When Married?
KM Part 66

Literature ran out without caring about the people passing in and out of the restaurant, he even accidentally hit some visitors who had just come to the place.

He headed to the parking lot and got into his car and then contacted Bunga's mobile phone but it turned out that his number was not active, Literature immediately drove his car to the parents' house.

*****

Lord...

What have I done? I hurt the people I love and hurt my own children.

*I was too late in my past disappointments that made me feel the most hurt and wasted, but because it was without me realizing I was hurting someone who meant the most to me.

Then how different I am from my papa, we both hurt and hurt our loved ones.

Flowers, my dear, still deserve me to be forgiven*?

*****

Literature drove his car like a doormat, even a red light was breached without heeding the traffic signs.

The dimpled man hoped that the Flower would be his mother's home, Literature wanted to apologize immediately even though maybe the girl would not forgive him given how he had made her feel humiliated.

Literature had arrived at the courtyard of the Flower house, he immediately went down running and knocked on the door with a loud breath.

Tok to tok.

"Lho Nak Sastra. let's go inside." Miss Marni opens the door and lets Literature in. "Tumben came here alone, usually here when the flowers come home."

"Oh yeah, I'm passing by so stop by to say hello, Auntie how's it going?" Literature entered and his eyes explored the existence of flowers.

"Aunty News is good, even very good, thank you for helping Bunga to be able to work in your company."

"Tante together, but by the way there are flowers?" Literature rubbed his neck in a huff.

"flower? she's not coming home again this weekend, maybe in her office overtime again, did Bunga not tell you?"

"It just so happened that my phone broke this morning, so it was likely that Bunga could not contact me. It's just that yesterday he sent a message to me going home but it doesn't seem like so, maybe it's overtime again" he replied clumsily.

"No need my aunt not long, sorry I have to leave now because there is still other business." Literature rose from its seat.

"Sadly, next time stop by here

Son of Literature, Aunt still wants to chat with you."

"Good aunt, then I'll excuse you."

Literature left Bunga's house in a hurry, he was very worried because it turned out that Bunga did not go home to his parents. Where did the girl go? It was almost eight o'clock last night when Bunga left early in the morning.

"Flower, where are you really going?"

Literature contacted Bunga's mobile phone again but was still inactive. Then he contacted his people to find information at each hotel, it might be Bunga stay at one of the hotels in the capital or at hotels near the branch office.

"Quickly search and report to me within thirty minutes from now!"

Then Sastra drove his car and his eyes traced every side of the road he passed while turning his brain to where the Flower was going.

He then remembered his girlfriend Nana Rasya who was also his friend Bunga, Bunga often told him that he often went to play with his friend. Literature searched through Rasya's contacts and contacted him.

"Hello good night sir," Rasya's voice sounded.

"Rasya, can you please tell me your boyfriend's address, I have a need with him."

"There's need? sorry what need sir?" Rasya feels strange because his boss is suddenly looking for his girlfriend.

"Look, I meant to pick up Bunga because he said he wanted to play at Nana's house, but the phone wasn't active so I couldn't ask where the address was." Literature seeks reason.

Rasya was a little pensive then he remembered last Sunday Nana with a frenzy told that Bunga was dating his boss.

"Yes.. yes, sir may, or if I need to transfer there, I happen to be outside, where is the position of the Father?"

"I was near the Mitra Self-service bus stop" replied Sastra.

"Okay sir, wait a minute I go straight there, this coincidence is close."