Chapter - 33

All night Arsya contemplated the departure of his wife. Staring at the room that was so quiet. Usually at this time, the fragrance of Anjani's cooking has pierced Arsya's sense of smell, coupled with Anjani's shrill voice humming a song that comes from the land of ginseng, which Arsya believes Anjani himself doesn't know the meaning.

Arsya sipped his soda, took Kai's cigarette that was left behind and then plucked the fire to light his cigarette coals, Arsya was not a smoker, but at times like this he needed the nicotine item to release his fatigue a little. Arsya's eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, the short hand on the clock shows nine o'clock. And Arsya has absolutely no passion to go to work this morning.

Arsya's head was steaming, mostly thinking but there was no action. The prospective father even chose to stay in the room all night instead of following his wife to Jakarta.

Arsya scratched his hair irritatedly, turned off the remaining half of the cigare