Love In Tragedy
Chapter 6. Attention Yoga

Biqha entered the elevator, went down to the ground floor.When stepping out Biqha felt like urinating so she turned around to look for the toilet. Biqha sees a woman wearing an office girl uniform, and asks her the directions to the toilet. Toilet is at the back of the building.

On the way to the toilet, Biqha saw that there was a cafe in this building. Maybe some kind of canteen for the employees. But unlike ordinary canteens, the decoration and arrangement is like a cafe or restaurant. Looks very comfortable.

The cafe has two entrances. One entrance from the inside of the building, another from the outside. It can be seen because the cafe is only insulated by glass walls.

Finished the problem in the toilet, Biqha came out and immediately wanted to go home. But when he returned across the cafe that had been crowded by the employees, he felt very thirsty. Because since this morning departed from home until he reached this office, he had not even drank a little.

Finally, he decided to go into the cafe. Just wanted to quench his thirst. Actually Biqha also felt hungry, because now it was also time for lunch. But he could not eat in this place. I'm worried about the price of food here. Biqha still has to skimp until she gets a job.

' Just drink first. Eat later find a cheap place to eat, or just go home to eat more sparingly.' his mind.

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Yoga was in a hurry to enter his car, but a second later he paused. Yoga turned around and ran quickly forward, making sure Biqha was still there or not. Arriving at the front with a breath of breath, he searched for Biqha's whereabouts.

He saw the hijab girl still there standing behind the fence of his company building. Shortly after, the girl moved her hand stopping the transport that was about to pass. Spontaneous Yoga shouted to him.

" BIQHAA.... "

Yoga ran as fast as trying to reach the girl. Unfortunately, he was late. The public transport that Biqha is carrying is over. Even before he passed through the security post.

Yoga stopped his steps. With the breath still hunting, and the sweat that began to pour. Yoga sustains the body with both hands resting on the knees. While still panting, Yoga approached a security.

" You okay sir ? Can I help you ? " Task the security.

It was not only security who was confused to see their leader running like that. There were also some employees who saw him feeling astonished. I wonder what happened to their leader.

With breath still panting, Yoga waved at the security. Hinted that there was nothing.

' Shit... I'm late. All because of Alin. My plan failed because of him. Sssiiiaall..' He was upset in his heart while holding his head because he felt frustrated.

Yoga went back into the office in a sluggish manner. He no longer tasted to eat. Now the goal is just to get back in his room. Then try to refocus.

The step of the lesion stopped, when there was a touch of a slender hand in his arm. Yoga caught sight of the figure he was chasing was actually in front of him now.

" biqha's ? You're...... " His words stopped realizing something.

He looked back at Biqha from top to bottom. He seems to have been wrong. He was just looking from behind. There was a red-hijab girl figure, with a height and a petite body shape like Biqha. While Biqha who is now in front of him wearing a black hijab.

' Jesus.... I got the wrong guy. Fortunately, it was not overtaken. If you can't be ashamed. ' He murmured in his heart while rubbing his face.

Biqha who was confused to see the behavior of Yoga also frowned.

" ah.... Biqhas. You came here too. "

Yoga smiled happily and began to re-evaluate the situation. Biqha smiled in response.

" The khammuh khennaphah ? Khok khayakh horhang bhinghung ghithuh? " (What's wrong with you? How are people confused?)

" ah..... No papa. Have you finished your CV? How come it's really noon? He pretended not to know.

Yoga wonders why Biqha is still here now while the interview ends.

" Hakhu thadih lhangshung hinthevihuh jhaddih hamphek shihang. " (I was directly interviewed so until noon.)

" O... So you've had lunch yet ? " Yoga does not want to waste an opportunity.

Biqha is confused if she answers honestly, fearing that she might be impressed by Yoga. Because of his feeling Yoga will definitely invite him to lunch like yesterday. But if he says it already, Yoga will feel rejected. Finally Biqha shook her head.

" Thadih shemmphet bhelih mhinhum dhishanah. Thappih bhelhum - mhakhan. Mhau mhakhan dhi rhummah hadjhah" (So I decided to drink there. But haven't eaten. Eat at home.)

Obviously Biqha while pointing towards the cafe.

" Bi.. come with me ! If you eat at home ntar kesamangan. Your stomach will hurt. Your stomach could recur because of late eating." Persuaded it.

' It's really. She must be making me lunch again.' Biqha muttered in her heart.

Biqha smile. He could not deny his heart. Biqha is happy to be reunited with Yoga. And feel the attention back from him like he used to. The man has not changed to remain as sincere as when he was a teenager.

Seeing the smile engraved on Biqha's face, was enough of an answer for Yoga. Don't ask how Yoga feels right now. It must be very happy. From what he had thought his plan had failed. It was as if God had paved the way for him.

Yoga took Biqha to a restaurant not far from her office. Along the way they did not talk much, only about the interview earlier. Yoga was a little upset when he heard from Biqha, that he still had to wait for the next news.

Though it was clear, he said that Biqha was a recommendation from him. But why they still haven't accepted Biqha working here.

Inside the restaurant, they chatted again while waiting for their order to come.

" bi..... Why did you disappear in your third year of college ? You never reply to my email again. When I got home from vacation, I came to your house. You've moved too."

Finally Yoga expressed his curiosity all this time, about the existence of Biqha.

They look at each other. Enjoying each other's beautiful gaze with great feeling. Feeling the gaze of Yoga getting sharper and attached to him, Biqha looks helpless against the beautiful gaze of Yoga eyes.

