The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 5's

DETERIORATED

The time shows at 19:45, the return hour has been in effect since 4 pm. It means I've missed my time home so much. A greeting from behind the door, made me realize that it was time to go home. Mr. Bambang, my office security reminds you to come home soon. I'll clean up my desk immediately. For some reason, as if my energy had become many times stronger, ever since I decided to change a new habit - without Zaky.

I ordered the car through the application, today I deliberately did not bring a motorcycle, because I was invited to go home later that night. This is how I enjoy the pain. I have to admit, the consequences of my decision are pain. Without Zaky, I really feel unusual. Slender. Silent. End in pain in the heart. But I survived.

I wait for the arrival of the car I ordered, Pak Bambang again offered me a seat.

“Please sit Bu Dea”, Mr. Bambang thrust a plastic chair at me.

“Thank you, “ I received a seat and then sat down

I noticed Mr. Bambang well, while the one with the face seems to be busy doing a recap of the guest report in and out. My reverie led to an supposition, a P. Bambang I estimate his age is currently about 35 years old, not old. Having a regular physique, it just happens to have a height of about 185cm. The skin is jet black with a face that is also mediocre. She was married, 2 years ago to a village girl who was only 18 years old. According to the information I heard, they were met at a night market in a neighboring village and it only took them 2 months to get married. P.Bambang is currently blessed with a 1-year-old son. A happy little family.

I suppose, a P.Bambang with a mediocre physical there is a soul mate, then did I who have tried to keep my body as well as possible, born without a soul mate???

“Bu Dea”, P.Bambang's voice surprised me. Instantly I felt ashamed, imagining someone more to compare. Fortunately P. Bambang does not know. Surely not, because it's just my daydream.

Time showed at 21:30, I broke down. May this tiredness soon drown me and I can fall asleep. I tried to open my phone, 5 missed calls. From someone who succeeded in torturing me with this feeling. It seems like when I took a shower and ate earlier the phone rang, of course I didn't hear.

I have to admit, there's a sense of pleasure infiltrating my heart. But immediately replaced the feeling of disappointment, because the look of Zaky's face some time ago that seemed no longer trying to defend me. Even these few days, he was doing a refraction against me and my heart.

I thought for a moment about calling him. But I say, I'm not ready. Even if you want to, I hold. Until I finally decided to turn off my phone. I think this is the best way.

I put my face in the pillow. I came back crying. Why does love become so heavy. To me. I miss. Gotta admit. Missing him, he who is currently with his insensitivity let and hangs my status.

I fell asleep, but not for how long I woke up. For some reason, it was as if my conscience was rebelling to want to lead me to activate the phone and contact Zaky.

The more I resist, the stronger my heart desires. God, I really gave up. Please, save me. This time alone, I was really in a bad state. Not even very good.

I fell asleep again. Maybe too tired. Falling asleep in an injured state. Donning.