THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
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After isya time, though,

people gathered in the doctor's private room except for Doni who came home

after the magrib prayer. They ate the food that Bu Aisyah ordered through

delivery order's.  Although that food

ordered not fancy and they eat with lesehan, they look

so voraciously.

When they

while enjoying dinner, Edi came with Pak Yudi and Pak Adi. They

aghast at the figure beside Via. They were stunned while staring

Farhan.

“Cake, Mas Edi, Mr. Yudi. Let's eat all! It's still, really. Mommy ordered quite a lot earlier,” Via offered kindly.

“I—iya. Uh,

it—it that sits beside Via ..” Adi hesitated to continue his sentence.

“It was Farhan. Thankfully, he did not die. I don't know it myself

the chronology. Later after dinner, he will tell me how he is

congratulations on that tragic accident. Come, please sit down and enjoy

potluck dishes,” replied Mr. Haris.

The third man

just came it sitting on the carpet, join in. Mom, it's just finished

eat immediately stand up make a drink.

“Ah, Cinta did not order to Mas Edi bring a change of clothes for Mas, yes?” Farhan turned to Via.

“I brought, really. There are two Mas Farhan clothing stels that I brought,” Edi said.

“Not it was Love said your HP is low batt?” ask Farhan in wonder.

Via smiled then replied, ”Eth why was this afternoon when Mas Edi came home, Via wanted to sleep hugging Hubbiy's shirt. Therefore, Via asked Mas Edi to bring Hubbiy.” clothes Via looked timid as he replied.

People laughed at Via's response. Via's cheeks are getting red withstanding shame.

“Okay, how are you doing that? How adorable. Huh, honey, there are a lot of people here. Try it if not. I've missed so much,” Inner Farhan.

“As if there is already a hunch, yes?” chirps Edi.

“The power of a wife's love, Ed. Tomorrow you will feel that you are married,” said Mr. Adi.

Edi just smiles mocked Mr. Adi. Farhan was eager to attack Edi.

“Come, Mas! Don't have to be delayed! Nothing in exchange, lo! Later if Mira is struck by people, Mas Edi bites a finger!” farhan.

“Live Mas Edi who has not felt the pleasure of having a wife. Tomorrow if married, I'm sure Mas Edi nyesel." Mr. Yudi teased Edi.

“Kok? Indeed why? If the marriage is regretful, why was I told to get married quickly?” ask Edi to be confused.

Instead of answering Edi's questions, people laughed. Edi was also confused.

“I mean that Mr. Yudi, Mas Edi will be satisfied because his marriage was not from before,” explained Farhan.

Edi smiled shyly at Farhan's explanation. He remembered that his age was no longer young. Most people his age already have children, while he, married not yet.

“Quiet, Ed! Direct gas pol so Mira officially you marry.” Mr. Adi chimed in.

After everything is done, Ms. Inah immediately cleaned up. Ms. Aisyah also helped Ms. Inah clean up.

“Well, now we listen to how the chronology of Farhan can survive and whose bodies we buried at that time,” said Mr. Haris.

“Wah, Farhan storytelling, nih?” farhan Canda. "Farhan change clothes first, yeah."

Farhan entered the bathroom to change clothes. After changing his clothes, he sat back on the carpet with the others. He also started telling stories.

The flash back

POV Farhan's

The car's speed is unstable. I felt something was wrong with the car we were driving.

“Bang, how does this car feel, huh? Try, pull over first!” my orders to Bang Tedi

who holds the wheel.

I got out of the car followed by Bang Tedi. Turns out the right tire deflated all.

“Wah, deflated. The spare tire is only one. Here where is the tire patchworker?” bang Tedi was desperate.

“Do I call home to ask to be picked up?” my proposal.

“Yes, it's best. But, Mr. Farhan must be patient because the distance from Mr. Candra's house is very far,” said Bang Tedi was not excited.

When I was about to call Om Candra's house, my eyes were pounded on the small hut in front of which hung the inscription “tambal tire 24 hours”.

“Bang, look! In front there is a tire patch. Who knows can patch car tires,” I said

eager.

“Hah! Since when are there tire patches? As I recall when we came yesterday there was nothing, deh,” said Bang Tedi astonished.

“Already, the important thing is we can continue the journey.”

Bang Tedi according. We continued to the tire patch which was about 100 miles away

meters from where we stopped.

There were two men in the hut. One of them had a bat-like tattoo on his arm.

