough and heavy breaths.

***

Zahra has left the company Adhitama Group and immediately went to the favorite motorcycle in the parking lot, the love motorbike that always accompanies him wherever he goes. Even the motorbike he bought when there was still the husband first.

I can say motor memories...

After riding his bike, he deliberately to take an exit that must circle the company first. To see if Zio's car is still there or gone.

But until he was close to the security post at the exit, he did not see Zio's car in the company area.

' Maybe he's home... '

' I'm sorry, Mr. Zio... I have no intention of joining and talking about the personal lives of superiors. And I also had no intention of getting you hurt. But I will look very easy to move on and turn away, if I easily agree with your request. '

Zahra continued to drive his motorbike out of the iron fence of the company. With wishful thinking - wishful thinking and where - where.

' I have to think carefully to give such a big decision. Marriage for me is not something to play with. '

The habit of every return home from work is to a location that he always goes to every home from work. Yeah, the schoolhouse of the boy.

But that afternoon, it wasn't Felia's school that he went to for the first time. But the location of the public funeral. Where it was, the grave of her husband was buried.

Just like Zio, Zahra also brought flowers. It's just that the one Zahra brought was not a bunch of roses. Except for one flower bag to sow on the grave of the husband.

Descending from the motorbike, Zahra went straight to the husband's grave close to the highway. Seen in front of the tomb, there are still tomb guards who clean the tomb area.

"Assalammualaikum, Mas.." Zahra said to her husband.

Zahra sat next to her husband's tombstone. Then sprinkle the flowers as a sign of his presence. Then pray for the husband. And then by gently rubbing the tombstone of the husband.

"If you are still there, I need not be confused about my status and life as a widow..."

"In addition to often underestimated neighbors, also often offered to just be invited to establish a relationship like dating. Until he was offered to marry me..."

"For me, all that did not attract my request, because marriage is not just a matter of status. But marriage is a time, where every day we will spend time with them."

"I sometimes think there is no man as good as you on this earth. You're the only man who can accept me for who I am and love me sincerely."

"I've always rejected men who approach me, Mas..."

"But today, I was right in a dilemma."

"I don't know if I love him or not. Because I thought all this time I just admired him handsome and successful from his own labors at a very young age."

"But it turns out he offered me a wedding... And I'm..."

Taking a deep breath and holding him heavy, "I can't agree, nor can I refuse." continued Zahra sounding very poignant.

"What should I do, Mom?" smirking again.

"Are you sincere if I get married again?"

Zahra was silent for a few seconds.

"But what is it not to be called a betrayal of love?" we are sad and worried.

Zahra closed her eyes deeply. Recollecting the life she lived while still with her husband. Beautiful days and wonderful times. All are remembered by the longings that dwell in the heart.

And when he closed his eyes, the sentence of the husband who asked him to marry again flashed in his mind. At that time, the husband said that sentence, they were still in good health and well. It was as if there was no separation.

But it turns out ... God has willed.

Zahra opened her eyes again. He thought, is that some kind of answer from the husband.

"Mass?"

Zahra called her husband while looking to the right and to the left. But he only saw the tomb guards who were still clean - clean.

"I'm just hallucinating." he murmured. "But it felt really real."

It was also impossible for a dead person to reappear in front.

Zahra daydreamed for a moment. He was silent while staring at the tombstone of the husband.

"Neng... It's almost night, I want to go home.... or Neng does not matter here alone?"

The voice he knew as the voice of the tomb guard sounded very close to him. Zahra turned to the left side, as the source of the old man's voice came.

"Oh. Yes, sir.this is I also want to go home." replied Zahra smiling kindly.

"Oh. yeah, Neng. I'm sorry..."

"Yes, Sir!" zahra replied and smiled again, looking at the back of the man who was about 60 years old.

Then he looked back at the gravestone of the husband to say goodbye. He gently rubbed a name that would always be remembered in the mind of the beautiful woman.

"Zahra's coming home, Mas.." said. "Goddessamom ..."

