How Will You Say Goodbye?

How Will You Say Goodbye?
The wrong guess


The door of the room was open, showing a familiar figure on the doorstep, Rey smiling obliquely at Kevin's arrival to her office. Kevin stepped into the room without being asked.


"What did you come here so early in the morning? I still have a lot of work!" Rey pointed at the pile of maps in the corner of her work desk using her own chin.


"No need to be busy, ma'am! What do you want me to tell you about this guy? You are crazy, yes!" Kevin's mouth is like there's no brake.


Rey snorted, but he kept typing something on the keyboard and his eyes stayed focused on looking at the laptop screen in front of him.


"Woy kunyuk! I'm talking to you again! Then you have an assistant why I keep looking for information that is not clear purpose and purpose?" This time Kevin's voice began to rise by an octave.


Rey stopped her activities and started staring at Kevin who was already sitting on the white sofa in the corner of the room. Rey got up and approached her friend.


"My assistant is only on business, Nyet! If I tell you to find out something else I can bokap nyokap I know!" Rey looked at Kevin seriously while patting his best friend's shoulder.


Kevin's forehead creased as if thinking of something.


"Yes yes, baeklah! I'll help you again, Nyuk! But this one's not free!" Kevin put on a face while raising his eyebrows teasing Rey.


"M*nyet emang lo! I started the same calculation!" Rey's protest to Kevin. Rey clucked while shaking her head repeatedly.


Kevin held back his laughter, he patted Rey's back.


"Well, at least you'll know I'm alesan why I need to find out about this guy!" Kevin looked into Rey's eyes seriously now.


"Lo I pay! How many?" Bargain Rey to Kevin.


"Big no! I just want to pay for an explanation." Kevin crossed his hands together to form the letter X. He must resolve his curiosity, why Rey told him the no-no from yesterday. Looking for Ammar's identity, and now looking for his wife's background. What else is this?- Kevin.


After being quiet and thinking briefly, Rey decided to take a seat on the sofa, securing the position by crossing her legs for her to tell stories and explain what was wrapped around her to Kevin.


Kevin heard Rey's explanation so seriously, his face that was always mounted with a joke now looks surprised when he heard the statement revealed by Rey.


Rey painstakingly tells her best friend that Kinan is the girl she once took away her honor. Rey was downcast as she spoke the truth.


"Seriously lo? What the.... Jesus Nyuk!" Now Kevin massaged his temple, dizziness suddenly spread in his head after knowing the truth spoken from Rey's mouth.


"Dizziness, right? Especially me!" Rey's voice is still heard in Kevin's ear, although now the focus is only on the woman who has been tainted Rey.


"So, he entered the RSJ because of lo perk*sa Nyuk?" Kevin began to speak with a fiery voice.


Rey smothered Kevin's mouth.


"Well, I thought about it when you said it! Where do you think this is? You want me to stay a name, if I'm bokap denger?"


Kevin raised both hands as if asking for forgiveness and Rey also slowly opened her arms in Kevin's mouth.


"She went in there after she found out she was pregnant" Rey said.


"What's? Pregnant?"


Rey glared at Kevin who was still speaking strongly in surprise.


"So-sorry" Kevin faintly looked at the murderous gaze from Rey's eyes.


"Gue said what, Nyuk! You've crossed the line, bro!" Said Kevin then in a soft and choked voice.


Rey sighed, leaning her head on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling.


"That's it, I want responsibility. I ruined Kinan's life. That's why I want you to find out her background, especially why she got married to that guy!" Rey bowed listlessly.


"Lo, what responsibility do you want? She pregnant? Do you want to marry him? Or do you just want the same responsibility as the child he's carrying?"


"Yes" an obscure hanging answer is loaded and the meaning is heard by Kevin.


"Yes what? What is it?" Kevin looked confusedly at Rey's face.


"Gue wants to marry her, Nyet! I want responsibility for him and his son even if it's not my son, because I ruined his life!" Now Rey who was even fiery as if he could not hold his anger on himself.


"Descending voice you an octave, Nyuk! You forgot where this is?" Kevin seemed to remind Rey of his own words.


Rey fell silent.


"Sa ae lo, Nyet!" Rey stood up from her position, tidying up the suit she was wearing.


"Keep your next plan what? Isn't she somebody's wife?"


Rey was silent without a word. Then shook his head.


"Keep saying what was that? That's not your kid? Where do you think it's not your son? If I'm sure it's your son! It's like ud-"


"Sutttssssshh" Rey told Kevin to shut up. He was getting dizzy hearing Kevin's endless speech.


"Let's just calm down and do what I tell you! That's also just let me know how far Kinan's relationship is with that guy!"


"Suami's bro!" Kevin reminds Rey that the man is Kinan's husband.


"whatever! Lo noisy! You have to find out, Nyet! I'm curious because of my feeling, but men never touch Kinan!"


"He sure! You're the one who's been brawn*nin him, b*go! Lo bad!" Kevin stood up and left Rey in his room.


Rey waved her hand as if to kick Kevin out of there before Kevin actually came out and closed the door.


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Ammar dabbled waistgang on the front. He thought of the words of Kinan's friend, Desi.


Yes, yesterday afternoon after Ammar had a fight with Latifa and Shirly in the back, Ammar decided to meet Desi at his home. Capitalized on the Desi address he knew from Kinan's diary.


"That kid doesn't have a girlfriend, Mas!" Desi on Ammar.


"Even as far as I know, she's never dated. She has no boyfriend or close friends with any man, I was also surprised to hear Kinan was married!" That was Desi's answer when Ammar asked who Kinan's girlfriend was.


Surely Desi did not know who Kinan was married to, because Kinan was a little closed to such personal matters.


Desi welcomes Ammar only knowing that Ammar is Kinan's brother who is the husband of Vienna. Desi never knew it was Ammar who married Kinan.


"I haven't heard from Kinan in a long time, either! Since she married we lost contact!" Desi Reveal.


Desi's words are really a thought for Ammar, Ammar continues to think about Kinan's state because of his prejudices. To this day Ammar is not eager to work. He chose permission from his office and went home before afternoon.


"What do I think that Kinan's cheating is wrong?" Ammar murmured, he massaged his temple.


"I'm too late to find out the truth now! And to trust Kinan that he's been harassed, I don't think I can!" Inner Ammar still refused the thing that happened.


Ammar remembers too much of what happened when he found traces of Kissmark on Kinan's neck and chest. It is too emotional and not thinking clearly, it rolls up all the heart words that appear, just believe in the situation that is in front of the eyes. That Kinan had been tarnished.


It makes Ammar upset and difficult to control emotions. Making her think no-no, then having a hard time trusting Kinan. Because what was in front of his eyes was clear evidence for him.


The relationship is too short without an approach, making Ammar's trust in Kinan not yet fully exist. He did not know and could not judge his wife was telling the truth or not. He was completely blind about the matter related to Kinan. Kinan was his wife.


After raging with his mind long enough. Ammar rubbed his face rough with his own hands.


"I'm stalling too much, I'm sorry I didn't learn to recognize him. I had mistaken it and now I also regret not believing it!" Ammar said in the end.


Ammar reached into his pants pocket, took the car keys. He decided to visit Kinan at the Hospital.


"Kinan, do you want to forgive me?" He asked himself in the middle of his journey to the hospital.


Ammar did not care about the day was late in the afternoon, although he had to meet Kinan who might have been asleep or he had passed the deadline to visit. Ammar wants to get Kinan out of the hospital. I don't know why Ammar is following his conscience.


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