THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Via Disappeared

Farhan drove his car home. The shadow of Via's pale face danced in his eye pelvis.

Unfortunately, the traffic conditions of the time did not support Farhan's efforts to get home in a short period of time. Dense traffic makes Farhan can not drive vehicles more than 40 kilometers per hour.

As soon as the page arrived, Farhan jumped down. He ran into the house.

Not seeing his wife on the 1st floor, Farhan rushed to the room. In haste he opened the door. However, he also did not find Via in his room. Farhan checked the bathroom. It turns out the same, Via does not exist.

Farhan ran down. He's headed for the kitchen. Mom Inah is preparing dinner.

"Mom, see my wife? How come there's nothing in the room?" ask Farhan.

Ms. Inah stopped her activity of cutting vegetables. He looked at his master.

"I'm sorry, Madam Via hasn't been to the kitchen since. After the prayer, Ma'am Via to the room. I guess I'm still in the room" replied Inah.

Farhan ran outside. He was looking in the park. Via often sits on a swing while reading. However, the swing is empty.

Farhan's looking for Mr. Nono. He found the man reading the newspaper.

"Sir Nono, see my wife? I see the car. He's not leaving, is he?" farhan asked with a breath of gasp.

Mr. Nono was shocked. He immediately folded the newspaper he read.

"Since returning from the mosque, I have not seen Mrs Via coming out. Not in the room, Mom?" Mr. Nono asked back.

Farhan did not answer. He was really upset.

When there was a vibration from his pants pocket, he just remembered a clever flat object. Farhan immediately took the phone out of his pocket. Ignore the incoming messages. While walking into the house, he looked for contact Via and then contacted. There was a feeling of relief when the tone sounded. Means Via didn't turn off his phone.

Moments awaited, Farhan's call went unanswered. Farhan repeated his call. While waiting to be connected, he continued walking towards his room. The vegetables sounded a ringtone from inside the room.

God, it turns out his HP was left in the room.

Farhan grew increasingly upset. He checked the clothes of Via. He was worried that Via had left him.

"The clothes of Love are still there. Ah, wallet. Is there no?"

Farhan tried to find Via's wallet. He did not find.

"That means he's gone. Is it possible to take a taxi? Try, I'll check the CCTV."

Farhan immediately checked the CCTV footage from 2 hours earlier. Via walked towards the musala. Then, there is a picture that shows Via entering the room. A few minutes later, it was as if Via had left the room. CCTV in front showed Via leaving before Mr. Nono and Mr. Yudi returned from the mosque.

Farhan immediately contacted Ratna's contact. He thinks Via to the shophouse. However, Ratna's phone did not appear to be active. Farhan does not keep Mira's contacts.

Farhan immediately contacted Edi. When he met a client outside, Edi did not come along.

"Assalamualaikum" said Edi.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Is Edi still in the office?"

"Yes. Looks like someone's trying to break into the company's data. Thank God, it didn't work. We are investigating the matter" Edi explained.

Farhan was not so focused on Edi's explanation. He was thinking about his wife.

"Mas, please now to the shophouse! Check if my wife is there!" Farhan ruled with a firm tone.

"Well, I'm going there now" replied Edi.

Why don't you call Ratna or Mira, okay? Boss' orders must be executed. Meet Mira, here.

Edi also left the office, drove to the shophouse. It took about 15 minutes to get to the shophouse.

Mira was closing the shophouse when Edi arrived. He was surprised to see Edi coming alone.

"Assynolajet. I'm sorry, Miss Via is here?" ask Edi.

"Vaalaikumsalam. No, kok. Did Dek Via say he was here?"

Edi speechless. He was confused to answer.

"Eh, no. It came out, but it doesn't know where."

"Why not call?" Mira was astonished.

"Aaa.that-that I don't know. Uh, a minute." Edi seemed nervous about answering Mira's question. Then he took his smart phone. He intended to contact the bodyguard in charge of overseeing the house.

It turned out that there were some missed calls and messages. Edi immediately opened the incoming message.

[Boss, young mistress out of the house alone, not escorted by driver.]