A quarter of an hour passed, Bang Tedi looked agitated. He looked at his watch.

“What's up, Bang? Looks like Bang Tedi is nervous.” I'm figuring it out.

“Ee—anu, Sir, wife is sick. After taking you, I want to ask permission to go home for a week or until my wife is healed. I've contacted Mr

Candra and her allow,” said Bang Tedi.

“This is not the fault of Sir. E...how if I reach the sub-district city, I go down there. After that Mr. Farhan drove himself to Mr. Candra's house. Sorry, sorry

if you are not pleased,” the door nervously.

“Iya, Bang. It's nothing, really. I-i can. Actually, if only there was a taxi or ojol in this area, of course Bang Tedi can go home now,”.

Bang Tedi smiled bitterly. It seems that her face romance is harboring worry. Unfortunately, I can't help.

Suddenly a motorcycle stopped in front of us. Without turning off the engine, the driver greeted Bang Tedi.

“Hai, Ted! What are you doing here?”

Bang Tedi looked in wonder. It seemed confused, not knowing the man sitting on the motorcycle seat. The man opened the glass of his helmet while laughing.

“It's me, your SMP friend.”

“Oh, you. This, this,

I'm waiting for the car tires to be patched. Last time it leaked on a nail like.”

Bang Tedi is facing me. His look seemed to be prying.

“Master, sorry before. If you allow me, I'd like to come with my friend. How?” Bang Tedi kept looking at me.

“Iya, Bang. Go then! I'm okay, really. Bang Tedi should be home soon.” I gave permission to Bang Tedi.

“Master dared to drive himself? Sir memorized the path?” ask Bang Tedi to doubt.

“Yes, I can. About the road, I can turn on the GPS later. Bang Tedi is not

worrying about me,” answered me with a reassuring smile.

Finally, Bang Tedi went with his friend. Let me sit alone.

I'm tired of waiting for both tire repairmen to work. Finally, I decided to call my wife. I chose a video call to see his face

kurmiss.

"Assalamualaikum," I heard her voice greeting.

Hey what's that? Looks like ears. Ah, she must not have known that this was a video call.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Love, this is a video call. Did you see your ears?"

"Sorry, Hubbiy. Via wasn't looking at the screen," he said nervously.

"Love, Mas's on his way to town. Mas plans to go to Om Candra's house first to say goodbye while returning his car. After that, we went to the airport."

"Away from the trip to Om Candra's house? Hubbiy himself?" ask Via a little bit

apprehensive.

"About 2 hours. It was with Bang Tedi..."

"Then, where's the guy now?" cut Via seems impatient.

I smiled seeing Via's impatience.

"Right now in the workshop. Deflated car tires. Looks like someone's been spilling nails, huh. Two flat tires." Yeah."

"Where is Tedi?" ask her impatiently again.

"Bang Tedi came home first. I was going to come to town. Coincidentally there was a friend using a motor just passing by. He came because his wife was sick, he wanted to arrive soon

home."

"That means Hubbiy is alone?" ask Via worried.

"Yes. God willing is strong to drive yourself to the house of Om Candra. The tire patch is almost done" I said, pointing the camera at two people patching the tires.

"Hubbiy be careful, don't speed!" message Via.

"Yes, God willing, we will always be careful, tonight we can meet. Love, don't be too tired! Take care and dedek!" I'm back ordering.

Via smiled gently. The smile I always missed.

"More on the journey, yes! Tires are already patched. Assalamualaikum says.

Mmmm...."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Fiamanillah," whispered Via.

After I put my phone in my pocket, I approached two tire repairmen who were tidying up the equipment.

“It's done, Bang?” my many.

“Su—already,” replied the unpatched person rather nervously.

“How much is the fare?” ask again.

“A hundred and fifty thousand, Sir,” replied 55 tattoos.

Wow, that's expensive. It's old anyway. Not usually Rp 20,000.00-Rp 30,000.00.

“There are 2 punctures on the rear tire and one on the front tire. We patch all so be spare tire,” said the tattooed man again.

Keep this beyond reason. But I don't want to argue about this little thing. Three pieces of fifty thousand I escaped from the wallet and handed them to the tattooed man.

I continued my journey. I drove the car carefully because I didn't memorize the streets here.

Not far from the tire patch workshop, my eyes pounded the scenery in front of me. There were two men talking on the side of the road pointing at the wheels of the motor. Seems

I know them.

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