The Worship of Ex-Husband
The Word Begins to Suspicion

Tabalong, South Kalimantan ....

The daily rotation of Sabda is not far from the barrack house used for employee mess, mine location, and minimarket. That is all that the Word frequents. Let alone going out to seek personal pleasure, the Word chooses to sleep rather than enjoy the temptations out there.

As for the association itself, considering the Word has almost eight years become a resident of mess D.5.1 of course a lot of who already know him. Unless they are just entering the mess alias new employees will certainly not know with the name of the Word Dozer.

Dozer itself stands for bulldozer, one of the heavy equipment that the Word carries when working. The employees there used to add the name of the machine behind the real name, so it is easy to remember.

In barracks D.5.1 is filled by four tough men. They come from various regions, Agus he comes from the city of Malang, Tri comes from Yogyakarta. Only Angga comes from one area with the Word. The difference is that Angga lives in the Kaligawe region, while Sabda is in the Banyumanik region.

Their togetherness has been established for quite a long time. Far from relatives make the Word consider them like their own family, the difference is they are not blood. Help and strengthen each other. In fact, they often say that the Word is a running bank. Bank loans without interest and due dates. The word does not matter as long as every 28th the money is always returned.

"Da! The word! it's sought after laundry! he said your pack's going with the laundry!"

The word that was originally knitting a dream immediately opened its eyes. His body was stunned, he was wailing looking for the female figure that Angga meant. One hard prohibition on the life of the Word, his clothes da lam entered the laundry. Better to rub it yourself than use it.

"Ojo ngono! arep's my rabbi!" (Don't! I want to get married!") "Later miss Baper!" word Sabda talks about a girl named Rindu who became a laundry employee in the mess.

Of the four men, only Sabda was a widower at a young age. Others already have families and choose to leave their children in Java. So, when there are female employees always the Word becomes the months.

Sabda grabbed her phone on the table.

"Wake, Da! It's three o'clock! sleep rich dead people only you!" angga Olok.

"It rained last night, Mom! there are no extra hours to stand by. Tired of it, where yesterday the rest time was less, again." Sabda replied while staring at the last message he sent to Salma's number.

So on vacation, Sal? Where are you guys going, anyway?

It was over 10 hours that the message was sent by him. But, why not get to the number owner? the message is just a checklist one.

As positive thinking as possible in the holiday spots they are visiting today, 4G signals are still scarce. So, the message can't get to Salma's number yet.

“Mas Sabda, your name is on the board! Looks like you have to take your wedding leave, deh!” someone who just came in told the Word.

“Training what else? Kimper I just to full names of heavy equipment.”

“Not. But the test is so foreman.”

Sabda chuckled, scraping his ears with his little fingernails. “Bodo'lah, I have no interest in being a foreman!” the response of the Word, sounds indifferent.

“Makanya do not be diligent, let not be appointed as foreman.” Agus who was polishing safety shoes on the lip of the door also cheated.

“I diligently want to earn a lot of money. Let's go home quickly and win again!” The word lightly.

“Tahu no, there are only two options, the test so foreman or mutation, and the obvious return Mas Sabda forced cancel. So, you should tell the house people not to bother buying yellow janur.”

Word chuckled again, his ears were no longer itchy, he switched to typing a message for Salma.

Word : Sal, marry me again! For Ody. About Mom, let me take care of—you just say yes or no. Let me replace the one who fought for you.

Emo begged Sabda to send at the end of the sentence. His lips were turned upside down, hoping Salma would immediately answer his offer.

“Take, Da! So foreman loh! Nice to add-plus buy onion brambang in the kitchen ntar!”

“No, males! So the foreman is getting more responsibility. You will not be my enemy. Confused about choosing friends or company rules.”

“Means just get ready to get a mutation call.”

Notification of the message distracts the Word. He thought it was a reply from Salma apparently not.

Hani: Call me, Mas!

