Kiss Me
Hi, Honey

The sun showed its light this morning. This is the end of the month, the day Anwa had been waiting for. Which means today he received his first salary for one month working as an employee with contract status.

The Junior Secretary position which is now in his position is still a six-month contract status, if during this probation it turns out that he did well and according to SOP then his status will change as a permanent staff or permanent employee. ~More or less so if one author monmaap author had long nganggur~

Lunch hour as usual Anwa receives a delivery of food from someone Anwa does not know who. But that afternoon the food he received he kept for dinner only. Anwa got up from her desk, after she felt she had done all her work, she walked towards the elevator.

The elevator door opened, at the sight of Ms. Ema and Mr. Fajar her supervisor out of the elevator still discussing the results of the meeting this morning.

"Anwa," said Fajar to the employee.

"Yes, sir."

"Lunch?" ask the boss.

"Yes sir."

"After your lunch into my room huh, there are some things that we should discuss with Mother Ema."

"Okay sir, excuse me," nodding his head, saying retreat.

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This is the first time Anwa had lunch outside the office precisely not in a cafe or restaurant, but a roadside dining place where there are many in the office area. Sometimes in Anwa's mind often arises the question, work in a tall building but they prefer to eat in a place like this, not their salary is large, big, their style in terms of appearance also looks classy, ah I don't know that there are so many things like this we meet in big cities. As far as the eyes could see they were enjoying life like this, so was Anwa.

Entering the tent stall with a menu of roasted honey chicken and a glass of orange ice, good enough for the first salary he enjoys. It was enough to fill his stomach. Anwa who does not know too many employees in this company, let alone her on the top floor, the floor where the directors are just throwing a smile when they meet.

The time shows at half-four in the afternoon when Anwa came out of Pak Fajar's room. A small meeting between him and Ms. Ema and Mr. Fajar discussed the minutes of the meeting with Mr. Minister a few days ago.

"Anwa."

"Yes Mom."

"Monday you do not forget to prepare the documents that Mr. Fajar will bring ya."

"Yes ma'am, I'll have everything ready by Monday."

"Ok, now get ready to go home, you were allowed too," said Ema's mother again, "you go to the usual weekend where Wa?" tanyakanya.

"At the hostel, ma'am, beberes," she replied smiling.

Move away from the place where Mother Ema is still faithfully sitting at her desk. Anwa got into the elevator, then out of the office at a time when the sun was not so down. Waiting for an on-line motorcycle taxi that took him to a place he had not visited for almost a month.

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(i write this while horrifying "Maudy Ayunda~You & Memories" hopefully his feelings dapet ya)

"Hi, dear," he said, stroking the softly carved headstone of a name that had made his heart desolate.

"How's it going? I'm sorry I just came by now, are you okay there? have you met an angel from heaven? surely you are very fond of Ka there-" drop by drop of tears that glide without sin.

"I brought you this," he said, putting a stalk of roses on the headstone, "you used to love this to me often, you know? not just our anniversary, not even a moment you love me."

"You don't like me Ka, I'm alone here, you make me lonely here," Anwa let out a long sigh, "even coming to my dream you never Ka, "even come to my dream, you don't miss me?" the crying came back again.

"Do you know how it feels to lose it? it hurts, every day I have to try to brush off the smile you present every morning, every time I open my eyes... Ka, if time can repeat itself, I prefer not to meet you, let me not fret this, love but loss... Honey, I miss," the sobbing became more and more, Anwa slumped her face in both hands.

Seven months passed, the sense of loss was increasingly felt, all the memories engraved were not even willing to go even for a moment. The cry became, Anwa let herself dissolve the longing, the longing that only she felt for herself.

Long bowed, Anwa began to recite prayers to Dika, knocking on the Creator's heart to give his greetings to the beloved whom he hoped but would never return.

Sprinkling flowers of seven forms that he had brought, and washing the headstone gently, then pouring the mound of land with the water he brought.

"Inget I always Ka.." she said and kissed the headstone, "I'm home... I'm home, honey,"

Anwa moved from her seat, and,

"It's over?"

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That afternoon, Arkana was called by Mama Cha Cha to pick her up at her father's office at four in the afternoon, after Papa Fajar's office, they will have dinner together with the extended family at the restaurant owned by Jingga.

After doing business at her restaurant, Arkana drove her car to the office of the Father, just about to enter the office courtyard, Arkana saw Anwa walking hastily, and she was in a hurry, then boarded the on-line ojek that was waiting for him in the courtyard.

Not to worry, Arkana began to follow where the on-line motorcycle taxi took the curly girl away. Entering a public cemetery in the Casablanca area, he stopped to buy flowers and a bottle of water, then stopped at a cemetery near the footpath.

Out of the car, Arkana notices what Anwa is doing. Sitting on a garden chair near the tomb that Anwa visited. Arkana saw the sadness of the girl who seemed to never end, wanted to feel like giving the shoulder or chest of her field so that the girl could cry as much, not just close with both hands, so that the sobs are not heard. All grievances, longing and loneliness were ejected from Anwa's lips, expressions of a sagging heart in the chest, that afternoon all revealed.

Just seeing it has made Arkana heart plucky, especially Anwa who feels what it feels like to love and then lose.

If it's a written destiny, what we can do, God who has power that's what Arkana thinks.

Seeing Anwa move from her seat, Arkana approached ....

"It's over?"

***Morning has melow bebs.. sorry yaaah 😘.

stay in the trail do not forget.. let can hug online 😟***