The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 20's
FOSTERING NEW HOPE
A glass of juice, a plate of fruit salad plus 2 chocolate bars. Lude. Either because of hunger or really want to vent emotions. I am actually full now. I saw the clock at 17:15, I was in my room all day. I'm getting bored.
I decided to take a shower, hopefully giving it a fresh effect so I didn't show my pillow face in front of my parents. After the shower, I immediately went down to the living room. I saw my mom and dad chatting in a video call.
Apparently on a video call with her grandchildren, I see it so fun. To the point of not realizing as I passed by beside them. I decided to go to the terrace of the house, there are some plants that are well cared for by my father as a filler for free time after retirement.
I haven't enjoyed the night air on my porch in a long time. It turned out that the plants my father cared for were thriving. There are various kinds of flowers and medicinal plants there. I was so amused, so cute I was that I didn't realize that my house had a pretty beautiful garden. This time I suddenly had time to pay more attention to my surroundings. Pain sometimes teaches us many things. In addition to the pain itself.
Suddenly I remembered a message from Hafiz. Email. Well.I have to open it right away. I saw through my phone, because I was lazy enough to go up to my room and open my laptop. I looked at one by one, sentences by sentence. Oh my!!! Surabaya??? Tomorrow at 5 in the morning???
Crazy Hafiz, suddenly !
This was quite unusual, giving a sudden order and ...wait a minute, I observed the date of sending the email. Ah ternayata was yesterday morning. I just remembered, I asked him to send me an email yesterday morning. I was almost embarrassed to protest.
I looked back at the list I had to prepare. Fortunately all is available, just need to communicate with Deby for final preparation. I'll call Deby right away, and thank God everything's ready.
Tomorrow at 5 am I have to leave for Surabaya, the event starts at 08.00 am, of course our team must also prepare. Service providers like us must be able to appear primed and full of careful preparation. I saw at 21:30, I decided to go up to my room immediately. I hope I can sleep well tonight.
A message came in, Hafiz
“New order open email,”
Huh uh?? How could he know, I really suspected Hafiz was stalking me. He even knows the details of my every activity.
I gave you a smile emoticon reply
“Already expected,” replied Hafiz.
I returned the message, this time I sent the emoticon to apologize.
“Tomorrow I will pick you up, Deby and Tika will also be in my car. The other kids used office cars. Surabaya can also be cold in the morning. I pick up at 5.15,” Hafiz gives the order.
“Ok boss,” I replied.
Mindful, understanding, and compassionate. Perfect. But I have no interest in replacing Zaky in my heart. At least for now, I just want to focus on my career.
I actually wanted to go to sleep, but suddenly I was interested in seeing Zaky's bracelet the other day. I saw my hands that were suitable to wear that barbed. Minimalist bracelet inscribed with diamonds, a fancy parting gift in my opinion.Even if Zaky refuses to call it a parting gift. When I left the jewelry box in my wardrobe, I took off my bracelet and Zaky's ring and put it away. I think it'll be a lot more lightening for me to forget it soon.
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At 04:00, I woke up and immediately prepared myself. I shower and put on the uniform. Somehow unconsciously as if someone led me to go back to the bathroom, I took ablution. Immediately I held the prayer mat and I used the face. I had the dawn prayer, which I honestly did less often.
I raise my hand, begging for forgiveness for my negligence all along. This time there was a tremendous force that infiltrated my heart, moving my limbs to fulfill the obligation of prayer, which I had neglected more often. This time I decided to direct all the mistakes and my wishes. Thank you for waking me up this morning, which means there is still new hope for me.
Time shows at 05:00, soon Hafiz will pick me up. Soon I went down and took the time to brew the warm, not to forget I brought also 1 large thermos, for my friends in the car later. I opened the refrigerator, I found a few packets of snacks there, and I brought them.
It turned out that my mother was just about to start cooking, a little surprised to see me tidy in the morning. I forgot to tell you if there was an event this morning in Surabaya. While I was still packing, the door was knocked. Soon I hurry, it must be my friends. I immediately say goodbye to my mother and leave.
We left for 5, Hafiz, me, Deby, Tika, and Hendra. Tika chose to sit alone on the back bench, the reason for this is to continue sleeping. Hendra sat next to Hafiz behind the wheel. Deby and I are in the middle.
“Anyone wants tea?”, I took out supplies and was immediately greeted enthusiastically by my friends.
