Arriving at the office, I sat down right on the swivel chair. The room, which was once bustling, was suddenly as silent as a grave. Arjuna was able to make this day very strange, having previously been present with a male figure made him comfortable.
However, in a flash of action he disappeared as if eaten by time. Occasionally I stare at an empty room, the former bench of a man with a thin mustache always flashes a smile when he stares. And Arjuna's action made me feel very lost, he also occasionally took this picture of himself when he was seriously working.
The position of the body becomes upright, looking back at the trash can which was the root of a problem. Yes, I took back the photo of Renata in the trash. Strictly speaking, that woman was becoming a current calamity.
I can't figure out why they still keep it in the cupboard, even though that woman is a long-forgotten ex-girlfriend. As a result of the incident, made me slam it on the floor. Fragments were heard outside the office.
Then the door to the room opened very wide, along with my body position which had pressed against the table using both hands. It turned out that the two bodyguards had come, looking straight at me at this time.
"Boss, what happened?" asked the guard.
"What are you doing here? Go! Go!" I screamed like crazy.
"Boss why, huh?" asked the guard as he stepped out.
After the two well-built men came out, I sat down again on the chair. Together with the cell phone box and flipping through the box. Occasionally a small smile decorates the face, of the beautiful memories these two days with Arjuna.
'Why can I think of Arjuna like this, huh? After all, he is a man just like me. Is... this is what is called... ah, it can't be happening.'
After having fun, I opened my laptop again and tried to focus. The time continues to roll on, making yourself have to forget what is impossible to remember anymore. However, the portrait of Arjuna's face is still present in memory. The man always makes the wrong focus, even going around the contents of the head.
Occasionally I stare at my cell phone, waiting for a reply to a text message from Arjuna that never comes. Instantly, the phone vibrated, brought a notification and turned on the phone.
Dret-dret....
I swiftly took out my cell phone and answered the call:
[Hello, what are you doing with me. Just go away, you think I wasn't looking for you earlier. Oh, yeah, why aren't my WA messages answered?]
The interlocutor was silent, without a word he said. While I've been rocking non-stop. After looking again at the cellphone screen, it turned out that the call was from the father.
'Good grief! I'm finished, luckily I didn't let it slip that Arjuna's name was.'
[Andrew, what's wrong with you son?] he asked.
[Father ... guess who. Sorry, earlier. Andrew ... ah, forget it. What's up calling so late?] I asked back.
[You're still in the office, right? Father wants to tell you, don't come home late at night. Today father will go abroad with your mother, there is important business with uwak in the Netherlands. You take care of the house, take care of yourself, and take care of the company.]
[Well, really, is that so? I can't if you guys—.]
Tut-tut-tut....
The phone went dead very quickly. Then I sat back down on the chair while exhaling heavily. Originally estimated that the summons came from Arjuna, in fact it was not. With a heavy heart, I finally had to stay alone at home.
Father's departure is very unpredictable, his return is so uncertain when. He said one month, but it can take up to three months. Even longer. Today I just focused on my cellphone, stared at the WA number and hoped that there would be a reply from Arjuna.
Occasionally I stalk the photos, pose with a smile, making this heart beat fast. That strange feeling just grew, a heart that was no master even made the desire to make love come back.
But I don't want to give love to people of the same kind, especially to Arjuna. I confidently claim that finally the man with the dragon tattoo reciprocated this ridiculous feeling. As much as possible I just consider him a friend, because he also does not necessarily have the same feelings.
By evening, I had finished work and it was time to go home. With alacrity, I took my car keys and put on my sunglasses. Footsteps carried me out of the room, unsteady footsteps brought my body towards the elevator. The first floor was the original goal, moving swiftly like a gust of wind.
I arrived downstairs, while employees were passing by here and there. Right on a terrace, I found Brama who was motionless without a sound. The company's new employee was playing on his cell phone.
Seeing my presence, Brama turned his head. "Uh, Boss. Want to go home?"
"Yeah, you didn't come home either? Why are you still here?" I asked curiously.
"I'm waiting for cousin Boss. We're going home together, he'll be here in a minute."
"Oh, your house isn't the one in the alley, is it?" I asked again.
"Yes, that's right. How come the boss knows I live there?"
"You know, because you often come out of that alley when you want to go to work. I accidentally saw it, when I wanted to ask you to go out together, someone already picked you up. Oh, yeah, who's that man you were with?" I asked.
Brama was silent for a moment, he thought hard in answering. "Hmmm...she is a cousin, Boss."
"Oh, your cousin."
"Why so, Boss?" he asked probingly.
"No, because I seem to have seen it but forgot where."
Not long after talking, a white car came from outside the office heading towards the terrace. Maybe it was an invitation from Brama's cousin. The man with black glasses opened his car door and looked at Brama.
"Boss, then I'll say goodbye first," said Brama.
"Oh, please. I'm going home too, really."
Brama rushed into the car, then the driver turned on his clarkson and went straight around the company garden. Then I rushed to the parking lot, opened the car and entered the black rooster's vehicle.
Because the atmosphere was quite quiet, I lit the tip by humming today's POP songs. The new artist's melodious rendition of old band songs was heard, so I followed the rhythm and sang non-stop.
Along the way, the speed of the car is very low, due to traffic jams as usual. The metropolitan city, when it is late afternoon, makes drivers feel like they have been spammed several times by a green application. Inevitably, I stopped and lined up neatly with other riders.
The stare is only for a moment, then occasionally stares at the cellphone on the chair. All this time the phone has been very quiet, even more silent than what's in my heart right now. Without any notification even though it's just a wrong connection.
Then I ate yesterday's leftover cake beside the seat, there were also snacks and soft drinks. While waiting for the streets to be quiet, and get rid of boredom.
'It's been a long time, the road is quiet. It's not like it's usually only a few minutes, it just makes me bored in the car,' I muttered to myself.
While behind the body, the driver also turns on his clarkson a lot and seems to close his eyes, if the road is indeed very congested. It seemed that something had happened up ahead, because it was unusual and the sound of an ambulance could be heard faintly a few meters away.
To be continued...