2. Who is She?

Khalid was still walking out of the morgue at a faster pace. He didn't show his sad thoughts and feelings to others because he was afraid that everyone would think he was a crybaby.

"Why doesn't everyone understand my actions? I'm a man, do I have to cry when my lover leaves me? Not. What would Mother say if I cried for love.' He mumbled.

"Anyone will understand your crying because when you cry that's when people know that there is tenderness in your soul."

Khalid sighed at the voice of the woman who had witnessed his confusion, who had now left him alone in the garden. He wanted to run after the woman, but he had already arrived at the place where the sea of ​​cars lined up, drowning her body in the crowd of people who were standing there.

"Who is she? How dare she speak as if she were advising me." Khalid muttered as he looked at the crowd of people in the parking lot. He wanted to chase the woman he thought was impudent, but suddenly Andi poked his arm, breaking all his initial intentions.

"Where are you going? You shouldn't leave your lover when this is your chance to be with her for the last time."

Khalid stroked his hair roughly. He looked at Andi with sharp eyes.

"I am tired. Want to go home"

Andi holds Khalid's hand and tries to make him sit.

"Sit down! Let our minds think clearly, so we can seize this opportunity. Don't be so selfish."

"Shit."

"Why are you angry?"

"Who is angry."

"Ha ha ha"

Andy chuckled. Winning with a fight he deliberately made with Khalid. Andi knew that Khalid and himself had different ways of venting their grief. But again, his nosy nature was deliberately made to see Khalid's true attitude. Andi, who had memorized it, now looked at the face of his best friend and boss with a smile on his face.

"I feel so happy to know your weak side."

"What is my weak side? I'm not a weak person, Andi." Khalid said sullenly.

"Well, you're not a weakling. But a naive person for hiding your sadness with an arrogant attitude that you never show."

Khalid let out a sharp breath.

"I wanted to go after the woman who was mocking me earlier. Not out of arrogance. But out of curiosity about that woman."

"Woman?"

"Yes"

"Hah, you playboy. Your lover just died you've been seduced by another woman."

"I'm not tempted. Just curious about the woman trying to give me advice. in"

For a moment they were busy with each other's thoughts when in front of him passed a patient bed accompanied by some of her family who was still mourning. Among the few passersby, Khalid did not find Amira's whereabouts. Khalid tried to look into the hallway of the hospital, maybe Amira was left there but to no avail.

"That's Mutia. Let's follow Mutia and her family." Take Andi while running leaving Khalid who is still sitting in his place. Khalid stood up and ran to follow Andi's footsteps, trying to match the steps of Mutia's family.

"Are you going to follow them home tonight? The funeral will be tomorrow." Andy shook his head.

"Then why did you make me wait for her here? You just don't want to come with them to the house."

Andi hit Khalid's arm which in his eyes looked very stupid. Not the Khalid he had seen all along. Khalid stroked Andi's marks without protesting at all.

"You are, really inhuman. You should have waited for your lover's body until she was buried. Not me."

"What do you mean?"

"You are so stupid. At least wait for your lover a few hours first as proof that you love her."

"I don't love her anymore."

"What?"

"Yes. Ever since she said she was going to cut ties, I felt like I'd been dumped by her."

Khalid smiled wryly. He didn't want to remember any memories about himself and Mutia at all but he failed. The image of the woman who had been with him for two years danced more and more in his eyes. How is Mutia's spoiled attitude, which always makes him feel embarrassed, his arrogant attitude which sometimes makes Khalid feel his pride is being ripped apart, and the fake gentle attitude that makes him always succumb because he is tired?

"After this at least I want you to follow me to her house for a while, okay?" Andi whined.

"Not. I'm just going to come here. Tomorrow I have to go abroad to have a meeting with a client."

"You are . . . huh."

"Never mind. Please convey my greetings to Mutia's parents and relatives that I and she are no longer related."

Finished saying his sentence, Khalid went straight to his special parking lot and got into his luxury car. He started his car and left the hospital area without seeing how Mutia was brought home. Arriving at his apartment, he immediately entered the room and lay down on the bed. It wasn't long before he fell asleep in the cradle of his dream.

