Alin and Hazar
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Although it was only a word of divorce agreement, it had managed to change Alin's entire world. His chest felt more pain and tightness. This pain is increasing more and more every day. Aunt Yona, the servants, the bedroom, the house and the rest of the house felt foreign to Alin.

Alin considers it because he is Tomi's grandfather, Papa Adi and Mama Rosa left the house. Yeah, who wants to live in a house with a lying woman like her. The lies he has done will not be forgiven. Maybe this is better, because he will definitely not be able to face Grandpa Tomi and Mama Rosa after his lie is revealed. It deserves to be left out.

What about Hazar?

Hazars. Her husband can only be found at breakfast and dinner. And Hazar's presence during the mealtime even more tormented Alin. How not, the view at the dinner table was still as scary and as I ate breakfast that morning. The morning when he had just regained consciousness from his long sleep. And from that very moment Hazar never spoke to him again. Let alone to mingle, just look at him Hazar is no longer willing.

Separate beds? Yeah, that's what happened. Hazar never visited their room again. That room had now been turned into Alin's room, not their room anymore. All Hazar's belongings and clothes have been removed since a few days ago. Alin could only stare at Hazar's empty wardrobe. He's totally alone now. Return to being alien creatures among the inhabitants of the house.

The night is getting late, but Alin's eyes are still reluctant to fall asleep. He walked slowly out of the room. Alin stopped at the top of the stairs. He seemed to be thinking of something. Alin sighed fretfully and cursed to himself. “What do I do?” Alin hit his own head. He really forgot himself. How could he go out at night looking for Hazar's new room. Yes, until now, he still does not know which room Hazar is wearing now.

With heavy steps Alin went back into the room.

In moments of solitude is not uncommon Alin always crying. His life feels like it's really over. No one else stayed by his side. Everyone has gone and become strangers. Free living is not as beautiful as he imagined. This time he will be released forever. He doesn't know if this pain will persist, or if it will disappear after he leaves the house tomorrow.

Yesterday on the second day after Hazar's divorce deal was announced. Karin again brings shocking news to Alin.

“What!” screeched Alin with wide eyes in disbelief. “Grandpa and Aunt Amel are now fugitives!? And... what was that? My dad is now flying overseas to take care of David's problem, who turns out to be a drug addict! Sia lan's son... ”

“Iya, Miss. Therefore, Mr. Haris asks you to take care of the Foundation during his departure.”

“Am I crazy! I'm still sane, Ms. Karin. What am I taking care of that damned Foundation for!”

The next day, without being asked for a second time Alin himself came to the hospital. Not as an apprentice Doctor, but as a replacement for the interim Director. Although he was worried about the problems he faced, Alin was still the Alin he used to be. It works not to help Papa who is still hated, the main goal is escape. Perhaps by busying himself he will be able to forget this little problem of his heart. However, a week has passed.

It failed! He failed to comfort himself. Disturbing Secretary Jon and Wira isn't even good for him anymore.

“Eat first,” Wira thrusting spoon on Alin.

Alin shook his head with his lesbian face. “Gue again no lust.” Alin stood up and stepped towards his papa's desk.

The hero let out a long sigh, again putting the spoon onto the table. He stared in concern at Alin who was now busy reading a document on the Director's desk. He was actually trying to comfort Alin. Take a meal outside or whatever it is, which can turn that lethargic face a little passionate. But he is not smart and hesitant to try. Finally he ate himself, of course, all the food that entered his mouth tasted tasteless. Because he ate while occasionally staring at Alin. He does not know what problems Alin is now facing, but he can guess that his only friend is having problems. He did not intend to ask, because he knew Alin would be reluctant to share with him this time. Because Alin used to tell stories even without him pinta.

“You, still don't have a phone? Mama just heard back, you.”

“Not yet,” replied Alin briefly, his eyes still focused on the document sheet in his hand. Alin has not found his phone for a week.

