Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Restaurant Workers

...A lot of time passed but every memory that ever came was more and more in my mind....

...~Thunder Syakir Alhusyn...

...🌴🌴🌴...

It turned out that bitter memories continued to erode in endless rounds of time. All the times that have passed have not made those memories forgotten. More and more longing, greater regret made him live in the shadow of sin.

When he tried to get up, it was not as easy as when he said. As he tried to walk by looking forward, it turned out that the shadow when he had committed a crime continued side by side with him.

All the problems he did turned out to keep him alive in anxiety. He never sleeps well. No more handsome faces with hardened jaws.

All a lot of changes. He no longer cared about his appearance. As if the life he lived there was no more great passion and encouragement. 

He only lived his life with freedom. He's done it all with a work drunk. He went through it all from the bottom. Without the help of his parents, with many blasphemies that accompanied him. Until finally here he is.

"Sure, you're called the boss in his room" said a man in uniform approaching a man who had just come out of the bathroom. 

"okay!" he nodded with both hands.

He with definite steps walked into his boss' room. His slightly thinner face with a body that was no longer burly looked so apprehensive. 

However, he could work with a calm feeling here. Even though he does not work not in his majors but at least he can find work with his own efforts.

After a long time he was unemployed until the news receded. Whether it was with the help of his papa or indeed the news was slowly dimming and the man was able to go through everything from below. 

"What's up, sir. Is there calling me?" 

"Yes, Syakir," said a middle-aged man staring fixedly at Syakir. "Sit down." 

Syakir. He quickly pulled the chair right in front of his boss' desk and sat quietly. 

"From your performance over the last two years, you've done an amazing job. Many customers love your service" said the man with a proud smile at the man in front of him. 

"Alhamdulillah. Thank goodness, Mister." 

"For your achievements now, I have a good offer for you. That's also if you want," said the man staring fixedly at Syakir.

"Can. What's up, Mister?" 

"If you're pleased, I'll move you to the main restaurant in the Capital City" he said, staring fixedly at Syakir. "For the salary business, it's certainly bigger than here." 

Syakir. He had not answered but honestly in his heart there was a feeling of unwillingness to leave this city.

Although he thinks Malang is a wound as well as a medicine. Although here the bad memories continue to haunt him, but many memories that remind him of the attention of his ex-wife. 

"How's it?" 

"May I think about it first, sir? I still have to talk to the family at home" Syakir said politely. 

The number of things he has been through. It has made many changes. No more arrogant Syakir, no more ignorant Syakir. 

Now seated is the new Syakir. Syakir who can appreciate people more, Syakir who is much better than before. 

"Can. I'll give you a week to think. Then give me your best answer here!" 

"Thank you, sir." 

Yes, the apartment has been his since he was working at the company. Private apartment gift from his parents. Syakir quickly went back there. The place where he made his apartment was the best house.

The house that had been real to her, never warmed to her. Sorry that he asked for his mom and sister, did not make their relationship better. It was as if Syakir understood that the wound he had given was too deep.

Until that is what makes the man choose to work in a restaurant with many branches. He chose everything from the bottom without any help and the surname behind his name.

"I'm home, baby!" syakir said by turning on the lights of his apartment room.

He quickly entered after the door of his room closed. From also opening his work shoes after it was put in place. 

His face smiled as he looked at the portrait of his wife who had been hanging near the entrance with a smiling look at him.

"You wait for me. I'm sorry I just got home from work" Syakir said, gently wiping Humaira's portrait. "I took a shower first." 

After saying that Syakir immediately walked towards his room. Along the way he smiled seeing many portraits of his ex-wife stuck in every corner of the apartment wall.

Look at him now, the man who used to dodge and say he would never love his wife. Now God has opened it all. Hate has turned into love.

The frozen heart has melted. The hidden feeling had now opened so wide. Syakir admitted that his heart had been attached to his ex-wife.

However, until now it turned out that a second chance he had not found. 

"I have to call Papa" Syakir said as he finished cleaning up. 

The man immediately took his cell phone. A bite-sized apple phone that he never changed again since the big problem occurred.

Until the third ringing, the call was not picked up. Syakir tried again and still no response from his father.

"Maybe Papa's busy" he then put his phone on the nightstand next to the bed. 

Syakir slowly spread his body. He looked to the side and took a portrait of Humai which he framed with a small frame so that it could be placed on the nightstand beside his bed. 

"Where are you, honey? You don't want to see me for a second?" ask Syakir with teary eyes. 

Her eyes shed tears but her lips chuckled. It was as if the man was laughing at his truly hilarious destiny. 

Now he's just sorry. Now he feels lost. Then why in the past he could say evil things from his own lips and make his wife and child leave his life.

"You can see me now with a mocking look. I'm not as rich as I used to be, honey. I am poor now" shirih Syakir told her of her fate.

Things like this have been going on for almost three years. Yes exactly three years ago, Humaira left him. Exactly three years ago he began to live his days without his wife.

Although time goes on too long. However, according to Syakir it is very painful.

"I got a new job, honey. I was asked to leave Malang to move to the Capital City. Do you think I should agree?" 

Syakir is not stopping babbling. Until finally the drowsiness began to attack. Slowly the eyes were closed with lips that smiled every time he finished telling his daily story with a portrait of Humaira that was above his chest. 

"Come in my dream for a moment. I miss you, dear." 

~Connected

It really is, isn't it! More bad luck and macem crazy people if gini Bang Syakir.

Sorry just updated well. I just got home because of that.