The Loss of Love of My Husband
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Chapter 1 (Dirgantara Barata)

"Oh my God, what time is it? I have to hurry sahur," said Salwa who immediately went down from the cots in his room.

At that time the clock showed at 03.30 WIB, Salwa had just woken up from her sleep. Almost, he's bad luck waking up sahur. In fact, many times the alarm on his phone sounded wake him up. Salwa had just fallen asleep at 01.30 WIB, after she completed her accounting task.

"Eat the catfish pecel at the end of the road."

Salwa immediately put on a bergo hijab and cardigan, then rushed out of her room. He was forced to go out on his own, because his two closest friends were coming to the moon. Salwa is an independent and courageous woman. He is also very smart, so he can study through the scholarship.

Salwa was walking down the street. Kosan is located not far from the campus, is in a housing. Salwa had to pass through a fairly quiet road, to get to the pecel catfish stall. All this time it was always safe, so he dared to go out for the night.

"Suckers! I hate my life! Why should I be born into this world, if it means nothing to you? You guys say I'm the kid you all want? Then, why is my presence you never considered? You guys always think that I need your fancy facilities. Hence, you are always busy working. But, you guys are wrong! I'd rather lose it all, than I don't get your love!" Dirga looked screaming. At that time, he was very drunk.

He always troublemaked, just to get the attention of his parents. But unfortunately, none of this changed his parents. He never got any warmth from his parents.

His consciousness diminished, until he finally lay on the road. Initially, Dirga's condition was still quite stable. Even though he was getting drunk. He can still ride his horse. After leaving the basecamp where she had gathered with members of The Winner's motorcycle gang, Dirga drove her motorcycle towards the usual place where she let go of her heart. The place is quite quiet, at night.

"Astaghfirullah, is that a dead guy or why? Why sleep on the street. From the bike, the guy is not an ordinary person. Duh, how is it? Is it samperin? Huhft, so confused me. Dahlah cuekin. Fear of bad people." Salwa.

However, only a few steps went by. Salwa actually stopped her steps back, and instead looked at the man. There was an unbearable feeling in his heart, he was afraid that the guy was lying on the street due to a heart attack.

Salwa recalled the incident that befell her father, who died on the street. On the way home from work. People were late to help him, until finally the father could not save his life. The human spirit of Salwa was called.

He immediately approached Dirga who was lying unconscious, all because of the influence of alcohol*hol drinks and also gan*ja Dirga consumption. He just fell asleep, unaware that he was still on the road.

"Mas, Masnya wake up dong!" Salwa tried to wake him up. Dirga did not wake up from his sleep, and even snored.

Salwa shouted for help. The atmosphere of the streets in the area was indeed quiet. But he remains not desperate. His face looks panicked. Until finally he thought to contact the innkeeper where he was boarding. Salwa immediately took her phone out of her pants pocket. He immediately searched Mang Acep's mobile number.

"Assynolt, Wa. Aya naon, Wa?" Ask Mang Acep, start the conversation.

Initially, Mang Acep was confused when he received a phone call from Salwa. About 20 minutes ago Salwa said goodbye to buy food for sahur, and until now did not go home. He got a call from Salwa.

"Mang, please Salwa dong! Mamang can not come here now help Salwa? If you can both. There's a kid hanging out there, right? This is a real emergency, Mang! Please!" Salwa said, a little forcing.

"Where is? Where are you, Wa? Still at the pecel lele end of the road? You're all right?" Sahut Mang Acep's.

Salwa's relationship with the caretaker was close. Mang Acep helped Salwa a lot, during Salwa boarding at that place. Salwa is currently in college in the fifth semester. Salwa was the first of two children.

Currently, the younger brother is sitting in High School. His father was dead when he was in college for the second semester. The mother is currently selling cooked side dishes in her village, to support her two children. He also likes to accept catering and cake orders.

Salwa immediately explained to Mang Acep that she was fine, but she had to help a guy who was lying on the street. Salwa asked Mang Acep to come there with other assistance, because he wanted to take Dirga home, and he asked Mang Acep to bring Dirga motorbike to his boarding house.

Mang Acep immediately launched his bike with Roni, towards Salwa. It didn't take long, they've arrived. Salwa's face was pale, sweat soaked her face.

"Where is the story, Wa? How can you deal with this guy? Did you say you wanted to find food, why so men drunk like this anyway? He just let her in here! Why do you also call him! There's no luck! Make a problem yes. Let's go back home with mamang. Fortunately, he does not know you. Try if he wakes up, immediately perko*sa you. Watch out for drunk men!" Mang Acep. He tried to advise Salwa.

Salwa looked silent. He looks confused. Indeed, there was also a point in what Mang Acep said. But, when he saw Dirga lying down. His heart felt called to help him.

"It's okay, mang. Salwa couldn't stand him on the road. Fear of someone with evil intentions. The motor is afraid of stealing criminals," Salwa said.

"Yes, that's it! Just like you! Mamang just want to ingetin you alone, Wa! Yeah, well, then we'll help him! This is a bad boy, Wa. Children of the bourgeoisie who like to ngetrack. Look at his appearance, blur it so. The model of the motorcycle gang," said Mang Acep, and Salwa just nodded his head.

How surprised Salwa, when Mang Acep opened the helmet worn by Dirga. Apparently, the guy he helped was Dirgantara Batara. His senior friend. Accounting major. But actually, Dirga and Salwa are different forces. Dirga was her upperclassman, but did not graduate. Threatened in the DO. He still survives, because the money given is more than the papi.

Dirga did not want to go to college, but the papi continued to force him. He wants his son to be a public accountant. Though Dirga wanted to study at an art college, he wanted to become a painter. Dirga has the ability to paint, since long ago he wanted to become a great painter. But the papi was against it.