Come back to me
Argian.

⁇ ️ Please wisely respond to the scene in this story because it contains elements of violence️

Jakarta, August 23, 2019.

"Mazira.!!" shouted a man named Syakir, who turned out to be the husband of Namira.

"Is it.??" Namira ran away in a hurry to meet the call with her head bowed not daring to see the source of the voice.

Syakir throws a brown map at Namira. "What the fuck," Shakir snapped.

Namira picked up the map her husband threw.

Syakir squeezes Namira's cheeks, furious. "You intentionally. ?? Can, ?? just one day you don't make me emotional.??" Shakir clenched his teeth full of anger.

"Ma, I'm sorry I didn't mean it." Namira's tone looked very frightened. Tears began to drip soaking up the reddened cheeks so hard as a squeeze of Syakir.

"I'm sorry" said Namira.

Syakir brushed off his grip.

"I didn't mean it." Namira wiped her tears.

"Lied.!! you deliberately want to destroy my business..??" Jerk Syakir.

Plaakkkp...

Syakir drew out his palm on Namira's cheek, leaving a red mark on his cheek. From the corner of his lips flowed fresh blood.

Namira held her cheek. "I'm really sorry, Hiks hiks." Namira sat on the floor.

His soul and his heart whimpered and felt pain and pain.

After throwing his punch, Syakir then sat down at the dining table.

Namira swiftly stood up against Syakir, without regard for his pain.

Scooped. Rice, vegetables, and fish then give it to Syakir.

At a glance Syakir turned to Namira, he saw Namira was so disgusting.

"Go away, you,!! my appetite's gone seeing you standing there."

Namira retreats away from Syakir.

Syakir scooped his rice and...

"Mirgin ..!!" Shouts again.

Namira immediately approached Syakir.

"Sit, !!" tell Syakir with bulging eyes.

Namira sat on the chair following her husband's orders.

"Who told me to sit there." Syakir pushed the chair Namira used.

Then Namira came down and sat down on the floor.

"Open your mouth.!!" Syakir scoops the rice and puts it roughly in Namira's mouth.

"Ahh spicy." Namira intends to spit it out.

"Slow down.!!!" snapped Syakir.

"You want to kill me.??"

The prraaanggg.!!!

The rice plate that Namira had previously offered was thrown by Syakir right in front of Namira.

Srrrrrettt prr**prpraanng.

Syakir dragged all the dishes presented on the dining table.

Namira could only cry to find Syakir's rude attitude.

Syakir again took his hand.

"Den, Stop. !!" Shouts of middle-aged women named Namimah who is usually called Mbok Nami.

"I beg you, don't !!" Mbok Nami hugs and protects Namira.

Syakir then went and slammed the door. "Braaggh."

"Non, the patient non. !!!" Mbok Nami stroked Namira's hair.

"Until when will Syakir treat me like this, ??" Namira cries in the arms of Mbok Nami.

"Patience, patience." Mbok Nami also sobbed to see his employer cry as he pleased.

Syakir's treatment during the two years of marrying Namira never changed, he always did rough and easy.

....

The morning changes, the day changes the night.

Namira sat facing the glass of her room, hugging the leg that supported her head.

In front of him a book and pen as a medium where he poured out all his heart.

Namira was endlessly crying her tears had soaked some of the cloth wrapped around her body.

"Argian.. ?? Can you hear my cries.??" Namira buried her face there.

........

Singaphore, August 24, 2019.

"Namira.??" Argian like seeing someone but disappeared blocked parked car on the bridge.

"Is he Namira.??" Argian tried to convince what he saw.

Curious, Argian followed the woman.

Argian glanced left and right, front and back. Namira was not found.

Till,.. Argian's eyes saw a person standing at the boundary of the bridge, like he was about to jump.

Argian shouting.

"Namira. Jangaaannnn !!."

But Argian is late.

After turning his head and smiling at Argian he immediately jumped and lost drifting in the river water.

The woman smiled but was full of wounds.

"Noooo, !!" Shouted Argian.

"No.!! no, Namiraaa.!!" Shouted Argian.

"Mirror." Argian awoke from his nightmares, then turned off the music from the phone he put on the nightstand.

That music.

" *If you had known how broken my heart is now my own soul is languishing."

"Return to me if it is in vain. Come back to me if you're not happy. The door of my heart opens I accept what it is, because I am not willing if you suffer*."

Teett

Argian turned off the music. "Yes, why do I keep having nightmares." Argian rubbed the rough Grain of sweat on his face.

"Yes Allaah." Argian came down from his bed to fetch water.

Argian takes a picture of Namira which he still keeps in his bedroom drawer.

After sipping water in his hand Argian looked at the photo of the girl who was smiling cheerfully.

"Namira's.. Is your gym still like this baby.??" Argian hugged the photo with a golden frame.

He embraced the photo with love.

This morning at about 10am local time. Argian is holding a company meeting with its Staff.

In front of him all the staff were sitting quietly waiting for a series of explanations that Argian would convey.

Over thirty minutes they sat facing each other, waiting for Argian to open the meeting at this time.

But I don't know what disturbs Argian's mind until he just dumbfounded since sitting in the room.

The staff and assistants of Argian, they glanced at each other in wonder at Argian's attitude today.

Dion (Assistant), nudging Argian. "Boss, boss.??"

Argian. " Oo he's sorry, where was it.??" Argian rubbed his forehead.

"English bosses, English they understand." said Dion half-whispering.

Argian patted Dion's shoulder. "Give me a minute."

Dion is an Argian Assistant who he deliberately recruited from Indonesia.

Not only Dion, but also many staff that Argian recruited from his home country. Such as secretary, Deputy Director, Head of Warehouse and others.

"Sorry, sorry. Give me five minutes." asked Dion to the staff.

After that Dion followed the strange looking Argian today.

"Boss. What's the matter. ?? Why does the boss look like he has a lot of thoughts, is there a problem.??"

Argian. "I don't know.??"

Argian then sat down, and sighed fretfully. "Dion. Tolonn,!! cancel my schedule ten days ahead." Argian snatched his suit and then walked out of his room.

"Well boss, boss, how's the meeting going,?? Boss boss, Argian.??" Shouted Dion annoyed because his question was not dugubris Argian.

"Heeuuh" decak Dion frustrated.

"Boss, Boss. Why do you like to see me." Dion threw his body on the chair.

After Argian drove away from his residence, Dion came to Argian's house.

"Den, his arm has just come out" explained a maid in the luxury home.

Tuutts.

Dion called Argian.

"Cancel all my schedules in the next few days, handle whatever you can handle."

Tut tut's.

Argian cut ties unilaterally.

"Boss, boss." cried Dion at the gate that Argian had closed.

"Heuh." Dion sniffed in annoyance.

Ticket in hand, and suitcase dragged. Argian will return to the country he left for the last two years.

"Namira's.. " Argian looks at a piece of photo in hand

"I just want to make sure you're okay." Argian re-entered the photo.

"Welcome to Jakarta,...."

A familiar voice greeted the passengers who had just landed.

Argian stood staring at the door he was about to pass (Airport exit).

"Two years ago when I stepped foot in the entrance, I never thought I would step foot in the exit door, but the dream about you bothered me enough, Namira." muttered Argian.

Argian dragged his suitcase through the exit.

Outside there was a driver waiting and carrying his suitcase, now Argian just carrying a small bag and walking towards the car that has been prepared.