Become Him
Failing conversation

Tough to gather her strength to move on, Rachel returned to her room. His stomach was completely empty after he vomited violently and let out his entire stomach until his mouth was bitter.

With a stagger he reached one by one the objects nearby to hold on so that he could get to the top of the bed.

At the edge of the bed he sat down and sipped back the drinking water in his glass. His feelings had gotten better after all his stomach contents were spewed out.

While leaning against the headboard, Rachel tried to contact Nata. She called her husband to ask him how he was doing.

One time Nata ignored the call, making Rachel's feelings uneasy. He made the second call and the result remained the same, ignored by Nata.

“Where are you going? Is it busy?” murmured Rachel, asking Nata's face that was on her phone screen.

Rachel didn't give up, she tried to make a third call. If after this Nata still did not answer her, then she decided to send a message to her husband.

“Halo,” Nata's heavy voice was heard over there.

“Halo. Are you busy?” rachel asked with a sigh of relief. There was a calmness of his own after he heard Nata's voice.

“What's up?” Nata did not answer, he asked back, as usual.

“Mas have eaten?” Rachel asked in a low voice. His throat suddenly shrunk when he got a lot of encouragement questions in the cavity of his head who did not know which question he had to say first.

“Later I ate.” That's the only answer.

“Iya, mas do not be late to eat yes, do not get sick. I ate too. Thank you so much for the sushi?"

"But by the way, the sushi is bought from my favorite place which?” with all her courage Rachel asked.

Nata did not answer. He bowed languidly in his place and closed the file he was reading. She realized that Rachel never had a favorite sushi place. He never even took Rachel to a sushi restaurant.

When Ivana came home, her brother did ask her, bring anything for Rachel. And Nata spontaneously answered Sushi, complete with the name of the restaurant. Unfortunately, it was a restaurant he used to visit with Aruni, not with Rachel.

“If you don't like it, don't eat.” Said later. He rubbed his face violently. Annoyed by his own thoughts.

Getting Nata's answer, Rachel simply smiled. Smiling but her tears just drip away. He clutched the shirt on his chest, it felt like he needed to strengthen himself and eliminate the tightness that filled his chest cavity.

“Iya mas.” Rachel's voice sounded trembling.

“Mas keep trying to rest yes. Don't stay up. I will be sick later. Tomorrow will I bring food not to the office?” Rachel is still trying to give her attention to Nata.

“No need, Riki will buy it.”

“Hem, okay. If so, good night. Sorry I slept first. The spirit, keep the health. Drink too much so that his waist does not hurt. If it has been two or three hours sitting, occasionally take a small walk so that the legs do not cramp or tingle. Tomorrow when the mas go home, I pijitin mas.”

After that sentence, Rachel could not continue speaking. He smothered his own mouth so that his cries could not be heard by Nata. Yeah, Rachel cried a mouthful with her own hands. His shoulders moved up and down as the pain in his heart returned.

“Iya.” The three letters were Nata's counterpart before he hung up and the conversation ended.

“ASSFUCK!!” exclaiming Nata who suddenly stood up and threw a file in his hand.

“Akh! Shit!” he also snorted angrily as he recalled his foolishness in buying Rachel sushi. I don't know what's going on with his wife right now. I don't know! His head was too dizzy to think about it. He prefers to think about numbers on appeal to think about feelings.

Yeah, this feels better for Nata.

In her place, Rachel cried a mouthful. Her chest feels so tight. The assumption that after hearing Nata's voice everything will improve, it never happened. It's getting even more upset.

Rachel decided to lay her body on the bed. He deliberately lay down where Nata curled up last night. Apparently it feels like this, lonely and painful. Does Nata feel the same way?

Rachel could not answer. He preferred to close his eyes and let his tears, which kept dripping, dry by themselves.

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