Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 64: Rima and Guest Mustofa

It feels like the burden of a stuck mind. Although only playing around for a moment, but it can repel the turmoil that I just thought. Probably because I met someone of the same fate. So I don't feel alone in this ordeal. Tired of souls paid off by the cheerfulness that we would bring home.

"Where are you satisfied?"

"Small, ah."

"Yes, we're back."

"OKAY. But we'll eat first."

"By pleasure."

The rest of the day was very pleasant, although at first it was very, very painful. But that's the truth, not always sweet, sometimes bitter. Without us being able to escape.

So too with me. It was time that I had to be willing, to the person I tried to invite was present in my heart, but it was not pleasing. What right do I have for that.

Although this is difficult, I try to learn to accept. Give me the ease of Yes Robbi ....

"Now we go home" said Mustofa resuscitated my race.

"Emmm ... "

"There's still something you think about."

"I can't afford it yet."

"Sorry, if you want, you can stay at my apartment."

"There's a shrimp behind the rock, for sure."

"Don't worry. There's my sister who's keeping you."

"Not bad idea."

"You go straight, or you go home first."

"No .. no .. no. I really haven't been able to see Naura."

Mustofa immediately turned his car into an apartment. After parking the car, we got down there together.

"Ok, I'll take you."

"Is this your apartment?" I said after arriving at the door.

"really. I'm sorry if it doesn't fit with what you think. "

"It's good."

After we entered, the room looked very neatly arranged, marked he was very perfect.

"There are two bedrooms. And there's a kitchen. If you want to cook, you can. There's a lot of groceries in the fridge."

"You?"

"I'm at abba's house."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I picked up Faricha, let you have a friend."

"Who is that?"

"My sister."

"Oh. I'll wait."

"I'll let you go to Naura's sister first."

"Kok use Naura's permission."

"She helped sister Naura take care of the baby."

"Yes .. yes .. I wait. Please bring my clothes here."

"Yes, Princess. I go first" Mustofa replied with a laugh. Then left Rima alone in her living room.

It turned out that solitude made me re-imagine a desire I could not fulfill. I hurriedly picked up the remote to turn on the television that was there. After putting the clothes in the laundry place yan is in the back room. And take a small meal in the cupboard, make a warm tea, so that it can be used to accompany me while watching television. There may be interesting events.

But it turns out my mind is more in control of my mind, to the point of unconsciously bringing me into the dream world, without turning off the television first.

I only realized when the door suddenly opened. And a woman I didn't know rushed in. Looks like she's freaked out.

"Sorry please don't yell, let alone tell me to come out."

I saw a glance, not a person to be suspected. I also stepped in to lock the door, which I forgot to lock.

Soon I heard a quick step around the apartment I was living in.

"Why is it so fast to disappear."

"Don't you see it wrong?"

"No. I'm sure he's turned here."

"Already, don't make a fuss here. We will be suspected. Tuch, there's a cctv."

"Yes, sorry."

"Let's go."

Before long, they heard their steps away, and then went back to silence.

I turned to the woman who seemed to be leaning in fear against the wall. Shortly after, she cried.

"They've gone."

"Thank you, let's get in here."

Rima smiled, but also his pity.

"Sit down!"bring Rima. But the woman didn't budge. He still looked tense and frightened.

"We sit down, yuk. Let it be nice to talk."refer Rima once again. While grabbing the woman's hand, who looked sobbing. Lead him to the sofa.

"Ah, yes. I don't know where else to run."

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. "

"Nothing."

Coincidentally in front of him was already available tea. He poured it out for his uninvited guests.

"It seems you're not from here?"

"Yes, I'm from Indonesia."

"TKI?"

"Yes,"

"What do you have to do with them?"

"I ran away from my master."

"You mean?"

"I just want to call my family. But they don't allow. I finally ran away."

"Is it so cruel to my master that you cannot contact your family?"

"I don't know. All I know is, for 6 months I've lost touch with my family."

How could? Rima muttered to himself.

"Right, but drink the tea first."

"Thank you."

"Complicated is your problem. But frankly I don't know what to help you with."

"Can you take me to the KBRI."

"If it is, God willing I can."

"It looks like you're an educated man, why be a TKI."

"My sisters need a lot of money for their education. Both my parents are sick."

"What's your next move?"

"I don't know, at least I can call my family. After that, I've completed my contract."

I don't know, the more he told me at length. I'm more and more convinced that he's lying. But what's the purpose. I don't know.

Luckily Mustofa and his sister soon arrived.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."A voice came from behind the door.

"Nach, that's who's got the house coming."

I also stood up to greet him. Want to open the door.

But it turned out that the door was already open, and Mustofa sauntered inside quietly.

"I have a duplicate" he said, answering my confusion. Then walk to the sofa.

"Are there guests?" mustofa said while looking intensely at the woman.

"You who?"

The woman appeared to be flirting with Mustofa's questions.

"I think I know you" Mustofa said.

Soon the woman stood up nervously, then quickly said goodbye to us.

"Sorry for interrupting, thanks for the tea" he replied hurriedly to the door.

"Stop!" yell Mustofa.

The woman stopped immediately, and I was still standing by the door. Inadvertently, I blocked his path.

"Ifroh, are you really Ifroh?"

"Do you know him?" said the girl who came with Mustofa. Could it be Faricha, her sister she told me about.

Mustofa immediately approached the girl, and forcefully turned her body.

Suddenly he hugged the woman.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, Ifroh, ever since you came back to Indonesia I've always been waiting for you."

"I'm sorry you wrong sir."

the girl tried to break away from Mustofa's embrace.

"No, I'm not wrong."

"Well, what do you want?"ketus answer.

"I'm glad to see you again. Where are you now?"

"I'm still working here."

"Why not return to abba, Ifroh."

"It's okay, I just want a new experience. With a new employer."

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