I LOVE YOU, ABOUT ODY
It hurts!!!

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"Well in which office?"

"Yes in the usual place dong. Where else is my office? Yes, yes, a lot of work. Not as good as the model is waiting. Bye,,, Muach,,,"

Somehow Nada felt the lie in Anton's sentence. How not? He is currently still standing in front of the only office called by Anton but he did not find any busyness in the office.

Nada is back nearing the security guard.

"Well, is it my love, Mbak?" ask the security guard to hope big.

"Can. Just make dad. But I can go in there, right?" Tone pointing towards the office.

"Why do you want to mbak? Anton doesn't exist either."

"Ss, I was told by Anton to take the file that was missing." Nada nervously did not want the security guard to know the truth.

The police seemed to think for a moment. But his hungry stomach can't be compromised. That's why he's asking for Nada.

"Alright mbak. What company would you like to enter by yourself?" tanyanya.

"On your own, sir. Father please eat." quickly Nada reached out her luggage and was greeted with delight by her recipient.

Tone walked quickly towards Anton's workroom. Sure enough, everyone's gone. Room after room he passed by was empty. Just stay at the desk chair.

So did the desk chair that became Anton's work place. There are no inhabitants. All work equipment seems to have been neatly cleaned up sign that the person has enough time to do it.

"Why are you lying? Why tell me you're overtime when you're not here. Where are you really? What the hell's going on? What's the problem I don't know about? Should you lie like this?"

Many questions perch in Nada's mind. He sat in Anton's chair. Pay attention to one by one objects on Anton's table until his eyes are pounded on a small piece of paper with writing.

Seeing the writing, Nada can confirm that it is indeed Anton's writing.

"Hour 5. Street of Memories, no 13."

"Whose address is this? 5 O'clock??" Nada tried to guess the hell and related the events today but his brain was deadlocked.

"I'd better get to this address. Maybe Anton was there. Even though I don't know what the reason is for being there and what it means to tell me that it's still in the office." muttered Nada.

Tone goes quickly out of there. Unheeded the security guard who shouted in praise of his cooking. His mind only focused on the address on the piece of paper he was now carrying.

Tone stops a taxi and asks to be delivered to that address. Either there will be something there or not but his little heart says he has to go there.

His mind was in a state of turmoil all the way there. Various questions that he could not get answers to make his brain work hard until finally he arrived at a thought that had never once perched in his mind.

"Why am I so suspicious of you now? Should it? Shall? Anton,, our marriage is only a few months away. Why should there be such an event? What kind of job made you think of hiding it from me"

"It's over with me."

The voice of the taxi driver surprised Nada from all the brain sessions full of his questioning.

"Ergh yes sir. But this is exactly, "" he was astonished to see the address he was referring to.

"Why mbak?"

"Is this really the address?" Tanya's tone back.

"Memory road no 13, right? Yes this is mbak. This little hotel."

"Yes mbak. How's nih? Ma'am want to go down here what else? The road continues." the driver warned.

"Eh,, Ss, I'm down here."

Nada quickly picked up a piece of red money and gave it to the taxi driver.

"Just make it back to you." Said Nada who was convinced that a piece of money was still left to pay for his taxi.

Tone was out of the taxi when the driver thanked him.

"Hmm basic young people today. Play it to the hotel. It's different from how I used to be." The driver of the deranged head saw that his passenger had entered the courtyard of the small hotel.

He then re-run his taxi in the hope that there will be some more passengers who are willing to give his change.

Tone went into that hotel and was nervous. It was the first time he had ever set foot in a hotel. Although it was only a small hotel but for him it was taboo to set foot into such a place. The thought of the adult scene momentarily dominated him.

"Good night. May help?" greet the friendly receptionist as soon as Nada puts her body on the big table.

"Se, good night. Ss, S, S, I want to see my friend." Confused tone itself should start from where.

"Is your friend staying here?"

Tone nodded but then he shook his head.

"Sorry, I can't help you provide our guest data if you're not sure."

"Ehmm,," Tone really do not know whether Anton's name is included as a guest list or just a visitor like himself.

"An, Anton. Yeah, Anton his name. Check in at around 5pm. Try to check if there are guests staying here in that name."

"good. Wait a minute."

The receptionist seemed busy checking one by one the guest list in his book. This small hotel still does not include sophisticated hotels that already use computers or laptops. The guest list is still written manually in the book.

Not long after, the receptionist was finished and smiled back at Nada.

"sorry. No guest named Anton stayed at our hotel. Maybe you are misinformed." said the receptionist gave a sense of relief in the heart of Nada.

"Oh so yeah."

"Yes miss. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Mmm,, no. Thank you." Thank you."

With a breath of relief Nada left the receptionist's desk.

"I think I'm just suspicious. How could Anton come to this hotel? Make what try? Ouuwhhh,,,," The next instant Nasa covered her own mouth.

His eyes could not escape the figure of the man who had just come out of the elevator. The man hugged the waist of a woman who looked older than him. They laugh giggling without paying attention to their surroundings.

Forget what they're doing right now.Not focus on the woman but on the man. He is Anton!!!!

"Anton???" muttered Nada lirih after he hid behind the pillars of the hotel.

His phone was immediately taken. He called Anton's number. Not lifted. Nada sees Anton seeing who the caller is but chooses to ignore him and re-insert his phone into his pocket.

Lip biting tone. His tears began to pour down his cheeks.

It hurts!!!

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