Zahra left the tomb area along with the tomb guard who took his motorcycle out of the parking area.

And then Zahra picked up the girl.

***

Another story, present from Gilang Adhitama...

After he left the company when the clock on the wall showed at two in the afternoon, he went home and faced his work laptop. Of course to do work from home.

Companies in Australia can't be that easy to just leave. Every day he had to zoom with his personal assistant, and also the company officials there.

"Boss there are some files that the Boss is supposed to sign... And it's faster better."

Said the assistant trust over there, through Zoom.

"Send it here. I can't go back to Australia. There's something important that I need to finish in Indonesia!" replied Gilang who was sitting on the balcony chair while facing out there.

"Ready, sir." replied the man in the room.

"Send me the sales data file I'm asking for now via email, huh? I have time to check it out!"

"Good, Master!"

"Yes, I'll end it! Hye!" pamit Gilang to the assistant mainstay in Australia.

"Ready, Master!"

Then the laptop again shows a screen filled with tables and graphics that are difficult to read by ordinary people. But for Gilang it is very easy to understand, because it has become a daily food - a CEO.

Unbeknownst to Gilang, the figure of the woman who lived with him in the apartment since earlier was behind the window. Pay attention to what Gilang is doing while working.

The 28-year-old smiled as she saw how handsome the man was when he looked very serious in front of a work laptop. Sometimes see a laptop screen that changes - change the view. Sometimes also see the phone as if waiting for a message or something else.

Kayla, who has admitted that she is not crazy, immediately approached the pantry area. By remembering the amount when he made coffee for his father in his teens, Kayla took the initiative to make coffee for Gilang.

Drinking coffee on the balcony of the apartment when the sky is already moving in the afternoon is very suitable, right?

Then Kayla cooks hot water. And he prepared two cups and two cups for himself and Gilang. One cup he poured black coffee. Another coffee cappucino. Because he did not know which Gilang likes coffee, then he decided both of them he would offer to Gilang. And he will drink the one that the man did not choose.

The tray contained two cups with the same motif he brought to the balcony. This is the first time he has made coffee. And it made his heart beat a little, because he did not know what kind of expression Gilang when he made coffee.

"Hi.." said Kayla as she reached the doorway.

Sontak Gilang turned to the right side. And the bright eyes of the young man were frozen with what he saw. He was stunned when he saw the woman he loved carrying a tray filled with coffee cups.

"Hi.." said Gilang to forget not to answer the greeting. He smiled as he saw Kayla also start to smile.

"I don't know, you like black coffee, or anything else. So I made two! Black coffee and Cappucino. It's up to you to choose which one.." said Kayla, bringing the tray closer to Gilang and putting it on the table.

Apparently Gilang was still at home to smile while following Kayla's movements beside her. Taste of haru and touched in the chest. He did not expect Kayla would change so quickly after admitting that she was just a crazy temple.

"Whatever you make for me, I'll love it." replied Gilang later, as Kayla again stood up straight to him.

"Where do you want to drink now?" kayla asked, continuing to smile.

Gilang is still fixated on the beauty of Kayla while being friendly with herself like this.

"Come.. choose.." pinta Kayla, aware that Gilang still continues to look at him. "Your first choice, I'll think of it as your favorite coffee!" continued Kayla.

"Hmmmm.. okay..." Gilang began to stare at the tray that contained the two colors of coffee. "I love black coffee!" reply Gilang took the cup containing black and direct color coffee and directly brought it near the lips.

"Eitz!" Kayla prevents Gilang from drinking her homemade coffee. "It's still hot, let it cool first." said Kayla.

And Gilang reflex followed the direction of the woman.

"Thank you, yes." said Gilang staring fixedly at Kayla who is now sitting in a chair sebrang Gilang.

"Same - same." answered Kayla. "And from today on, this Cappucino coffee will be my favorite!" he stared at his Cappucino coffee.

Gilang just nodded with a smile. His concentration to work instantly disappeared just like that.

Kayla's gaze completely swept away her gaze. Eliminate focus in the head.

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