[**The guy is riding ojol, the driver is female.]

[Mistress is at the tomb** ]

Edi patted his eel. The office job kept him from opening his phone three hours ago. He called Farhan immediately.

"Sir to the tomb, Mas. Bodyguard keeps an eye on."

"Oh, yes. Why did I forget? To which tomb?"

"I forgot to ask. Maybe it's Ma'am Via's parents" Edi replied as he scratched his non-itchy head.

"Yes already. Thanks for the information."

After hanging up the phone, Edi said goodbye.

"Not come in yet, Mom? Dek Via is there any news?" ask Mira.

"Yes, already. Uh, it's already afternoon and it's disturbing" replied Edi.

"Yes no. It's closed."

Haish, what am I talking about? If Mas Edi wants to, what do I do? It can't be controlled, anyway."

"Not really bothering? Can ask for coffee, dong," said Edi.

"I--iya, please come in."

Edi stepped in and sat down on a chair near the cashier's desk.

"I made coffee, yeah." Mira immediately went up to the 2nd floor. Soon he returned with a cup of coffee.

"Where's ratna going?" ask Edi for pleasantries

"To counter. Trobel's HP."

Oh, maybe Mas Farhan had contacted Ratna but failed to connect because of Ratna's HP. Ah, this is a chance to get Mira's contact.

"Maybe Mas Farhan contacted Ratna but failed. Oh yeah, can I have Mira's contact?"

Mira nodded. He mentioned 12 numbers of his contact number.

Having just finished saving contact, Edi remembered the safety of his employer. He became stupid because he was relaxing in the shophouse.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I say goodbye first. I have to make sure of the condition of Mrs Via. Thanks for the coffee. Next time I play again."

"Oh, so. Really another time?" ask Mira.

"Ish, how am I like gini? How humiliating!

"God willing. Let's. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

Meanwhile, Farhan immediately turned his car which had not been put into the garage. He drove to his grave.

From the tomb gate, he saw a veiled figure leaning over the pusara. Farhan was sure it was Via. He half ran to the woman.

Farhan's heart seemed to be sliced to see Via sitting down, while his body fell down.

"Love, forgive me. Khilaf, my dear. We're home, yuk!"

No answer is heard. Farhan repeated his invitation.

With no reaction, Farhan squatted near his wife. He patted Via on the shoulder.

"Love, it's late afternoon. Mama wouldn't like it if you were still here this afternoon. We go home, yes," Farhan gently persuaded.

Via straightening his body. He looks confused. His eyes blink to see clearly.

"Hubbiy," whispered Via.

Farhan pulled Via up to fall in his arms. The figure he had been worried about ever since.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry about your husband. Khilaf, I'm stupid, I don't understand your feelings" Farhan said. I could not feel her tears starting to drip.

"Via's childish, huh? I don't know, Via doesn't know either. But, Via's heart ached at Hubbiy earlier," said Via.

"It's my fault. His name is booty, his emotions are unstable. As a husband, you should understand. Forgive me, yes," Farhan said in a raucous voice.

Via nodded. He let go of Farhan's embrace.

"Kok know Via's here?" ask Via.

"So I went everywhere. Someone saw Love come here and deliver it to Mas Edi."

"Via sad, keep kangen mom papa. Via came here, as if confiding with mama to sleep."

Farhan was relieved. It turned out that Via was not angry with him. Fucked his forehead Via.

"Yuk, home! Magrib in a moment," Farhan asked.

Via nodded. He stood up with Farhan's help.

"Ma, Pa, we're home" said Via.

Via shrieked in shock as Farhan suddenly lifted his body. The man carried his wife through dozens of gravestones.

"Your body is very light. This is certainly because Love cravings, often mutates," said Farhan.

Arriving near the car, Farhan lowers Via. The door to the car for his wife. After Via sat down, Farhan closed the door and turned to sit behind the wheel. Thought of the wife whose face is still swollen. Then, he drove his car slowly.

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Sorry, but I am late today. Since yesterday the author has been sick. Last night just got three paragraphs head already twitching. Uh curcol 🙈

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