Reading the order, Sabda could not refute Hani's request. He immediately made a call to Hani's number. I was worried that the girl was in need of help.

“What's up, Han?” tanya Sabda felt that the call had been raised by Hani.

“I disturb Mas Sabda yes, again rest?”

“Neg. I'm up already. Why?”

“Emang you want to marry me?!” ask the Word, ketus.

“No! Mas Bad Word, short, item.”

“Item is a boy, don't know! If the problem is short ask it with Ageng. Don't blame me!” The word defending itself, did not accept with a sneer Hani. The feeling of not really the skin items. Height is also 180 cm minus two centi.

“Canda times, Mas! Don't insist on it.”

“Canda is not funny, body shaming is his name.”

“Iya, sorry, Mas Sabda. How to dong?” tanya Hani sounded confused.

“You can find your own way. I'm right here. My brain's all black in coal ink.”

“Why don't you pretend to have a wife there! Kan exciting!”

“Stupid girl! Exciting how you mean! We think it's all right, dizzy me!” word Sabda, too lazy to discuss his relationship with Hani at a time when his mind was wondering about the existence of Salma at this time.  

After a brief conversation with Hani, Sabda decided on the call unilaterally. The word quickly departed from the bed, preparing to work while waiting for a reply from Salma.

But even though three days had passed, the Word was still made confused by the message to Salma that never delivered, his frustration rose to the level when he realized the Panji number was also not active.

The Word was hit by severe stress, to the extent that a Dozer Word never absent on its overtime days. Suddenly just shut up. During the day that the Word should have used for work he just rolled around on the bed.

“Tumben you're not still, Da? SKL are you today?” asked Angga who happened to be in the evening, so get ready for bed.

“Again, don't ask first, Mas.” The word answered slowly.

Angga immediately broke down. "I thought you were a robot. All this time, there was no holiday!"

“Do you want to take me to the hospital? nyari sakti letter (doctor's permission to rest)?”

“No, free to hospital, will not recover.”

“Well, at least you can wash your eyes. See bo hay nurses!”

Smirk's smiling word. Not interested in seeing bo hay chick at all. “Mas, if your wife does not reply to the message, usually why?” tanya Sabda, trying to find a possibility that could have happened.

“Ngambek, spending money runs out, fussy child, lots of it. Money transfer will also contact us later.”

Sabda imagined her relationship with Salma in the early days of their marriage. He felt that the words of his roommate were exactly the same as Salma's. Seems worth a try.

The finger of the Word moves actively touching the mobile phone screen. He opened a message to send a banking message to one of the commercial banks.

Failed Transaction.

The word frowned at the reports that were now received. He saw his account balance. There is still a lot of money in his account should the money be sent immediately.

The same effort was again made by the Word. He sent the money to Salma's account number, amounting to 3 million rupiahs. But, the report failed to come back in.

“Kok, can't,” murmured as he looked at his cell phone signal. Even though the signal is also good, but why the transaction did not work? After thinking for a long time Sabda decided to go to the ATM Center in front of the mess.

“Mas, what motor will you use?”

“Iya, but still later.”

“I borrow ya! not long just to the ATM in front of mess aja kok.”

Getting permission from the owner of the motorcycle, Sabda immediately grabbed his jacket. Without caring if he currently only uses color pants with knee-length pieces.

To get out of the mess environment, it is necessary to cover a distance of about two hundred meters. The Mess was so spacious, it could roughly accommodate 1000 people.

When arriving in front of the ATM machine Sabda directly make transactions to the account number Salma. Again, he found disappointment. The transaction he made again failed. “Why is this?” he muttered, while unceasingly thinking about Salma's current condition.

“Panji can not be contacted, Salma also. Can't I ask you to ask Salma whereabouts? So the next world war later.” Sabda muttered softly, staring at the ATM machine screen. Realizing he could do nothing, Sabda decided to leave the ATM center. He got on his bike, immediately returned to the room. Could be bad if today, he was caught skipping work.