2 Flower Stalks
Mr. Sun

That night after Salma and Hanafi had eaten together, Hanafi escorted Salma to rest in his room.

While he himself chose to sleep in Insha's room alone, hugging the bolster that is always in Insha's wear, also sometimes smelling the scent of the body that is still left in his bed. he felt a very longing, very, he often falls asleep in his sleep.

*

Days keep changing, a week has passed but Insha has not been found.

Hanafi was made very messy with this situation, he was often angry and not clearly yelled at the guards or anyone who called to provide information that was not in accordance with his expectations.

Hanafi also does not take care of his company. Many clients are disappointed by their attitude. In just one week the position of all shares of his company fell sharply. Not a few clients who fail to cooperate or decide to withdraw from their cooperation because they do not sport the attitude of Hanafi in running his business.

Rumors about the passing of the wife of the young master of Wijaya group have reached many ears, especially clients, as well as colleagues who work with him.

Hanafi's attitude is more concerned with his personal affairs, a reason many clients who cut cooperation with him.

With the declining position of shares in the company, Kriss was the one who made the fog in handling it. He tried to establish a good relationship with the clients who still survive.

He is also still worried because he has not found Insha in his escape.

*

That morning at exactly 05:00 am Hanafi had woken up from his sleep.

He looked at the bed next to him,

Come home I miss you.I miss you who wakes me up every morning...

Hanafi also let out a long sigh, lately he often woke up late, because of his erratic sleep time, he also often woke up in the middle of the night just because he was reminded of Insha, also because of the nightmares that always haunt him.

He often dreams of Insha leaving and never returning, often dreaming that Insha is alone with another man and other nightmares about his worries for Insha.

Hanafi also walked lazily to the bathroom to run his routine shower every morning. After a while he was seen coming out of his bathroom with half-wet hair, as well as a towel still attached to his body.

He stood in front of the mirror looking at his body image.

"What life would I live without you Insha..."

She ruffled her hair, as Insha often did to her.

"You like it. You like my hair like this..."

"I always obey whatever you want, but why do you still leave me Insha..."

Hanafi recalled another time as Insha was writhing spoiled around his neck, sitting on his lap, looking at him with a loving gaze.

Insha often teases Hanafi with her powerful gaze, a gaze that makes Hanafi always melt.

Those beautiful memories continued to parade in his mind, painting a faint smile on his sweet lips.

It.tokk.tokk.

the sound of knocking on the door.

Hanafi suddenly gasped at the sound of knocking on the door, and at once his daydream of Insha just froze.

He was quite surprised who knocked on his door so early, because in recent days no one dared to disturb him, considering the young master has a unstable emotion lately.

"Now..."

Hanafi answered lightly.

Opening the door of the room, he saw the figure of a stranger in his eyes even with his body starting to age.

"Sir Sun..."

As Hanafi hugged him, even when Mr. Sun was still at the doorstep, Hanafi was delighted at his arrival

His embrace was always warm to Hanafi, as if he found the same hand hug as his father's hand once did.

"How are you young master.."

mr. Sun patted Hanafi's shoulder gently.

"I'm fine sir.how about you..."

Hanafi smiled cheerfully, for a moment he forgot his sadness.

"I'm fine, too, sir..."

"Let's go in, sir..."

They also walked with one Hanafi hand that was still attached to the shoulder of Mr. Sun.

Hanafi gestured for Mr. Sun to sit with him on the edge of the bed.

"Father come here early in the morning.what time sir Sun departs from the villa pak..not quite a time-consuming trip yes..."

"Yes, sir, I left at midnight last night.I thought I would meet the young master in the morning..."

"The father drives his own car.."

"Of course not sir, I was with the driver who drove me..."

"Good then.not good also in the age of the father who now has to drive alone.."

Hanafi suddenly took a position in the middle of the bed, then gestured for Mr. Sun to sit next to him.

"Sir.may I sleep on your lap..."

Hanafi said to Sun.

"Of course sir.do whatever you want..."

Mr. Sun was seen smiling kindly at Hanafi, as he knew the current mood of Hanafi. That is also what Hanafi often did when he lost both parents.

Hanafi put one hand of Mr. Sun on his head, and Mr. Sun began to stroke Hanafi's head gently.

For a moment of silence, Hanafi felt the warm hand caress of Mr. Sun whom he always missed.

"Rise up young master...Wijaya group needs you..."

"I can't think about anything now sir.what do you know about..."

Hanafi still closed his eyes, sir Sun said before he finished with his sentence.

"Of course I know sir.about Miss Insha..."

"Hemmm.maybe I'm the stupid one, sir...Insha left because it was my fault.."

"Wrong master or not.but not necessarily young master left the Wijaya group just like that "

mr. Sun sounded deep breathing.

"The young master forgot how the great master set up the company with great difficulty until it became what it is today...Wijaya group needs you sir.don't let your hard work all this time just disappear..."

Hanafi opened his eyes, trying to sigh deeply.

"I understand what the young master is feeling now.but I beg you.try to be firm.Give encouragement for the master to rise again...at least do everything for the future successor to the Wijaya group later.as the great master did first, to ensure the life of the next young master..."

Hanafi now stared at Mr. Sun still in his lap, Mr. Sun also stopped his hand rub.

"Sir Sun knows about Salma..."

Hanafi looked at Mr. Sun in confusion.

"Of course, sir.I know all about the young master.About Miss Insha.nona Salma and her pregnancy.."

mr. Sun answered lightly with a flat face.

At once Hanafi woke up and sat beside Mr. Sun looking at him fixedly.

"Who has told Mr. Sun about this.say anyone who has known it sir..."

"It doesn't matter who said it sir.it's not easy for a woman to accept a second marriage ..it's probably what made Miss Insha leave the lord.."

"I have to how sir.I'm stuck in this situation.I love Insha very much.I don't want to take it off. And also Salma she is pregnant with my son now...I can't choose one of them..."

Hanafi now began to tear up, trying to hold back his cries.

"Miss Insha certainly can not accept all this reality sir.he needs time to accept it.and it is not for a moment.a woman will not be willing to share her love with others.."

mr. Sun now stroked the shoulder gently, which made Hanafi even more unable to contain his cries.

"Be fair sir.Do whatever you want Miss Insha.make her accept this situation slowly...he needs your affection to re-enforce him.."

"Arise sir.give encouragement to yourself.you must be responsible to all.on Miss Insha.nona Salma and Wijaya group who desperately need a leader like mister..you are strong.you must remain strong in the face of all.trust in your ability to face it.."

mr. Sun is trying to encourage Hanafi who is down right now.

"Everything is too late sir.Even now Insha has gone from me.she went far to where.even I do not know can I meet him again.There is no more spirit for me to rise..."

Hanafi stared pushyly at Mr. Sun while still shedding his tears.

"It's not too late sir.nona Insha did not go far from the master..."

Hanafi stared confused because of Mr. Sun's words, then a second later Mr. Sun continued his sentence.

"I know where Miss Insha is now..."

Seriate....