Laughter accompanied us on our journey. Tika who initially lenda sleeping, so urung. We discuss various things here, ranging from the most important affairs in the class of celebrity gossip, to the promotion program that will be closed next month. I immediately remembered my last meeting with Zaky. I said goodbye to the program. Proper escape, if others need to cry for days to mourn fate and then still can not move on for a long time, I prefer to be productive. That's my principle.
In the past when Pram betrayed me, it took me 2 days to cry and cry. Then I diverted my energy and mind to join the capacity building program held in the city of Bandung for a week. Coming home from there I felt more extraordinary, and the bonus I could go up in office. Sometimes a pain can subside if countered with productivity. That's according.
Likewise, this time, I hope that after the program in Jogja is completed, it also completes my business with Zaky. I want to start my new life soon, with a new love and certainly a new person. I hope that.
From that moment I was busy with my own thoughts, sometimes I smiled at the behavior of my friends. Apparently Hafiz was watching me from behind the glass. Until I finally realized, from earlier he did not lift his gaze from me. Suddenly I was misbehaving as our gazes clashed. Fortunately the others were unaware, soon I pretended to be busy with my gadget.
Finally we arrived at the location, still at 07:15, other colleagues who use office cars have also arrived, Hafiz as a team leader today allowed us to prepare and gather at the hall in 20 minutes. We automatically split up, some went to the toilet and some went straight to the hall
Deby approached me, apparently he had caught a peculiarity in my face. The eyes that I tried to hide with make up, it was still clear. Deby put his sunglasses on.
“Wear this mbak, come home later I'm ready to hear your story. Excitement for today,” Deby smiles optimistically.
Yahhh….He is a great friend, I am lucky to have him. I'll wear glasses on loan from Deby. We went to the toilet to make a look. This time is the launching event of one of the banking products, owned by one of the private banks in Surabaya. We are trusted to organize this event. As always we have to be excellent, professionalism above all else.
After the agreed time arrived, Hafiz took a briefing and handed out tasks to each of our team members. After praying together, we immediately spread according to the agreed task force. This time the event is quite large, the fighter comes from all provinces in Indonesia. This is also a promotional event for our company, if this title is successful. It will be very good for our company's future career.
At 14:15 p.m., the show ends. Great success for today's event. The event closed with a briefing, as usual Hafiz appreciated the teamwork today while still providing a record of evaluation. At 15:20, we rushed home. We returned home 5, this time Hendra was behind the wheel. Tika asked to sit in the front, as she reasoned her head was dizzy. Deby automatically takes a position in the back bench, reasoned to want to sleep. Really well conditioned. Finally, Hafiz and I sat in the middle.
“Feeling nganter people want marriage yes..”, Tika started her joke. This time I was really bullied. I pretended to be relaxed while still focusing on looking at my gadget. In this car not only me and Hafiz can be paired, others can still, I thought
“Udah Bang. Hunting ntar kebaya shop on the lid tuh.wkwkwkk”, this time gentian Hendra chiming
“Doain aja...ntar also you who will be WO nya”, Hafiz answered lightly. I was embarrassed too, my face was red. I thought he would evade, justifying. I'm really getting the wrong way. The atmosphere of the car became boisterous instantly. This time it was me and Hafiz who were the ingredients. Even as a leader in our team, Hafiz can be very relaxed outside of work hours. That's what makes dai able to get along with all employees, including from different divisions.
For a moment I forgot about my relationship with Zaky. As promised, we have not contacted each other since the last meeting. There was a true longing flashing in the depths of my heart. But I hesitated to continue it, because that longing is now a longing that is off-limits to me.
A notification of incoming messages
Giovani
“The way was a success, thanks for the good cooperation with your EO. Unfortunately I did not have time nyapa”
The gio? Turns out he was there too. But I didn't see it at all, probably because I was focused on my work. But who exactly is he? Participants kah, or..don't-don't just ..he's the organizer of the bank.
I immediately looked for the contract file sent by Hafiz yesterday, I read again one by one to find the name of Giovani. But I failed to find him. Finally I asked Hafiz, the possibility of the name Giovani involved in the event.
“As I recall the Bank's Marketing Manager was named Mr. Anggara, but I forgot his full name. If it is not wrong, G. Anggara Putra's. Could be he might. “G”, what abbreviation yes, not explained there too. Who is he?”, Hafiz asked.
