At a time when everyone may have gone to their respective dreamland, I am still trapped in my room with a mountain of files. I glanced at the wall clock hanging in one corner of my room, it was almost 9 pm. I wanted to curse my boss with swearing, but I couldn’t do that. Well maybe the best option is that I have to pay my job in installments.

With the intention of half cursing I returned to finish my work. I have to go home soon and hug my little angel that I gave birth to 4 years ago normally. My room is located on the 7th floor of this building. Almost all of the employees have gone home since this afternoon. I faintly heard footsteps getting closer to my room and I knew very well who it was. He was the one who had the heart to set me up with this pile of files.

KREK~~~

The door to my room opened and it was true that I suspected that person was Dwian Agung Hidayat, my superior and best friend. Wait a minute, what did I call him? Friend? The kind of friend who would bother his own best friend. I pretended to only focus on my work and didn’t care about his presence, afraid that the pen that was in my hand would fall on his forehead. I don’t want to be labeled as an insolent subordinate to my superiors.

“Are you working overtime, Sya?” I suppressed the emotions that would burn my soul by closing my eyes for a moment. I thought it was crazy, he asked a question whose answer already came from him. Oh God, don’t make me lose control of myself, I prayed in my heart. I'm too lazy to serve him, so the answer to his question I answered only with a sigh.

I feel something strange, Agung and I are people with the same character. We hate silence. I had to turn my attention to look at Agung who seemed to be thinking about something. I asked what was wrong with him, but he didn’t give me a satisfactory answer. I want to be a psychic who can read other people’s minds. I looked closely at Agung’s irises, there was a lot of sweat dripping down his forehead indicating there was something this man was hiding from me.

“So why, Gung?” I asked Agung. I even pushed my head forward just to demand an explanation from him. But what did I get? He actually ordered this work to be completed. Although dissatisfied, I chose to carry out his orders. My work was finally finished in almost 30 minutes, I needed to stretch my muscles first before returning to ask my best friend who looked different tonight. Where’s the chatter going tonight? Is there a serious problem he’s hiding?

“Gung!” My exclamation was cut short when he offered me dinner. I was hesitant to say yes to his wish, but I know my best friend very well. We are not children who met yesterday afternoon and decided to be friends, Agung and I have been friends for 11 years. We already know each other well, right? I know that after this dinner he will definitely start his vent session, all the things that are bugging his heart he will definitely let it out without any residue. How can my best friend keep a secret from me for too long?

The road conditions have begun to be quiet, only a few vehicles passing by. My attention was directed out the window while occasionally staring at Nabastala tonight. I miss my little angel, I want to lay down my tired body immediately. It didn’t take long for our car to arrive at a fast food restaurant.

This place is always Agung’s choice when he is stressed. My best friend often experiences Emotional eating. Emotional eating is the habit of consuming favorite foods in excess when stressed even though you are not hungry. Stress can cause the body to release several stress hormones. In the short term, stress can reduce appetite due to the release of the hormone epinephrine by the body’s adrenal glands.

Agung and I ate without seeing each other, we were busy with our own food. After all the food was finished, Agung took out his cellphone and showed me some photos. Photo with the background of the Religious Court and there is a man who is my legal husband there. What is my husband doing in that place?

Two days ago he said goodbye to me wanting to go out of town because one of his cafe branches was in trouble. Then why is he in the Religious Court? Is he already at his breaking point because I haven’t given him a child after our fifth year of marriage. I don’t know how to respond, should I burst into tears or laugh out loud because I’m finally free from this unhealthy marriage from the start.

“Let him go!” the Great said to me. Smile accompanied by a nod of my head I gave in response. To you, Iham Rifai, my husband, thank you for giving a dark color to my life during our marriage. Let’s end this matchmaking line. No woman wants to bear the title of a widow, but I am actually happy with the new title that I will bear.

To Be Continued ….