" Akhs..... Hithuh shohal himmhel, hakhuh ghakh bhisha bhalhas kharhennah themmhen hakhuh yhang phunyhah lhepthop ghakh khulhiah lhaghi. Ghakh thahu. " (A...... It's about email, I can't reply because my friend who has a laptop doesn't go to college anymore. Don't know where.) Evidently.

" Khammuh khan thahu khalhau hakhu ghakh phunnyah lhepthop. Shelhammah hinnih hakhu khirhim himmhel dhan bhalhas himmhel khammuh lhewhat themmhen hakhu." (You know I don't have a laptop. All this time I send emails and reply to your emails through my friends.) Reciprocity.

Before going to London, Yoga had given his email address and also his phone number there to Biqha. So that they can continue to communicate. But because Biqha does not have a mobile phone or laptop, Yoga cannot contact her.

At the beginning of college Biqha just sent him an email through his friend's laptop. They communicated via email after that. But at the beginning of the third year of college, Biqha friends were never again seen on campus.

Yoga continued to stare gently at Biqha. Great love is still clearly implied in his eyes.

" Hithu... Khammih therphakshah mhenjhual rhummah khammih hunthuk bhiayyah bherhobbhat habukh." (That's... we were forced to sell our house for the cost of mother's treatment.) Obviously Biqha again while looking down sadly in memory of the mother.

Hearing Biqha's explanation, Yoga understood how severe Biqha's condition was. And he felt guilty for not knowing anything about it. He also could not be by Biqha's side at that time.

" Oh... So. How is your mother doing now? You healthy?" Ask Yoga again.

Biqha could only smile softly.

" Hibbhukh hudhah mhenningghal Gha'. " (Dead mother Ga' )

Yoga was surprised to hear it. He then leaned his body closer to the table. Grabbing and holding Biqha's hand on the table.

" Sorry Bi.... I don't know. L'm...... " Yoga did not continue his sentence seeing Biqha shake her head and smile so sweetly.

Well..... Biqha smile. Because he has already foretold the mother's departure. Her mother had fought so hard and sacrificed so much for her and her sister. To ignore the pain he had been suffering all this time. Now her mother was calm on God's side. So Biqha should not be sad anymore when remembering the mother.

" How long has Bi......?"

" Shuddhah hemphat thahun yhang lhalhuh" (Already four years ago.)

The food they ordered finally came. They immediately ate the food in front of them.

After lunch, they rushed home. Yoga forced her to take Biqha home. Even though Biqha had refused, on the grounds that she had to stop by the stall where she left her cookies. Yoga still forced her to drive her.

Biqha had to go back around picking up her box of cookies, in her subscription stalls. Yoga did not take issue with that, the important thing is that he can deliver Biqha. That way he can know where Biqha lives now.

" Bherhenthi dhishinnih hadjha Gha'.....! " (Stop here Ga.).

" Why Bi ? " Tanya Yoga sidestepped her car.

Biqha opened her seatbelt and got ready to get out of the Yoga car.

" Shamphai dhishinnih hadjha Gha'. Khonthakhankhuh dhi dhalham shannah. " (At this time Ga'. My contract is in there.) Said Biqha while pointing towards the alley in front.

Biqha opened the car door then immediately got off. Yoga followed him. Yoga approached Biqha in front of her car.

" Your contract is in that alley ? "

Biqha nodded steadily.

" Mhobbhil ghakh bhishah. Jadhi shampoo dhishinnih hadjha. Ghakh phaphah." (The car can't get in. So get here. No papa.) Say again.

" Yeah yuk...! " Take Yoga.

Then Yoga picked up the box Biqha had brought. Biqha stared at Yoga.

" Mhobbhil khammuh ghimhannah? " (What is your car? )

" No papa. A clash of doang." Yoga smiled looking at the transfixed Biqha.

" Come... ! "

Yoga drew Biqha's hand with her right hand. His left hand carried the empty boxes they had taken from the shop.

They walked down the alley hand in hand. Biqha tried to take her hand out of Yoga's grasp. But Yoga is getting closer.

Not too far away they walked, they had already arrived in front of Biqha's rented house.

" This is your contract? "

Biqha. Yoga pays attention to Biqha's narrow contract. Even the contract is combined with other contracts.

Seeing the concerned look from the eyes of Yoga who was paying attention to his rented house, made Biqha feel a little embarrassed by her life. Yoga looks amazing now. There was a sense of inferiority that suddenly appeared in his heart.

Biqha apologizes to Yoga for not allowing her to stop by her contract. Because his sister is not home right now.

" Yes, that's it......I went back to the office. " Switch Yoga.

Biqha answered him with a smile while nodding softly.

Yoga is also moving away. Then waved with her sweet smile for Biqha. And vice versa, Biqha returned the wave of Yoga hands while smiling no less sweet.

Biqha was still glued to the back of Yoga who was getting away. When suddenly there was a head that looked next to Biqha's head. Making Biqha surprised instead of playing.

Biqha jumped away while reversing her body reflexively. It turned out that Rendra was behind him. Biqha immediately beat up the arm of the younger brother for surprising him. Rendra complained of pain.

" Pardon mbak..... Forgiver. It hurts....... "

Once again Rendra looked up in the same direction as her brother looked at earlier.

" Cie..... Who tuh? " God to the brother.

" Khammuh khok thumbhen dhah phulhang jham sheghinnih?" (Why are you coming home at this hour?) Tanya Biqha ignored her sister's temptation.

" The last class did not go in. So yes it is.... Rendra went home and rested. Before leaving for work again. " Rendra Obviously.