Pink pants
Stop off

This was where Alya was now, in his office rooftop, alone looking at the starless sky, as empty as his current mind was, he had nowhere else to go other than this place, at least for tonight or these few days as long as he has not found a place to live, he will stay for a while in this building, after all, his office is not yet operational.

Alya did not expect that his household would be at the same point now, where he had to lift foot from the dream house which was partly from the results of his hard work so far, where he had to lift his feet, whether it is up to people to call him stupid or whatever, for leaving the house just like that, let him lose the house, after all, sustenance can still be sought, the most important thing today is calmness of heart, because it can't be bought with anything.

Now he must be really strong to fight alone to make the hard of life, thinking about all that, did not feel Alya tears melted and felt warm flowing on his cheeks.

Being strong and strong doesn't mean you can't cry, right?

Alya was shocked, as he opened his eyes and Marcel became the first object he saw. The man remained sitting quietly with a cup of coffee in his hand, while paying attention to Alya's movements that looked wrong.

Several times even Alya blinked her eyes hoping that what she saw right now was her hallucination, but the handsome looking man in a white slimfit shirt with gray stripes and dark brown cloth pants seemed real and not the hallucination.

'Should I praise the good looks of men's husbands? Ah what test is this Lord, not only have I become a widow, already faced with a handsome creature that can only be admired but cannot have this.' Alya grumbled in his heart.

"Awake? Can you explain why you ended up sleeping here?" Ask Marcel flat.

"Emh,, anu-why are you here?" Instead of answering, Alya asked Marcel a question.

"The builders who do the interior call me, he said the office is still in the lock, even though your car is parked in front, many times I call your phone is not active, he said, so I came here to unlock the keys, and it turns out you're here, what happened, didn't you come home last night?" Marcel's urai.

Alya pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket, sure enough, her phone died from running out of power.

"Sorry sir, I didn't have time to ask your permission to stay here, but I don't know where to go other than here."

"You're being evicted?" Ask Marcel.

"I decided to leave that house." Alya replied without explaining what caused her to decide to leave her home.

"Oh,, stop by," great-granddaughter Marcel was relaxed.

"Ishh, is there no better word lai to hear than to stop by, sir?" Alya Protests.

"Whatever you call it, it means the same thing, right? I've ordered breakfast, we'd better have breakfast first, because even grieving needs energy." As for Marcel, it seems Marcel said that because he saw both eyes Alya look swollen, of course it can be guessed, if he must have cried all night.

"You can stay here, but don't sleep outside like this, I've invested a lot of money into this project, lest this project fail because you die from a cold,"

"Geez sir, do you pray that there is nothing more? Pake I swear I died everything, where it died because of the cold, again." Alya was half upset.

Today Marcel replaces Alya's duty to supervise the workers there, Marcel chooses to do all his office work from that place, he was not until the heart let Alya whose eyes were still swollen must still work.

"Sir, what is this?" Alya asked as some workers lifted a medium-sized mattress and a closet to the room on the third floor of the building.

"You can stay here, but don't torture yourself, if you don't want to take this for free, let's just say it's a loan, you can pay it when you have money." Marcel said flat as usual, making Alya can not refuse or argue with him, anyway it is in need of this sat, and as Marcel said, Marcel, he would take it all as a loan.

"How much of it all, I still have money, really." Alya said that he still holds money, even severance from the Marcel company he has not used at all, for the purposes of his office he still uses his savings money, he still uses his savings, after all, most of the office needs have been fulfilled by Marcel, while Alya only just add small parts.

"But I don't want to owe you."

"I don't blind you, just leave the money for you to hold." Resolute Marcel who again made Alya can not argue what was said by the former boss of his great.

**

A week passed, the third floor of the building was now his residence after all that time Ivan never sought or even contacted him, suddenly Ivan sent a message, and asked to meet, Ivan, if Alya had not guessed wrongly, this meeting would have discussed the divorce papers that he filed three days ago, and it looks like Ivan has got the divorce papers.

Alya walks through the door of a coffee shop with mixed feelings, the place Alya deliberately chose, besides not so far from where she now lives, there was also quite comfortable to chat and fairly crowded visitors, so there was little possibility for Ivan to act on it.

Ivan stood up from his seat when he saw Alya approaching his desk, his attitude now back to the way Ivan used to be, Ivan before the tragedy of the pink pants was present and changed the way Alya looked at her husband. Ivan's warm smile welcomed Alya's arrival, if only Ivan's depravity had not been revealed, Alya's heart would have naturally melted greatly with Ivan's sweet attitude towards him.

"How are you, where do you live, Al?" Ivan opened the conversation.

"Well, I live somewhere where I can relax and live my day." Alya replied without mentioning where the address he was staying at the moment, he did not want Ivan to disturb his calm and focus.

"Thank God, I'm glad to see you're okay like this, can we talk from heart to heart?" Ivan said softly.

"Do you still have a heart?" Sinis Alya, why does it seem that in this case Alya feels that she is the one who is guilty and has no heart for leaving her husband without reason.

"Al, are you serious about this?" Ivan pulled out a brown envelope bearing the logo of the religious court in front of him.

Just as Alya had guessed, her husband asked her to meet because of the divorce suit.

"Of course, if not, how could I possibly dare to play around by submitting the lawsuit to the state agency?" Alya replied coldly, sipping her favorite americano coffee.

"Al, why don't we keep this marriage? It's not too late for us to fix it." Ivanm said.

"Van, do you want me to keep pretending and keep lying to my heart as if there's something I have to defend in this marriage, when it's all fake? I don't even know what reason made you insist on maintaining our marriage, when it's obvious that you ruined it to such an extent that I had to defend it?" With stifled emotions Alya's eyes crossed right into Ivan's bead of compassion and hope.

"I love you Al, still love you so much, don't you feel the same way?" The expression of love that should be a romantic word actually sounds ironic and does not know themselves in Alya's ears.

How could Ivan not know his shame to say about his feelings of love while consciously entering other women in his life and in their household life. Is he kidding?

"I decided to marry you because I love you, and I thought you loved me too, or maybe you never felt that I loved you all this time? Why are you still questioning my feelings for you?" It feels like Alya wants to pour coffee in her cup into the face of her husband who is acting plain and without sin.

"If it's really love each other, I don't think there needs to be a breakup." Keukeuh Ivan's.

"Love is not always about possession, sometimes love is also about sincerity to let go, and I try to make you feel free because I know you might be happier with your cheating woman, than with me, because if you're happy with loving me, you won't move and change direction with another heart."

Alya's words so struck Ivan's heart, true Alya's words if he had destroyed the ark of their household, but he really did not want to lose Alya, Alya, no matter if he is said to be selfish, greedy, or not knowing himself once, he just wants Alya to remain his at all times.