The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 58: Longing

Mesha was screaming in his sleep. Bagas and Mayang walked quickly to his daughter's room. When they entered, they saw their daughter crying, sitting on the bed.

"What's up, Nduk? Another nightmare?" mayang asked, stroking his daughter's hair. Mesha.

"cha ... Echa's scared, Mom."

"Fearful? Same who?"

Mesha recounts details of the man he saw in his dream and at Sri's house some time ago. However, Mayang and Bagas asked him not to think about it. It was just a dream. Sleeping flowers.

When the two of them had returned to their own room, the two husbands fell silent. They think of something.

"Sir, I remember a long time ago when Echa was a kid."

"Mother also thinks like that, Mom."

"Did that thing start bothering our son again? It's been a while, why is it like that again?"

"Come, Ma. I was sleepy, going to bed first. Tomorrow still at work."

The next day, Mesha woke up early. He prepared breakfast for both his parents. They were confused when they woke up.

"Well, what's wrong?" chirps Mayang.

"It's okay, ma'am. Echa wakes up too early, confused about what to do."

"Go."

At exactly six o'clock, Mesha said goodbye to his parents. He drives to Sri Warung. Help the woman organize her trade. While Sri cooks in the kitchen stall. After renovating, the shop became more spacious. There is a kitchen that is not too big, but it can work well. It makes it easier for Sri to stoke back food or side dishes that have been used up.

Mesha had just finished his job cleaning the table. He heard the voice of a man greeting. The man was surprised when he saw himself. Like I ever knew him.

"Want breakfast, Mas? What message?"

Zayan stole a glance at the girl standing before him. He felt really familiar with the woman.

"Eat, Ma'am. Just put on the egg."

"Oh, yes. Wait a minute, Mas."

Mesha comes with an order as Zayan takes off his jacket. He put food in front of the man. His eyes caught an object poking out of the man's long sleeves. Chests rumbling. Sure that he recognized that thing.

"Eh, Mas Zay. Tumben breakfast here?"

"Yes, Mom. Mbahkung is going on a pilgrimage. So, I don't eat breakfast at home."

"Oh, so."

Mesha retreated slowly when he heard Sri mention that name. Now he was sure to be right, the man in front of him was the man he had been looking for. He was happy, seeing Zayan grow up to be a handsome and charismatic man. Exactly what he had imagined.

Mesha continued to hold his own chest. He held back his feelings. Realize that she has lost her husband twice. Even now he is afraid if he approaches the man again, the man will be doomed as he has been. His cries were muffled by his two hands covering his mouth.

Sri saw the strange giraffe Mesha. He approached the young woman.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Mesha. He quickly wiped away the tears in both his eyes and cheeks. Then smile.

"It's okay, Mom. There's nothing. Just ...."

"If you are not healthy, just rest, Nduk. I'm gonna finish my cooking."

After Sri went to the kitchen. Mesha continued to look at Zayan who was enjoying the food on his plate. Inwardly, it felt like he was sitting in front of the man, then opened his identity and accompanied him as long as the man ate his food. However, the shadows of the nightmare prevented it.

Mesha did not dare to go out again until Zayan left the stall. Though the man looked around, looking for his figure.

"Are you sure it's okay, Nduk?" sri asked when she saw Mesha's facial expression.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm healthy."

"Sir, your father ordered some food for the employee's lunch order in his office."

"Sent there, Mom?"

"Yes, since you came home. We also provide inter-messaging services."

"Oh, that. Hold on, Mom, I'll finish this. I'll help you pack it too."

Mesha stood awkwardly in the lobby carrying a few parcels in both hands. A security guard approached him, asking for his need to come there.

"Here, I'm from the diner. It was my father who asked me to deliver the orders of the employees, sir."

"Oh, Father who?"

"Sir Zulkifli."

"Oah, Mr. Zul. Go straight into the kitchen, ma'am."

The security guard looked at Mesha who was walking up to the top floor.

"That's Mr Zul's son? Very beautiful," muttered the security guard earlier.

Arriving upstairs, Mesha stood in the hallway. He's confused. Looking for someone he can ask. Moments later, he saw a young woman coming out of the room.

"Mbak, Sorry. Which kitchen, huh?"

"Bak straight to it, keep turning left. At the very end, it's the kitchen."

"Oh, so. Thank you, Ma'am."

Mesha walked steadily in the direction the woman pointed at earlier. However, he passed through a room with a box divider. His heart was racing when he saw the new face this morning ravaging his heart.

The figure of the girl who was sitting on her back to Mesha and sitting in front of the man, made her turn her face. He thought, it is not impossible if a man like Zayan already has a lover or even a wife. He also has been married twice. Although his heart ached, he tried to hold it.

"Lho, Nduk-san. Have you arrived, To? Why don't you just call me?" Zulkifli approached Mesha with the working equipment still in his hands.

"Eh, that, sir .. I'm afraid you're busy."

"Ndak, to. Come on, help me get him to the kitchen."

"Yes, sir."

Mesha took out the food from the plastic bag. Stacking it on the kitchen table.

"It's just here, sir?"

"Yes, Nduk. Usually they'll come get their own food and pay for it."

"Oh, yes, sir. Here's the price list for mom's deposit."

After Mesha neatly arranged the food earlier, he said goodbye back to the stall.

"Thank you, Nduk." Zulkifli's last words as the woman came out of the kitchen.

Mesha looked at Zayan's empty workplace. The man went nowhere.

"B*doh! After all, why should I think of a man who may be the husband of another man or the lover of another woman?" gerutu Mesha's.

Exiting the Bentala Swarga group's office, Mesha sees a girl stopping a taxi. It was like recognizing this woman. However, that figure had already gotten into the car.

"It's like Grisa. Why is he here? Does he work here too? But as I recall, he's still in college. Ah, stop!" mumbles Mesha.

Arriving at the stall, Mesha helps Sri who is busy serving customers who are increasingly crowded. His eyes caught the figure of a man dressed all in black as he looked towards the opposite side of the street. He shook his head.

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