Terror Waiting Factory
Obviousness

"So, really, don't you send me a massage?" Ask Febry who is sitting next to Ardi who is driving. The man smiled, then stroked Febry's head, quietly.

"It's not papa, it's pretty."

Febry blushed in embarrassment, getting such sweet treatment from his superiors.

He seemed to be at a loss for words and only gave a shy smile.

I don't know when that feeling started coming up, which she knows. Mr. Ardi was one of the reasons he went to the office. To stay afloat amidst senseless mystical temptations.

****

Car door's open, Mr. Ardi helps Febry to get down. He hired Febry to enter the incandescent house.

A grandmother in her seventies came out of the house, followed by two patients who seemed to have finished the massage.

"I'm sorry, it's a husband and wife or not" the grandmother asked.

"No, grandma."

"Wife-to-be, Grandma," Ardi chimed in, then felt his stomach in Febry's elbow.

"Oh new candidate, if the new candidate means the man just wait outside" explained the grandmother. And got a nod from Mr. Ardi.

After changing into clothes wearing a sarong, Febry was in a massage by the grandmother. It was heard outside where Mr. Ardi was waiting, Febry's voice whimpering in pain.

Like a husband on standby, Mr. Ardi waited while carrying a bag belonging to febry. Several times the man heard a phone ringing from inside the bag belonging to Febry. He refused to answer, but because he thought it might be important, he ventured to answer the phone.

An unknown number was plastered on Febry's cell phone screen.

"Hallo assalamualaikum" said Mr. Ardi.

"Waalaikum sallam, this is Febry's number right?" Answer the caller.

"Yes right, the guy's on a shit. Sorry who this is, let me tell you later."

"I'm Riko. If you can know why Febry pijit? Is he sick?"

"He's been in an accident" replied Mr. Ardi briefly. He was curious who the figure named Riko, because from the tone of bicaranga , sounded very worried about the state of febry.

"I'm her ex-boyfriend, are you?

Mr. Ardi's jaw was hardened, his heart as if it was tight when he found out that the person he was talking to right now was his ex-girlfriend Febry.

"I, the future husband of Febry," replied Mr. Ardi briefly. For a moment they both fell silent.

"I'm sorry then. Let me tell you if I called. Assalamualaikum." Then the phone is turned off. Mr. Ardi then put the phone belonging to febry into the bag. As if immersed in his thoughts, Febry was no one. But why does his heart seem to ache when he finds out that the man who called earlier is Febry's lover's mentor.

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Not long after, Febry was out of the incandescent room. He approached Mr. Ardi who was talking to a newly arrived patient.

"Have you?"

Febry nodded, with a step still pinang they then left the place. Mr. Ardi looks alert to help Febry, he even tightly grip the woman's fingers. As if to condition if Mr. Ardi will always protect him.

"Tumben diem, sir," Febry looked at Mr. Ardi in surprise.

Yes, the man was worried, he was confused to have to tell Febry or not. If a man named Riko had contacted him. He is not afraid if Febry is angry because he has been presumptuous to open his phone, but he is afraid if Febry chooses to return with Riko.

"I'm going to work tomorrow."

"Don't you take a break, Feb. Ojo ngeyel."

"No papa, sir. Kasian Hesty double her job, I'm on my shuttle anyway, so be calm."

"If your father is busy, let me take you."

"No, it's not good with other employees. It's gonna be a rumor."

"Y ain't papa in gosipin, if the truth is true, why be afraid?"

"What truth is it?"

Mr. Ardi just fell silent, his voice as if stuck in the throat. He was eager to say if he liked febry, but somehow the sentence seemed difficult to get out. And Febry, his heart is pounding because he is waiting for an answer from Mr. Ardi. But unfortunately, until the car they were riding in had reached home and there was no answer at all. Yeah, Febry's disappointed. It was as if he was a kite being pulled over. Toying here and there without any clarity.