Wrong Memininang
The Part 70

Asher highlighted his phone screen with a hardened jaw. His concentration was up already, his chest was a little tight there was an overwhelming feeling of pain. The time has shown at nine o'clock in the evening he did not come home. Even Yuki contacted her many times but there was no answer. Asher deliberately ignored him.

The man wanted to go home but in order to restrain himself from getting angry at his wife, he would come home a little late so that after arriving home his wife was asleep. Asher feels love for someone but someone he loves puts hope in someone else. It hurts, it hurts this much. Loving someone who still can't move on with his past.

"It's time to go home, you don't want to go home yet?" Alwi interrupts his superiors who he believes are in a lot of thought. Since this afternoon, his master was staring at his phone with a dead red face.

"You can go home first, don't you pa-pa? I still want to be here." Asher tonight feels hard to come home.

Alwi Asher is alone. There was a great longing, Sky's face that always reflected in his memory made the man rise from sitting and get excited again. It was ten o'clock night that Asher was coming home now, sure Yuki was asleep by now.

While Yuki was waiting at home with a restless feeling. Asher always tells her if there is overtime, but tonight let alone tell her to raise her phone no, Yuki's message is also only read doang without reply.

Yuki finally ventured to contact Alwi, after getting information from Alwi, Yuki immediately rushed down to meet Mama Rianti.

"Am I Sky? I'm going to Mas Asher's office not home yet" Yuki said, trying to neutralize his anxiety.

"But it's been a night, baby, you shouldn't be in between."

"No need to Mah, I'll just take the bike." Yuki was wearing a jacket, gloves and also a mask. Don't forget socks because they feel cold. It was just saying goodbye to the raging feeling. He was afraid Asher misunderstood and something unwanted happened.

Forgive me who is not good at carrying myself. Stupid you Yuki. Look even he doesn't want to go home.

Yuki continues to condemn the stupidity of himself which again makes Asher's misunderstanding increasingly become. A dim night, a slight drizzle did not hinder his intention to keep crashing at him. Yuki rode the motor at moderate speed and carefully. Good thing is unachievable, poor cannot be avoided. Suddenly the car lights panned from the opposite direction making Yuki's focus ambyar due to the bright glare of the car lights.

S....!!!

The motorbike driven by Yuki was hit from the opposite direction because it had rung. Collision can not be avoided, Yuki bounced his body hit the road barrier. Traffic was immediately choked up completely, jammed all the way. The scene of the accident was immediately visited by police and tried to contact the victim's family.

While Asher is on his way home listening to music heard streaming from his car's radio speakers, as friends break the silence amid the traffic jam.

Because it stuck for too long, he became a little kepo and wanted to know what was causing the traffic jam. Asher accidentally opened the window and peeked outside.

"Mas, it's a long traffic jam why? not usually this late hour jammed gini." Asher tried to ask someone else who was both stuck in traffic and lowered the window of his car.

"Said the patrolman, there was a crash Mas in front, the motorbike hit by a truck. Girl, still young pity her," muttered a man who was next to her.

"Owh.. pantes are jammed."

"Patience, it looks like it will be a long time. Just got home from work? Better call the Mas house people so as not to feel anxious." The guy next to him looked more mature and familiar.

"Thank You." Asher took one cigarette from his pack, he thought smoking could also be a solution to saturation in the middle of congestion.

Asher was about to light the tip of his cigarette, suddenly his memory immediately floated on his wife. He became very longing, although there was a sense of disappointment and sadness, but the love was more dominating.

Long Asher was silent and stuck in traffic, until the end of his little by little the car began to run regularly following the one in front of him. Slowly Asher and the other cars moved forward regularly.

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Asher's phone trembled several times, he glanced at a glance. Because he was stuck in traffic finally he decided to look at his cell phone for a moment. His wife's name was on her cell phone screen. Asher breathed heavily before finally wiping the green button on the screen.

"Good Night." The voice over there sounded masculine.

"Yes, sorry who is this? isn't this my wife's cell phone number" Asher replied perplexedly.

"Sorry whose brother? we from the police want to inform you that someone who has this phone had an accident," the police said briefly.

"WHAT!!!?"

Oath by whatever Asher instantly lemes instantly. His memory was fixed on the words of the man earlier. 'Young girls hit a truck.' The shadow that does not directly control his mind.

***

Asher was running around the hospital Corridor with a raging heart. Guilt immediately haunted him. He was afraid something would happen to his wife. Mama Rianti and Pak Dika came following with faces that were no less panicked. Yuki's parents are on their way to the hospital.

Asher sat in the waiting chair with an anxious look. He couldn't even forgive himself until something happened to his wife. According to Mama, Yuki is desperate to go to the office at night because she feels anxious about him who never goes home and gives news. Asher regretted, begrudging himself who never picked up the phone or replied to his message.

Doctors are still examining Yuki while Asher continues to chant prayers for his wife's safety. Asher was stunned, he was crying on Mama Rianti's shoulder.

After a few hours of waiting, the doctor who handled Yuki came out of the room with a sad face. Asher immediately approached the Doctor followed by Mama and Papa who were impatient to know Yuki's condition.

"Dok how is my wife? Is the wound bad?" Asher immediately asked impatient questions. Anyone who's ever been in Asher's position must have done the same. The man looked at the Doctor with an anxious look.

"The collision in his head is quite severe, fortunately the victim was immediately taken to the hospital. For the time being critical patients please remain calm and patient. The doctor will handle it as best as possible."

Lemas, Asher's body like powerless, he danced to the side and directly on Papa Dika papah. It felt like the spirit just evaporated, clear circles from his eyes were already jostling out wet cheeks that looked sweet.

Fragile as wingless.