The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 31
WOUNDS, TIME, AND NEW HOPE
I'm back to the rhythm of my old work. Maybe more precisely the rhythm of work at times when I try to forget Zaky. Work is the best way to forget, for me. I may also need to be grateful, in the midst of my personal problems, I do not stumble over economic problems.
This afternoon I had the opportunity to have lunch with my entire team. I feel happy. Maybe true, gathering with many people will make you young. One of them may be this, seeing the joking sentiment of my entire team that seems to forget the target this month which is still reached 70%. It could also be how they come up with new ideas.
Some say that time is the best medicine to heal a wound. But for some injuries, time will only worsen it. I don't know which side Lukaku is on. Sembh because of time, or it will be inflamed swallowed by time. I try to enjoy this togetherness, a rare occurrence since I occupied this position.
Nadya approached me by handing me a rose. Beautiful and fragrant.
“what is this?”, my question
“awards for someone who has tried to toughen”, Nadya replied to applause from all the teams present. I feel overwhelmed. Hugged her. Thank ye.
“thank you allaaa. I am proud to be part of this team”, I said. An effective lunch. I should be grateful, once again grateful. This situation made me realize that destiny was not entirely unjust to me. When I was devastated by disappointment, on the other hand I was still strengthened by those who were watching me.
After work I had an appointment with one of the marketing a car leasing. I intend to take a new car with a rental system, I think this will be my encouragement to work. The income I get in this position, is enough if I use it to pay the car installment every month. All this time I still use my father's car, of course I also want to have it myself from my hard work.
The agreed time and place have arrived. I met that marketing at a coffee shop. This initial meeting, I still want to first know the terms and also the rules of this credit game. This neat and dignified figure sat before me now.
Marketing : “Sore Bu Dea, I Effendi who several days ago contacted my mother for the benefit of the unit collection plan in our company.”
Dea :”Sore's. We can go directly to the explanation and terms?”
Marketing was also very deft and skillfully explain in detail the things that will later lead me to reach an agreement. Of course, marketing is trained for that. But in addition to his expertise in explaining the details of the product, this man before me does have an amazing ability to communicate.
And finally! I decided to cooperate with this leasing and take a city car unit that I had adjusted the installment to my ability. Regarding the survey process and others, it takes up to a week ahead. I immediately finished my meeting and prepared to go home.
On the way, I thought back to my delayed plan to visit Hafiz's parents. Maybe this time I need to be realising. It was not dark either. I decided to stop by one of the cake shops as a souvenir. Immediately after that I slid towards the residence of Hafiz's parents.
Arriving at Hafiz's house, I was greeted with a hug by Hafiz's mother. I felt the warm embrace. It was this sincerity that made me feel close to him. I looked around the living room, clearly emblazoned with a photo of the Hafiz family, at my application some time ago. What a sweet memory that. A little while later Lala and the rest of her family also met me. It turns out they all miss me.
Happy to be among those who love us. I was there for about an hour. I try to make it clear that, even if Hafiz is now gone, his family's existence will still matter to me. Hafiz was gone, but his affection was continued by his extended family to me. I finally said goodbye to go home.
The journey from Hafiz's house to my house tonight was lighter. It was as if the burden that had been on my shoulders had slowly begun to decrease. I have begun to cultivate an awareness in myself, that every togetherness that will lead to separation. Then a meeting will reappear and a new relationship will be re-established, so life will continue.
Right now I also have to have a top priority, which is to organize my future. Of course, every failure that I have to experience in life, certainly saves a variety of wisdom. Maybe I just need to ask God to strengthen me.
Until this journey, I finally realized why God separated me from my first love. If only I had insisted on being with him, my household would have ended up in the middle of the road because of the betrayal committed by him.
While with Hafiz, maybe I who do not fully understand, God took it even before we had time together. Maybe this is how God loves me. Had I been his wife, I would have been a widow by this time.
Sometimes it may be true, God will break the heart of a servant many times, only to save from a real sadness and to meet the right person.
I wanted to buy ice cream. It seems to be effective to improve mood. If added a bar of chocolate will certainly be more mantab. Without a second thought, I steered my car towards a minimarket. After I properly parked my vehicle, I rushed in.
While I was picking ice cream, I was surprised by someone pulling my clothes from the side. I looked, a four-year-old girl was struggling with me. I looked around, whose child is this? But I saw no one but this cute little girl.
I crouched down and greeted him. This sweet boy what's his name?
“Mother....” answer.
Apparently this little guy thinks I'm his mother. I asked him the same question again. This time he did not answer, but instead pointed at the ice cream in my hand. I also gave it to him. The little guy smiled with excitement.
“Thank you..” said.
“Smart girl, mother where is son? Let aunt deliver”, I said
Unexpectedly this little one even took my hand, asking me to hold her. I grabbed and held him. I looked around, still not finding any signs of the existence of this Little one's parents.
Until finally, the Little One pointed at someone and shouted…. PAAA.PAAA.
“Jasmine. Papa until panicked looking for you nak”, said someone and grabbed the Little One from my sling.
I hesitated to hand it over, worried that I would hand it over to the wrong person. It seemed that my expression was realized by that someone. Then he kindly extended a hand.
“I'm Farhan, Jasmine's Papa. Sorry, my son is troubling you”, he said
“I Dea, nda kok This little guy is so cute”, I gently stroked Jasmine red cheeks. At first glance I saw this handsome man in front of me, of course it already belongs to someone else. Jasmine as proof. His sturdy body and the charm of his eyes are alluring, what an incredible magnet. Very lucky to have had it. I immediately returned to my consciousness and took my leave to head for the cashier.
“Then I excuse”, I say goodbye
“Delay...”.Jasmine whined spoiledly pointing at me. Of course I'm surprised. This little boy still thinks of me as his mother.
“Tantenya want to go home son. Jasmine is a good boy.” said Farhan trying to hold back his son from coming with me. Then he called someone and asked to calm Jasmine down. I'm still a little confused, how can a child recognize another person as his mother?
My confusion was resolved. Farhan explains that Jasmine was abandoned by her mother after she was born. I became pityed and got a little carried away by him. But soon I returned to my consciousness and we parted towards each other's homes.