In a dream, he meets a girl named Amira who always mocks and scolds him because he doesn't care about Mutia's death. Khalid waved his hand, trying to ward off Amira's hand which started to touch her face and pinched her cheek hard. Her face was annoyed because she felt she failed to make Khalid cry.

"Go away from her. . . Khalid is awake. He looked around the room. He blinked his eyes, trying to recall a dream that seemed so real.

"Amira, why did she appear in my dream? Selfish and rude girl. Just watch out if we meet again. I finished you just found out who I am," Khalid cursed angrily.

Khalid tried to close his eyes again but his mind couldn't compromise at all. The shadows of Amira and Mutia came alternately disturbing his feelings. Mutia with a broken face and Amira who is beautiful even though very rude.

"If you can smile a little, you must be really cute, Amira. But the first time we met you already annoyed me especially if we met often. What do I want to be?"

Khalid wakes up. He stepped into the bathroom to wash his face and defecate which he didn't know how long he was holding. When he came out, his eyes stared at the clock on the wall which still showed 24.30. it was still very early and Khalid couldn't close his eyes anymore.

He grabbed the remote and turned on the television, watching the broadcast about the accident this afternoon on the main road where a woman who had a single accident was being helped by several men.

"Huft, it's boring watching all the channels broadcasting your death, Mutia. Don't they have other news sources? Or are you already a celebrity?"

Khalid threw the remote and tried to pick up the phone which he had placed on the nightstand. His hand shifted the screen and tried to contact Andi, his assistant. He called many times, but many times he failed to connect.

"Where's he? Why is my call not being accepted at all?"

Khalid squeezed his hair. He lay down and once again he tried to close his eyes. After repeated failures, he tried to surf the internet, looking for someone named Amira and trying to peek at her posts. For some reason, Khalid wanted to know Amira's identity.

After being tired of surfing, he got up. He took the clothes and put them in a small suitcase. He arranges his clothes and personal equipment so that he can leave as soon as possible. He didn't want to be bothered by the image of a woman he didn't know.

After finishing his preparations, he immediately went to the bathroom. He spent an hour soaking. After his body was refreshed, he immediately left the room and put on casual clothes, and stepped out of the room.

"Master where are you going at this time of night?"

A servant on night duty looked at Khalid curiously. He knew his master was indeed going out of town to meet a client, but tonight he really couldn't help but think about Khalid who was out of the ordinary.

"I'm going out of town. Don't you know all my schedules?"

"Yes, sir, but . . . ."

"Never mind. Prepare the car and tell Andi that I will leave right now. Prepare a private jet and I'll be waiting at terminal C"

"Yes sir"

The nightwatchman immediately carried out the order. After waiting five minutes, Khalid's private driver greeted his young master and drove him to his private airport, and dropped him off at terminal C.

"Has Andi come?"

The airport guard shook his head. he had not seen Andi's arrival, but he knew that tonight Andi had sent a message to him to handle Khalid's departure.

"I will replace Mr. Andi to handle your departure, Master"

Khalid nodded. he didn't want to think too much. He understood the absence of Andi, who must have been at Mutia's house and participated in all the activities there.

After traveling for five hours, Khalid arrived at an island that will be used for meetings with clients. The island will be developed into a resort and natural tourist spot for foreign tourists.

It was still ten o'clock when Khalid arrived at the hotel where he had been staying for several days. After putting all his things in, he sat waiting for the office boy to come to bring his breakfast as ordered. He was reluctant to leave the room. Besides, because he didn't want reporters chasing him, he also wanted to calm his mind that had been disturbed since last night because of Amira's presence. Khalid took his phone and lay down on the king-size bed. He smiled when he saw the video sent by Andi about the procession for Mutia's body departure and her lover's funeral. He saw how everyone was saddened by the death of his woman. Not only Mutia's parents but several of her relatives seemed to be in tears.

Khalid's eyes were still watching the mourners one by one until finally, his eyes caught a woman he had wanted to find since yesterday.

"She? Why was she at Mutia's funeral? Who is that woman? Even if I haven't had time to catch up to her, it turns out that the clothes she's wearing today are the same as the ones she was wearing yesterday. Who is that woman and what does she have to do with Mutia?"