The Value of Loyalty
No Longer No Longing!

“Sister!,” Shouts a young girl and without permission enter the room.

Moreover, the girl not only shouted but also jumped into Linggar's embrace, making the entire space gawk.

Even the invisible crowbar was silent and tried to return the young girl's embrace.

Not just Citra, it turns out Linggar has other secret admirers. Or not a secret admirer because

they look too close. They may be a couple of people who admire each other.

Different story with the image.

“Kak, ask for money!” The young girl whispered into Linggar's ear, but could be sure it was still heard by the whole

space occupant.

“Why?” With a frown on his forehead looked at the young girl's face.

But did not seem to want to stay away, instead enjoying the young girl's embrace.

“Papa again cram.” His words were spoiled, still in Linggar's arms. Lips slightly advanced forward, head was coiled with spoiled.

“Not papa who craves, you are the one who is the question, massage not?” Linggar while pressing the index finger right on the forehead of the girl.

“Ih whatan. Brother, spout!”His words are getting spoiled.

Linggar removed the twists of his hand from the young girl, reaching into the wallet that was in the pocket of her pants and

took out a few pieces of red money and handed them to the young girl.

Just like when Linggar gave Rindi pocket money.

And the girl is now replacing her position.

Rindi was only able to see with her eye tail, occasionally glancing just to clarify her vision.

Why did this scene have to be the same as the memories of the two of them?

Now the wall felt more and more forward towards him, squeezing himself.

Like being in a narrow space, even hidden he is unable to.

Only being able to lower his head shifted the scenery from the spectacle that seemed to disturb the soul.

Up to several times had to hold his breath just to hide the chaotic feelings.

Look at!

That man has got another woman as your replacement.

Beautiful, cheerful and certainly young.

While you are just like a grain of dust, with one blow it will immediately fly and land somewhere.

A man like Linggar who had a million charms was able to attract a million girls. And the widower's office had no effect on him. Then what about Rindi with almost the same position, widow.

Is it able to balance the gain of Linggar?

Placing one hand on his forehead tried to hide the water that had been flooded on the outskirts

his eye.

Although the spectacle had ended with a light pecker landing on Linggar's cheek, but for some reason

the room is not yet roomy.

Lightning-fast hand movements just to remove the melted tears that have already seeped into the cheeks.

My God, despite being separated for two years, it still hurts like this.

Thought a row of numbers at the bottom corner of the computer screen, still leaving a few hours of work. It took too long for him to survive in this state.

He chose to move to the bathroom that is located outside the room for those who are in the

floor it.

Maybe there a little able to vent his feelings now. Do not forget to close his mouth tightly with

his own two hands to make an inaudible sound. Tears are unstoppable now.

He was a little able to vent his grief, though still had to hold back so that his stuffing remained in silence.

It is quite relieved, but still not able to loosen the chest cavity as if it is still squeezed.

Do not forget to wash your face to disguise the damp that is created.

“Rin, why?” Ma'am Tia when she saw Rindi enter with a downcast face.

“Tuk mbak.”

All eyes were on him, even the man in the corner. Next to his lips raised, smiling mockingly towards him.

“You want to drink coffee? I have coffee.” Kamil while taking out the skewed coffee from inside his drawer.

“Why bring coffee? Is there coffee in the pantry?” The man in the corner chimed in even though his gaze was pointing

to Rindi.

He knew that the girl was crying, and he could guess the reason she was crying. Even very clearly.

“Pengen aja! Want boss?”

“Gak thanks. I'm not sleepy abis get a new spirit.” His speech was light but it felt heavy for Rindi.

“Cie-cie who has a new spirit. How about Btw Citra?” Camil.

“Pc, duh boss not very sensitive. Don't know if there are other fans.”

“My eyes are closed to see things that are not visible in front of my eyes. I just want something

which is sure and clear. Not just an illusion or lure.”

“Beuh, the sentence is really deep. But it's kind of funny to hear it.” Ma'am Tia with a mocking smile towards

Linggars.

The one in the face just smiled.

“So who wants coffee?” Kamil is still offering his crock coffee.

“I can. Ayu?” Ma'am Tia.

The girl asked nodded.

“Yes already, let's help me!” Kamil immediately pulled Rindi's hand even though the one drawn was silent and silent

following steps.

Without passion Rindi continued her day which seemed to be getting longer.

“What's up?” Kamil when they were both in the pantry.

The question actually managed to provoke tears that had been shrunk back to flow.

It turned out that his condition was easily read by anyone just looking at his face.

It's been found out what else it's gonna do.

Prefer to lay his head on the pantry table and let his tears just flow. Hopefully after this, she will no longer cry.

“Remember sister.” He said on the sidelines of his crying.

I don't know whose sister he meant.

One thing he may not have realized, jealousy struck the soul.

Why was it only this time that he felt pain when he saw Linggar together with another girl. It used to be that even Linggar didn't give her time just to think about or even be jealous of another girl. Always make himself a top priority in Linggar's life.

In Linggar's heart there was only Rindi.

In the eyes of Linggar there are only RIndi.

Day and night Linggar only Rindi.

That's what he felt first.

Now the position has been shifted, and it turns out that it hurts.

Not to mention if you remember the image that gives full attention to Linggar.

The man went back to being a idol wherever he was.

Kamil preferred to sit beside her letting her cry even though the clumsiness was now ambushing.

“It's quiet?” He said as Rindi started to raise her head.

“Wash face first!” He said while showing the sink with his eyes, and thrusting a tissue towards Rindi.

Looking at Rindi's puffy face it was very apparent that this woman had just cried. Make a man in his corner

I want to celebrate his victory. He could guess, if Rindi was crying out of jealousy but to hope that much she no longer dared, even though she wanted so much.

And after work Rindi chose to vanish all the remnants of sadness in the room. Dunking your face on the pillow, crying as hard as possible though. Hopefully after this he will no longer cry for the same reason and because of the same person.

Maybe this is called missing.

Even though they meet every day but it's not like that.

I miss hugging.

I miss wanting to have it back. But darling her longing is unrequited.

There is still love left for him even if only to be remembered.

He will forget everything, hoping that after this everything will go as usual. Throw away the remains

love that may still exist. Think of the man as a mere superior, without any more taste. But is it possible that he did everything?

No more love!

No more misses!

His heart wanted to convince.

Ah, this situation is very torturous. Suffocate.

Why should I talk to that guy? Why should I witness such a stifling sight.

If only he wasn't under contract, it might be better to leave and find a job out there.

Than to make the wounds that used to be deeper and wide open.

But what power, he is still an intern who is bound by many of his main rules of work that he must complete.

And he had to endure all the circumstances that must have sliced the heart.

Or if this life has a CTRL-Z button then can it press it?