Waiting For Ring On Sweet Finger
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Safia raised her head, staring at Faiz sharply. "I'm sorry, but my pride is more important!" The woman resolutely refused Faiz. "We broke up!"

Faiz almost rose blood. Safia cannot be controlled. "Darling, I'm really sorry. You can understand, right?" Trying to grab Safia's right arm again, but nil.

Safia took two steps back. Stick to his stance. "You think I'm a love-drunk teenager? No!" Safia doesn't care how many people are watching them. In fact, the woman deliberately spoke loudly so that every ear that heard could digest well. "I say once again that from now on, we're breaking up!" Safia's hands form the letter X. His chest rose and fell with the growing anger.

Faiz did not accept, he forced Safia's left hand and said, "I don't want to, yes, Fia! You can't just break up!"

Safia was startled, trying to break away from Faiz. Suddenly the front area of the office was deserted, no employees came out except the office security guard. "Let go!" His strength was not too strong to fight against Faiz who was definitely stronger.

The office security was about to approach them, Faiz quickly released Safia. Before the security guard arrived, he had confirmed to Safia. "I'll make sure you can't live quietly!" Faiz left Safia and the security guard approached Safia.

"What's up, Safia?" ask the worried security guard too, especially seeing Faiz's face filled with anger.

Safia smiled forcefully. "There's nothing, sir. We're just fighting and personal matters."

The guard was silent for a moment, then said, "Did the same brother Mas Faiz break up? I heard it."

Safia nodded quickly, thank goodness someone heard. "Yes, sir."

"Patient, yes, Ma'am. The relationship is complicated. Try to calm his heart first, just discuss it again."

"No need, sir. I don't think we can be together." Safia was tired, choosing to split up. It's much better.

"If it's like that, I can't give you any more advice. Hopefully, Safia can be replaced more. Aamiin's."

"Aamiin's." Safia doesn't think of a replacement, trauma is more certain. "I'll go to the cafe first, sir. I want to buy coffee."

"Please, Ma'am."

Safia stepped forward. His chest was still tight, but he did not regret this decision. Because, whatever is done is a thing that has been considered carefully.

As planned, Safia bought a cup of coffee. Today goes a little sad because it turns out that yesterday's events scared the soul and mind. The shadow of Faiz that forced him to dance in the eyes, disturbed the mind. This afternoon Safia did not pray because this morning the guests arrived. The woman also did not want to eat lunch, opting for a ride to the rooftop. Being alone is the best option. There may be a calm to be had.

Safia went up to the eighth floor. Then, the woman climbed the stairs for a while, and arrived on the roof of the tall building.

Safia is hypnotized. His consciousness was gone and there was only the wishful thinking of the tranquility offered by that crazy whisper. Safia's two feet were getting closer to the end of the roof with the woman's view blank. The wind continued to blow Safia's hair until Safia's face was occasionally covered.

Only two more steps to the end, Safia was still unconscious. Until finally someone came with the same intention, pulling Safia's right arm. Taking Safia away from danger.

"That's dangerous!" The man screamed.

Safia jerks. Stand away from the end of the rooftop.

"You're going to kill yourself?" The figure asked again. Safia turned around, staring fixedly at the figure. "Don't do what God hates." The man's breathing was decapitated, seemingly startled.

"I why?" Safia asked back. Watch around. "Astagfirullah, what am I doing?"

The figure who turned out Akhmar helped Safia. The man came with the intention of calming down at the rooftop as it had not yet adapted to the crowded headquarters. Better know the capital city that became the center of the beloved country. "Last morning, I saw you as if you were done crying. Is that why you want to end your life?"

Safia frowned. "What is Mr Akhmar?" He does not understand. It is true that Akhmar saw him in a sad state. Eyes after crying in the toilet.

Akhmar gave a distance of one meter from Safia, seeing the wind again fly the woman's hair until it covered her sweet face. "I don't know what happened to you, but I hope you didn't do what God hates. Do you think suicide is good? Can't you find the best way out besides this?"

Safia passes the hair to the right ear. There was no more bad hair covering her face. "I'm not planning to kill myself, sir."

"Then, what were you doing?" Akhmar slightly raised his tone. He was afraid that one of his employees was out of control. "Can you explain?"

Safia's confused. He did not know, especially Akhmar.

Akhmar breathed a rough sigh. "Here you go, don't talk about it anymore." End this conversation. Let it be Safia's secret, the most important thing is that the woman can be saved well. "I hope you don't do that again, danger!" Akhmar turned around, stepping twice forward. Then, stop again. "On the toilet hall, I don't want to know the truth. But if there is something you feel heavy about. Come near to the Almighty. Better to fix yourself than blame fate."

Akhmar walked further and further away from Safia. The shadow of tranquility is just a delusion, even though he wants to be alone. "I think I should just get out of the building." The man opened the door and went down.

Meanwhile Safia was stunned listening to Akhmar's advice. The man comes in as a new manager, but as if in the role of an old friend who knows everything. "That guy. He doesn't know what I've been through." Safia closed her eyes, walking closer to the long bench that was there. Sit quietly observing the density of the city from above. After remaining for about five minutes, Safia continued to weigh Akhmar's advice. The man's words were not entirely wrong, Safia was indeed supposed to improve herself. He noticed his appearance, reaching for a cell phone in the pocket of a blazer. Then, see the posts of some friends who have hijrah. "They look sweet." There was a small part of Safia's heart moved to try. However, part of his heart was a little doubtful. Is this a rebuke from God through yesterday? It could be Faiz's presence as a reminder that Safia has stepped in the wrong direction.

"I have to change. Bismillah," Safia said.