Forgive Sir!
FALLEN DOWN THE STAIRS
Long enough Fara wept over the bad luck that befell her, the woman decided to take a bath and intended to go to the place where Bagas worked. Right now he really needs someone to listen to his heart, and somehow Bagas has always been his most comfortable place to pour out what he is feeling.
After cleaning herself and preparing, Fara took her smartphone to tell her lover if she would come.
“Ringing, but not lifted as well.”
Fara contacted Bagas repeatedly. However, the man did not raise his call.
“Huh, yes just send a message. Maybe Bagas is busy again because soon the return hour,” said Fara understood.
Fara's finger began to dance on the flat screen, once finished sending a message to the lover, Fara immediately rushed to the place where Bagas worked.
Throughout Fara's driving seemed unfocused, the shadow of events in Devan's room continued to ring in his head. Especially Devan's voice whispering and containing malicious accusations continued to be heard in Fara's ears.
Tin!!!
“If you can't drive, don't drive!” maki is one of the other riders.
Fara grimaced fearfully hearing the mockery of mothers who were upset that she was taking the middle road at a very slow pace. Because of her wrong self, Fara apologized and continued on her way.
After passing the journey that is not so far, Fara finally arrived at a property company where Bagas worked as an office boy.
Fara looked at the clock that was coiled around her wrist. Already 20 minutes ago Bagas working hours were over, he became worried if the lover had gone home. What's more, Bagas's motorbike is not visible in the parking lot.
“What Bagas already home? Ah yes, my message has been replied yet huh?” Fara reached into her pants pocket.
He took out his smartphone from his pocket, then checked whether the lover had replied to a message from him or not. However, Fara did not find a reply to the message from Bagas. Never give a reply, not even read.
“It looks like Bagas has gone home, I better just go straight to his contract.” Fara returns on her motorcycle and goes to contract her lover.
When arriving at Bagas rented yard, Fara was confused by the existence of a silver car parked in front of his girlfriend's contract.
Not wanting to take a headache, Fara prefers to get off her motorcycle and rush to Bagas.
Fara's feet stepped forward, Fara's fist almost touching the door made of wood. Until a disgusting voice sounded in his ear.
Fara's heart felt sore, like something was pressing on her respiratory tract.
Geck! Geck!
With Fara's trembling hand knocking on the door, he wanted to ascertain the truth of what he had just heard.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Fara again knocked on the door with a faster duration because Bagas did not come out. Feeling bored by the situation that was making his heart restless, Fara knocked on the door more quickly.
Until the person he wants to meet is out of Bali door.
“Siap— F-fara ..” says Bagas with surprised face.
“Who the hell is the darling coming? Disturb me as there is no manners.”
Fara's heart beats faster when a woman emerges from behind the body of her lover who is none other than the subsidiary owner of the company where Bagas works.
“Oh .. it turns out that your busy girlfriend is coming,” said the makeup woman cynically.
“What does all this Bagas mean?!” Fara pointed her finger in front of her lover.
“You are too sickening, Bagas does not love you anymore so get out of here!” The woman who was near Bagas was pushing Fara's body.
“Starting today we broke up! And you ...” Fara pointed towards the woman of Bagas' affair. “Take my ex!”
Fara turned around leaving Bagas' residence, what heart of woman does not hurt if duaakan.
He rode his motorcycle at moderate speed, from behind the helmet visible tears Fara who continues to flow. The two-wheeled vehicle stopped at a deserted bridge.
Fara got off her motorcycle, and walked to the edge of the bridge. His wet eyes looked down at the bridge that was flowed with river water.
The 24-year-old lifted one leg intending to end a life fraught with problems. However, as he was about to jump as big as the smile of his parents flashed, even the voice of Ainsley who called him with the designation ‘mommy’ filled his sense of hearing.
***
Fara arrived at his contract, the woman's head felt throbbing pain from crying for too long.
“I hate you Bagas! I also hate Mr. Devan.” Fara cried again while deleting all the photos of Bagas in the gallery of her phone.
Without cleaning himself Fara fell asleep on a mattress that only fit occupied by one person.
Elsewhere, Devan is distraught as Ainsley continues to cry while calling out to Fara.
“Mommy, mom promised to sing a song for Ley. Must be mommy mad at Ley because daddy mad at mommy.” Ainsley sobbed.
“Ley wants to be sung a song like mommy,” said Devan unconsciously calling Fara ‘mommy’.
The head of the blond-haired boy nodded, he really wanted to hear Fara's voice.
“Alright then Daddy sing the song yes,” said Devan trying to be patient.
“No! Ley wants mommy.” Ainsley's head shook strongly accompanied by her increasingly blaring crying voice.
Devan roughshod his hair, he wants to contact Fara. However, his enormous sense of prestige made him reluctant to contact the woman.
“Sleep Ley. Mommy's asleep, sorry if we call.”
“Mommy is asleep? But tomorrow mommy comes to daddy's office right?” ask Ainsley.
“Ya,” Devan replied.
The man was convinced that Fara would come to his company and apologize. And he felt that Fara would beg to return to work at his company.
Ainsley became calmer, the intelligent little boy began to imagine Fara hugging himself in the office tomorrow.
Devan's outstretched hand rubbed the top of his little princess's head, before the man finally came out of the child's room and went to his own room.
“He's as stubborn as you are Selena,” Devan said in a very soft voice.
Night feels just as heavy for both people of different sexes. Devan with the past and the wishes of the child, and Fara with economic problems and his love life.
Devan's eyes stared at the ceiling of the room which did not look too clear as there were only sleeping lights illuminating the man's room.
I named this boy Ainsley
Dev, sorry.
I'm stupid Dev.
Dev ….
Dev ….
“Harggh!!” Devan growled with his hands pulling his own hair.
The sound continued to flow in his ears, until it did not feel the night getting late.
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