Just take him for you
Space and its clutter

"Pak Asa is too much. My pamor is clearly nothing compared to Pak Asa. I went down first yes, today I live the last scene. Thanks for lunch." Salma gave her sweetest smile and got out of the Space car.

Angkasa continued to look at Salma who walked confidently and accompanied by cynical gazes from other colleagues. The woman looks very strong compared to the beginning she plunged into the world of roles. Time and problems in life make it more mature and strong to face problems.

The sound of a message coming in on his phone that for the umpteenth time, forced Angkasa to read it. Since eating with Salma earlier, he had heard the sound of messages coming in a row but he deliberately ignored because he already knew who the sender was and the contents of the message.

'I'm sorry, sir I sent you another message. Ida's mother asked the Father if tomorrow there will be a pilgrimage to Mother Debby's grave.'

Space read some of the messages below it with similar contents. Then he simply replied, 'Yes, please arrange as usual.'

Angkasa let out a loud sigh and rubbed his face rough. It's the fifth year after his wife's death for good. It was a huge event that shook the entertainment world at that time.

Since then, every year Angkasa always held a prayer together and made a pilgrimage to Debby's tomb. It was done at the request of Debby's mother.

Feelings of guilt and judgment from the extended family of his late wife at the time, making Angkasa follow every request of his former in-laws.

In its first year, Space was still hiding from the media spotlight. He only gave some funds to the Debby family to manage, related to family prayer events without showing his face in the middle of the media crew.

If in the first year Angkasa greatly understood the event of his late wife held massively and covered by many media, but not for the following years. It's not that he no longer remembers Debby, but he wants to remember her personally without the need to call the media. Angkasa felt, Mother of Debby wanted to punish him and bind him indirectly.

The sky turned its head upwards and then sighed loudly for the umpteenth time. It is certain that tomorrow's event will be full of camera blitz lights that highlight each of its movements. He's tired really tired.

Late in the afternoon the next day, Emran entered his room without being asked.

"What?" ask Angkasa without lifting his head from the sheet of paper on the table.

"You're not leaving?" Emran asked back. He already knew the schedule of the grave pilgrimage that was held regularly by the Debby family, and will be followed by a joint prayer at Debby's parents' house.

Angkasa glanced towards the clock that was coiling on his wrist, "There's still time," he murmured lazily.

"Looks not excited, is it because there's already a dimple?" goda Emran's.

"You already know since three years ago, I don't like it if it's held excessively! Why can you still talk like that? Don't take Salma with you, there's or there's none I still disagree with this kind of over-activity." Space stared fiercely at Emran.

Emran who did not know about the situation of his friend's heart was a little surprised, then changed the sitting position that had been relaxed to upright, "I'm just kidding."

"I go first," said Angkasa while taking his suit that was attached to the back of his chair. He lost the energy to make a sound. Since her last encounter with Salma was disappointing, plus having to attend an event her in-laws had made, Angkasa was really not excited about living out her days.

Arriving in front of the elite graveyard grounds where Debby is buried, Angkasa parks his car. Not yet he got out of the car, some journalists out of nowhere seemed to approach and direct his camera towards the car door.

"Good afternoon" said Angkasa as soon as he got out of the car.

"Sore as well, Mr. Angkasa added handsomely," said one of the reporters there.

The lips of Space tried to continue to unravel the smile even though his eyes were glare exposed to the light biltz from the camera of journalists.

He saw in Debby's tomb was crowded with many people. After saying goodbye to reporters near his car, Angkasa walked to Debby's grave.

Space smiles at everyone standing around Debby's grave. Most of them were family members of his late wife. None of them returned his smile. Space for the Debby family is not desirable to its people, but expect a monthly deposit for them.

But wait, Angkasa squinted his eyes and extended his neck once there was the only woman who returned his smile.

'Wife from Armand!, what is she in the Debby family line for?'

A second later, he remembered that Armand's wife was Debby's cousin. Space replied with a faint smile at the woman. Space slightly tilted his head and discovered Armand was behind his wife was looking at him cynically.

A series of prayers and greetings and thanks were read out. As usual thank you is not Angkasa who delivered, but from the Debby family. Angkasa was not given the opportunity to express his feelings since his wife was buried, but the Debby family requires Angkasa to come at each event, so that this annual routine activity there is an attraction to be covered by journalists.

After reading the prayer at Debby's tomb, Angkasa sowed flowers on the navel and left without saying goodbye. He did just that, because since Debby's death his family has hardly spoken to him. Even to get to know the event and charge a monthly fee that is sometimes forgotten, Debby's mother always contacts her secretary.

The space increasingly accelerated his footsteps, once he felt that someone was following from behind.

"Pak Asa," call Tania. The space does not want to look. Armand followed his wife from behind.

"Can I help you?"

"Sir Asa, fast is the way. This is Aunt Ida's house, right?" The sky nodded lazily in response.

"Okay then, meet there. Don't let it come, you know" Tania said as she waved her hand and walked towards the parking lot of the motorbike approaching Armand.

In the car, Angkasa was upset. To attend a prayer at Debby's parents' house alone was her toughest endeavor plus now she has to face two people, infuriating.

The space turns the wheel and directs it to the residence of the person who was once her father-in-law. As he had expected, the house had already been conjured up in a very luxurious manner. From the end of the road, he could see the rows of tents that covered the road. Media crews stood and squatted along the driveway to Debby's parents' house. I don't know who they are waiting for, because there are always artists invited by Debby's parents or who just pass by hoping in interviews and in the news.

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