Wedding Last night
Lost again

Part 79's

Kayesa responds to Shaga's departure, feeling untranslated, until Shaga's back disappears behind a corner of the hotel corridor.

"Shya! Why are you still so good to me, after you treated me badly," Kayesa muttered in a deep breath. Kayesa closed the door and leaned her back against the door while scooping her face with both hands.

Outside the rain was still falling heavily, as swift as Kayesa's tears were, Kayesa had tried to keep the crystal clear was no longer rolling. However, it still drips. This time he did not know, whose tears were for him, for Shaga who still continued to love him, or for Zafran who had scratched the wound in his heart.

Long he sobbed, let tears pour down his clothes. After feeling satisfied crying, Kayese then wiped his face with two palms. Slowly Kayesa went into the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, then stood in front of the mirror, the reflection of her face drifted from the mirror, puffy and tangled, because she shed too many tears.

"Key! Why are you absorbing this now? You can Kay! Surely it can," Kayesa's inner self-sustained.

After cleaning herself, Kayesa came out of the bathroom, replacing her damp clothes with drier ones. Kayesa climbed onto the bed, lying on her back, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

Zafran and Alena's shadow cast a shadow on Kayesa's mind. Kayesa's tears rolled back, but she promised herself not to cry for Zafran again. However, the tears that were painstakingly dammed, failed to be sustained.

Kayesa grabbed a bolster pillow, closed her face tightly, tried to brush off the shadow of Zafran and Alena, the more she wanted to remove the shadow of the two creatures, the more it appeared, as if Zafran and Alena were laughing at her.

"Yes God. Recall my memory of Zafran," muttered Kayesa, and her lips chanted prayers, until Kayesa fell asleep in tears.

******

While Zafran who was trying to suppress the numbers, for them the door password was not also successful. Unintentionally, Zafran was struck by a hotel phone on the nightstand, rushed Zafran over, picked up the phone, and pressed a few numbers to call reception.

A few minutes later a hotel employee came and reset the password of the door that Zafran had messed up. As soon as the door opened, Zafran went outside the room thanking him.

As fast as Zafran's lightning bolt out of the room, like a man who had escaped from prison, he ran to the cafe, regardless of Alena, towards the table where he and Alena ate, looking around for his cell phone. But it's not there anymore.

"Is my phone still the same mama," Zafran's inner recalls.

"Mr Zafran! Are you looking for your cell phone?" Ask an office boy who is cleaning the table.

"Yes" replied Zafran.

"So I was at the reception. Sir," said the office boy.

After saying thank you, Zafran ran to the receptionist. Once he got his phone, Zafran immediately checked whatsapp, there were several incoming calls, including Kayesa calls. Zafran immediately contacted Kayesa.

"Well! Why is your phone off" Zafran murmured in annoyance.

"I have to go home soon" murmured Zafran as he stepped down the corridor of the hotel, towards the elevator and down to the ground floor.

Once out of the hotel, Zafran only remembered that his car was still in the office, because when he went to the hotel he was riding his mother's car. Zafran scrolled his phone screen, looking for Rayzad's contact number.

"Ray! Pick up the phone," Zafran muttered.

Many times Zafran contacted Rayzad, neither his phone was connected, active but not picked up. Zafran stared at the clock on his phone screen, showing it at three in the morning. Rayzad must be in a dream.

Zafran reentered the hotel, went to the receptionist and asked one of the hotel employees to drive him home. The receptionist called one of the hotel employees and asked Zafran to wait a few minutes.

Dreet... Dreet... Dreet, Zafran's phone vibrates, Zafran stares at the screen of his phone that lights up there with the name.

"Hallo Sir. What's the night-night call?" Rayzad asked, as soon as the phone line was connected.

"Fetch me now, in ten minutes, if it doesn't arrive, get ready tomorrow for a job loss" Zafan warned.

"Astagfitullah's. The master! Rainy day," Rayzad argued in self-defense.

After receiving a call from Zafran, Rayzad jumped out of bed, put on a raincoat and helmet, and took the keys. Rayzad pulled the bike out of the garage, through the rain, drove the bike at high speed, ten minutes or less two seconds, Rayzad stopped right in front of the hotel's main door.

Once he saw Razyad coming, Zafran immediately went up and sat on the bonnet of Rayzad motorbike. He did not care about the hotel employees who had stayed wanted to drive him.

"Sir is wearing a raincoat and his helmet first" Rayzad said, handing him a raincoat and helmet.

"No need, leave now" said Zafran.

"wear! Mr. will be sick." Rayzad got off his bike.

Seeing Rayzad go down, Zafran took Rayzad's motorcycle away, regardless of Rayzad's screams calling him, Zafran continued to drive home to the house of Fatma.

Mary ran out, uncovered the window curtains, checked who had come. He was shocked when he saw Zafran get off the bike in a soaked wet shirt.

"Yes God. The master! Why play the rain at night like this" said Maryam, after opening the door, she gave me a clean towel.

While taking the towel, wipe his face and head. Zafran walked to Kayesa's room.

"Non Esa, it's gone sir,"

"Go? Where is bik? Why would aunt let him go?" Zafran asked, staring intently at Maryam.

"I prevented it. Mister."

"Ah... " Zafran yelled in annoyance.

The towel in his hand was thrown into Maryam's face. Zafran turned his body around, came out of the house and rode back on Rayzad's motor he was carrying away.

Tit, tit. a car comes in, blocking the motor Zafran is riding. Rayzad got out of the car, then pulled Zafran's hand.

"Let go!" Shouted Zafran.

Rayzad ignored Zafran's screams, he continued to drag Zafran into the house and sat his butt on the sofa.

"Ray! Unleash it. I'm gonna go find Kayesa."

The wet clothes and cold body Zafran did not feel, all he had in mind now was Kayesa, he had to quickly find Kayesa and explain everything.

"Master! Please respect yourself, sir. Let's see how Mr. is now. Wet shirt and disheveled face,

"I don't care. I just want to see Kayesa now. Move over!"

With his sturdy hands, pushing Rayzad's body, until the man was shaken, then Zafran again stepped out through the rain, climbed on the motorbike and slid off the house of the Fatma oma and drove on the highway.

"Basic stubbornness," inner Rayzad.

With a hasty step, Rayzad met Maryam, asked for Zafran's change of clothes to Maryam, Maryam went into the room and came back again with a full dresser, CD and towel.

After getting Zafran's change of clothes. Rayzad stepped outside the house, got into the car, the car moved away from the house of the Fatma oma, broke through heavy rain, drove to the highway. Rayzad enabled the search application on his phone, until it easily tracked the existence of Zafran.

The clock has shown at five in the morning, the rain has begun to subside. Rayzad spurred his car with great speed. However, he also visited to find traces of Zafran, in terms of already one kilo of mileage that he went through.

Rayzad lowered the gas, he slowed down his car, when he saw twenty meters in front of him, there was a crowd of several people, and beside the rumunan, lay a motorcycle.

"Mr Zafran," murmured Rayzad, immediately parking his car with a nervous feeling.