“His sister is Mb Bella, a Surabaya person as well. It sends a message to me, saying thank you for the success. Emmm..when was the day I met the time of the show arisan keluarag at Mas Candra, I replied.
“Ooooo...”, Hafiz replied in a flat tone.
We finally went home to each other. One by one we drove home, the last time I was in the car with Hafiz. This time I feel awkward. A strange feeling suddenly crept in me.
“Day Saturday afternoon at home there is another study. Lala said she misses you, she wants to invite you to follow,” Hafiz breaks the silence.
“Lala, kangen? Lala what..eheemmm,” I tried to break the awkward race between us.
I agree with Hafiz's invitation. There's no harm to me. There I can meet friendly people. Hafiz's extended family at the first meeting with me gave a warm welcome and I was comfortable with it. Besides, I can also explore religious knowledge. I honestly am still minimal.
Hafiz drove me home and said goodbye to my parents. I immediately headed to the room and cleaned myself up. A very exciting and at the same time amazing day. Thank you for giving me a second chance.
I put myself in bed, I grabbed my phone. I remember not returning a message from Gio.
“Thank you again, hopefully in the future can work together again, “amku with formal spelling
I waited for a while, but there was no reply. I decided to turn the radio, my favorite when I needed some quiet. Listening to the chatter of the radio announcer, an original creativity in my opinion. I stopped the button on one of the channels, I know this song………..
I'm beginning to forget
First, feel lara
By the broken hope
Until serious injury
Thank you guys
The former line
And all who leave
Without having it
None of which I regret
Just got me trained
This is how it feels to be trained to be heartbroken
Face bitter trained hurt
Clapping one hand (usual)
Left for no reason (usual)
It's full of wounds for sure but I'm still singing
Long time no I heard about him
The deepest wounds
One thing I know
Sometimes he misses too
Thank you guys
The former line
And all who leave
Without having it
None of which I regret
Just got me trained
This is how it feels to be trained to be heartbroken
Face her trained…
Trained heartbreak, it seems like this song is specially played for me, I muttered. Again there is always someone who perfects the state of heartbreak someone.For example this song, can be very fitting with the current state of my heart.
The wound is certain, but I must stay strong and move on with my life. I fell asleep and went deeper. It seems like my body and mind do need a break. This time I fell asleep more comfortably, compared to yesterday.
I woke up, it seemed like it was midnight. I saw on my desk a glass of tea, which seemed to be cold. Apparently my mother prepared, but did not have the heart to build my deep sleep. There are also two pieces of fried bananas. Ah. Thank ye.
I said the food my mother sent, I filled with enthusiasm. I woke up hungry. While I was looking at my phone, there was an incoming message. Who the hell are these nights still calling me? I asked in my heart.
The message was sent at 20:10, and I was apparently asleep. I started opening them one by one.
Hafiz
“Lala earlier I gave you your number, he said someone would like to be delivered directly to you”
I mean, what would Lala say? I thought about replying to the message, but I paled it because it was past midnight.
Deby
“Mbak De, tomorrow morning there is a briefing with holding as well as a deadline for submitting a program to Jogja. If so follow, immediately open the email, there are requirements that must be completed”
Jogja's?
Shall?
This time I was upset, was this the right decision?
Or do I just need an escape?
Will my parents allow it?
I asked back in my heart.
I determined my intention, this time I must not retreat. Although I initially used this as a way to move on, hopefully there or after returning from there, of course there will be a lot of good that I get. This is probably the best way God has sent me.
Even if destiny is repeatedly not on my side, but this time I want to try to make peace with my destiny. I'll figure out where fate will take my foot. Maybe Jogja is the next door of fate that I have to open. So that I can immediately close the door of destiny that I have passed with Zaky and end up with this failure.
The wound I am currently trying to heal, will be my encouragement. I will always remember this day, the day I tried to get back up after falling many times. I deserve to be happy, happy for me, for my family and my future little family.
Valuable experience left behind by Pram. Being with Zaky, separated by differences and parental blessing, is part of my journey. If God still lets me live now, that means there's still a good chance for me. I believe that.
Tonight I feel so great. A gentle touch permeated my heart, dripping it while giving me strength to reach myself and rise from the brink. I'll take that chance. I am now and I will always fight. Thank you fate for the hurt and laughter you sent me.
