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I moved my back and positioned it in a more comfortable position, 'this is better', my hands re-cluttered the bolsters that were in my arms tighter, tighter, I was about to sail back to the dream island when a consciousness hit my mind hard

with a quick movement I straightened my back in a sitting position to cause my head to throb pain, Astagfirullah, immediately sitting while lying down is not the right thing to do, he said, no wonder if I am experiencing dizziness at this time, it seems that my blood flow to the brain is slightly disturbed

I tried to ignore the dizziness that was whack when remembering a very important fact.first, I am currently asleep....? and secondly, I fell asleep on the bed.....?

how can.....?

the last memory I can remember was sitting in a car driven by Louis after our wedding which was spiced up with a little tear-draining Leo romance drama, and I'm sure that the journey from the mosque to the house is not a short one

now the question is, how can I sleep well. on the bed anyway.?.?, and actually how long do I sleep....? this question rotated in my mind for a moment

until then I decided to circulate my gaze looking for a round object containing 12 numbers. When I found it I looked carefully, I saw it, right now the short hand is pointing at exactly 11 while the long one is pointing right at number two, which means I've been asleep for almost two hours

"Alhamdulillah has not been dhuhur" a feeling of relief came to my mind even though not completely

"Alhamdullillahilladzi ahyaanaa ba'da maa amaatanaa wa ilaihin nusyuur"

I recited the do'a that I always said shortly after waking up from sleep, before finally revealing the thin blanket that covered almost my entire body and walking out of the room towards the living room, right now only one person in my mind is able to answer my confusion.

I hurried out of the room and forgot the one important thing to do after waking up, washing my face. I no longer thought about the fate of my face, I just hope that my face will be okay, given the fact that the thin makeup that adorns my face this morning has not been removed

I walked quickly to the chair that was now in the seat of the mother who was sitting on the long chair that was on the edge, with a jar of food placed on her lap. my sudden arrival certainly made mom a little surprised, and I felt guilty for it

"was...?" mother asked with a gaze that was still focused on the television screen

"em" I nodded slowly in response

"mother, which Rama...?" I asked after making sure no one was here except me and mom

"Rama went to the store after the mosque, Tumben asked Rama, not all asked her husband where?"

actually I didn't really think much about where Louis was going, but, after mom mentioned it, there was a bit of curiosity that pinched my heart. a little, just a little, not a lot

"oowww" I did not respond further, and sat down to secure my position, which now sat hugging my mother.

my eyes stared at the spicy chips on my mother's lap that looked very tempting, very appetizing.in addition to my stomach since this morning has not filled anything, or even since last night my stomach was empty. unfortunately I had not brushed my teeth after Bagun had slept earlier, so I was only able to drool in silence

but before long I asked "where is Louis? at least go home" anyway I'm still a little curious about the existence of my new husband mas

I was still focusing on a jar of spicy chips that now only half stayed when mom put the jar on the table, and automatically my view also went towards the table.

mother patted my hand slowly as a form of reprimand

"this child, do not bother with the husband, not good, Louis was the same mother's permission to go to the office, just now he ordered to be conveyed to Zu if he came home a bit late he said"

I nodded my head gently to appreciate my mother, though in my heart I was a little grateful Louis left for the office.

it's not because of anything, it's just that I need a little time to calm my heart, and rest my body that rhyme last night received a lot of surprises

"oh yes ma'am, who brought Zu to whose room....?" back to the initial topic, the thing that made me a little curious to wake up in a hurry

"who else....? Rama....? it is not possible dong, Rama is old, his waist is not strong to lift Zu, already ah mom wants to cook, soon want this dhuhur, Rama will soon be home for lunch, Zu also helped mom cook, later all the way to Louis' office"

after saying that mother left me who was still pensive to think about the words of the mother who was actually very easy to understand, but it seems my brain is not willing to be invited to think quickly, he said, maybe the oxygen hasn't been supplied properly

so what do you mean by mom, who took me to that room, Louis.....?

it is impossible for me to sleep while walking, right.....?

thinking about it makes me feel a little sorry for his waist that has to bear such a heavy burden, yes even though I am thin, but walking from car to room while carrying me was not something easy to do, not to mention when people fell asleep, the weight would increase slightly than when he was not sleeping

do not want to take a headache I went back into the room to wash my face and also help mother in the kitchen, although in fact the request of the last mother a little make me doubt, the problem is, the problem is, I don't know where Louis' office is and more importantly I don't have his phone number, so how am I going to deliver him lunch, and where should I go I don't know.....?

