The Unforgettable
Still the Same

A message came in while Febrian was driving his car down the street that afternoon. It turned out that it was Rasya who gave the news about the meeting with the supplier of goods. Rasya could not be replaced, because the young man had to meet other colleagues.

'' Honey, go to the office for a minute. Nothing right?, later you rest in my room .'' said Febrian while glancing at his wife who was sitting leaning with a tired face.

'' Yes it's okay .'' replied Alira briefly. Now the woman looked closed, enjoying the small jolt of the car driven by her husband.

Once again, Febrian glanced at the severed Alira. His hands stretched out gently rubbing the head of the wife.

'' Fearful Yang ?.'' asked softly Febrian. Alira opened her eyes for a moment. Then he nodded, saying in a weak voice.

'' Not very tired, but very sleepy .''

'' Yes, it will be until the office goes to sleep. Not now, soon nyampe, you will be dizzy .'' said Febrian who now holds Alira's hand. Alira opened her eyes and stared for a moment at the man who still had all of her heart. But blocked by a broken heart.

Alira only smiled faintly, enjoying all the attention from the husband, whether it was as a form of self-regulation or as an alibi. Alira sometimes wants to make peace by forgiving everything that has happened. But when the flash of the incident was imagined really painful it was still real felt.

'' Honey, it has arrived .'' said Febrian resuscitated Alira from daydreams. Slightly stuttered Alira grabbed the bag on the lap. Febrian got out of the car, half-running the man approached the passenger door. Open the door for the wife. Alira smiled faintly as she descended slowly from inside the car.

Febrian swiftly grabbed Alira's hand and took the bag in the woman's hand. On the waist of the wife with one hand. Walking with a faded smile on Febrian lips. It feels really amazing, being able to walk with the heart.

No matter there were many pairs of eyes watching with dumbfounded faces. How not?, the boss who in recent months has never even been close to a woman. Suddenly holding a beautiful woman with a stomach that already looks bloated.

In fact, the man, didn't care. The most important thing for him right now was that Alira was by his side. Alira's pregnancy can be said as a disgrace, for her a blessing. Because if the woman does not contain the seeds have been made sure will no longer want to go back to her. Let their marriage be just a redeemer for the wrong that has already happened. But for Febrian the marriage was her way of tying an Alira to stay by her side.

Arrive in the Febrian workspace. Alira is carried by Febrian on a large sofa bed. Being in the corner of the room, attached to the glass wall with a view that is quite spoil the eye. The Febrian Room on the third floor. Making Alira can see down.At a drive back and forth the vehicle looks from there. And a park that turned out to be located across the street was quite clear from the work space of the husband.

Alira was still standing by the glass wall. Staring out of the room that showed quite hot weather. While Febrian was talking to Rasya who had just entered the room on the orders of the Febrians. Several times the corner of Rasya's eyes glanced at Alira, the woman who was still unfamiliar in his eyes. Because during the date with February the woman never went to the office , where Febrian worked.

But hearing Febrian's words, Rasya seemed to frown and stared questioningly at the superior.

'' Wife ''?.'' asked Rasya as if in disbelief. Febrian nodded surely, making Rasya even more astonished by the recognition of his superiors.

'' How can you ?'' rasha asked a little to shrink her voice and now sat leaning towards Febrian. Looking at the man in front of him.

Febrian was a little careless at Rasya's behavior. With his light hands hit Rasya's head with the scroll of the map in his hand.

'' Noisy you are, out!" said Febrian to his subordinates who were already like little sisters to him. Rasya stood up with a sullen look.

Exit the Febrian room with questions still lingering in his mind. Febrian seemed to smile faintly as she looked at the woman who seemed not disturbed because of her conversation with Rasya.

Febrian looked at the clock that was coiled around her wrist. It was almost time to meet a co-worker. His wife was still staring out from behind the glass wall. Febrian holds his wife's sari behind while pinning a kiss on Alira's head.

'' Honey, you rest here. I'm meeting for a while .'' Febrian's farewell.

'' Yes Mas.'' said Alira by turning towards Febrian. Febrian took off her embrace and peeked at Alira's cheek.

'' Alu go first .'' continued Febrian who then stepped away after Alira nodded his head assent. The woman stared at the sturdy back that disappeared behind the door of the Febrian study.

The woman looked teary, holding her chest.

'' This feeling is still the same Mas.'' lirihnya. But why is it so difficult to rearrange the heart fragments that have been scattered ?.