“Mama is now the butler at the halfway house. Your husband asked for.” The hero tries to find chat material to remove his awkwardness. Since then Alin seemed to ignore his presence there. Though he was also lazy to meet Alin, because there will be many eyes that see him. But he was forced to come to the eleventh floor because his mother forced a lunch for Alin.

Although Wira had tried to open a chat between them, Alin still kept silent without comment. Under normal circumstances, maybe the news delivered by the Hero earlier will be very happy for him. But now no one can restore his joy. His heart and mind were frozen. There is no longer a sense of happiness, which is left hannyalah pain and regret.

Geck! Geck!

“You called me, Miss.”

“Buy me mobile,”

“Good, Miss.”

After Dina came out of the Director's room, Wira stood up. He took a pen from the table and wrote his mother's mobile number there. “This is Mama's number, and this. don't forget to eat. Mama is tired of making it.” The hero put a paper that read his mother's number on top of Alin's lunchbox. Then without saying goodbye he immediately stepped outside.

Alin stared at the departure of the Wira. After the door closed again he turned to look at the box of supplies stored on the table. Her memory goes back to Hazar. He and Hazar had a fight in the hospital because he had lunch with Wira. That was why he refused to accompany the Wira to eat. If you think about it, she has been a submissive wife since this quarrel. He became afraid and always thought about Hazar in every activity. Alin suddenly laughed. “It's late and free,” murmur is grim. His relationship with Hazar has seemed to be at an end. And she just realized and just wanted to obey the words of her husband. This is what regret says, coming at the end not at the beginning.

Alin cried again in his solitude. He always called for Hazar's name and words of forgiveness at every whim. He could easily apologize to Hazar. He can hug, kiss and tease Hazar to remove the distance created by their quarrel. But now, Hazar has gone too far for him to reach. Because of his carelessness and childishness, all this happened.

“Aibi... might not be this heavy if Aunt is here.” Racau Alin in his tears. Suddenly he missed Aunt Fatma. The man he had not met for one week. The news and whereabouts of Aunt Fatma is still unknown Alin. Because he still can't call his nanny's aunt's number.

***

The hero frowned, staring in surprise at Alin who was now sitting inside his car. He who was about to run the car was stopped, because of the sudden arrival of Alin.

“What's up?” he asked puzzled because the woman who was now sitting next to him was silent and looking straight ahead. Confused himself who was confused.

“You, want to go to my house?” The hero asked again, because Alin was still silent and indifferent.

The hero took a long breath. Without asking again, he drove his car. The hero clucked as he shook his head when he saw four black cars following his car.

“Antar I came home,” When the car was far away from the hospital, then Alin voiced.

“Hmmm..” Without turning his head or asking Alin, Wira immediately turned around. Wira glanced at the rearview mirror, he saw the four cars had also turned around the direction. “The box is put behind only,” Wira said. Because he saw Alin seemed a little troubled sitting while hugging the lunch box he had brought for Alin's lunch.

“No need,” replied Alin briefly.

Twenty minutes felt long by the Hero. He had to take a long and silent journey in driving the Princess who was upset to go home to his palace. He thought his task would end with bringing his Daughter home safely. But apparently not.

“It... instead_!” The eyes of the Hero instantly widened when he saw the scene before his eyes. He turned to look at Alin who was still sitting beside him. Ternya Alin was also looking at the same scene.

Mr. Hazar and a girl their age got off the same car. Even more surprising, the girl's hand was now hugging Mr. Hazar's arm with her pot. Then both of them stepped into the house.

His hand was tightly clenched holding the steering wheel of the car. His breath was hunting. His eyes were emitting flames of anger. With a quick movement he turned his car back on, and intended to take Alin away with him. Yet...

“Thank you,” Before Wira re-runs the car, Alin hastily jumps outside. Laying the supply box. Without glancing at the Hero, he immediately walked quickly into the house.