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finished praying I set out to bring my favorite butut motorbike with capitalize on the address I have recorded in the note hp. lucky he included the address of his office on the CV that Rama sent last night

I stopped in front of a tall building soaring the sky. whether this building consists of how many floors....?

and for what reason do I busy myself to count the number of floors.which is important now, I have to deliver this food and eat with him. My stomach has been rumbling since.

I quickly rode my motorcycle towards the parking lot which was quite draining if I had to walk from that place to the main door, so where should I pass.....?

I looked to the right and left following the movements of the people who also parked their vehicles here.

I tried to find the nearest security to ask.

that means, I have to go to the parking door to be able to ask and it's far enough to travel.Oh Allah my energy is already at the base point. even I could feel my legs shaking from lack of energy, I was starving!.

Astaghfirullah how can an architect make a parking lot that is so wide without including a special road that can walk alone.....?

at least if there's that thing I don't need to spend the rest of my energy screaming for help

after a struggle that was quite draining of energy, I finally arrived at the 40th floor of the 50 floors that exist.

although I was very helped by the escalator. actually which crazy person thought to build a building this tall and spacious.....?

it seems like this will be the first and last time I will come to this place, O God my feet are no longer able to stand, I am starving! and now I'm thirsty.

I quickly came across a beautiful woman sitting behind the reception desk on this floor

"sir, excuse me, I'd like to see Mr. Louis Aslan, does he exist...?" no matter what Louis' office is in, I don't want to bother about it, the most important thing now is, I want to eat my food right away

"Mrs. Aslan...?" he asked to make sure.

I don't know what he was thinking, which must have been as if he was researching my appearance from top to toe. I was lucky I was wearing shoes earlier, he said, at least my shoes are not expensive shoes and only local shoes are very affordable for college students, I still feel that it is more polite than I come with flip-flops that I always wear when shopping at the minimarket near the house....?

after a fairly long pause he finally said "let me deliver"

he walked ahead of me into a hallway filled with cramped office cabins

I followed behind him trying hard to graze my trembling legs, I even had to hold my feet a few times.Fearing my legs that felt like they would roll every time if I didn't step properly

we stopped at the very end of the room, there was a young man who was receiving a phone call, the brother who had helped me who I just knew was named Linda, thanks to the nametag that always perched pretty on the top left of the shirt, it made it easier for me to remember his name, he approached the man and told me about my needs

"for now Mr. Aslan was in the meeting room, and it was probably still an hour away, the meeting had just started a few minutes ago, if there is an urgent need to be conveyed to me, later I will convey to Mr. Aslans"

she explained very politely and with a smile as bright as the morning eyes, but unfortunately for some reason I felt this was a subtle expulsion wrapped in pseudo-friendliness

'if I go home now what will mom say.....? did I just say, if I've come and she's busy...? is that the fact....?' I whispered inwardly sorting and choosing which rare I should take.

until in the end I decided to just wait, after all, just one hour, if lucky I can while eating my share, even if possible

after I asked permission to wait, and Thank God his brother was good enough to allow me to wait even to give me a glass of mineral water, and I was very grateful for that.

I sit comfortably on the sofa that is provided in the waiting room, a room that is quite comfortable at least for people who will be bored in some time

cold air conditioning brings a drowsiness that begins to slip spoiled in the eye, it seems like sleep is not a bad choice, and an hour is still very long to go through without doing anything, I better take a little nap

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