(BABY SITTER) Mate For Om Arkha
BS 53: Being Convincing Yourself

Arkha put the photo back to its original place. He rubbed his face and tried to forget about it. After all, he loved the relationship of brothers.

If Arkha can't rest enough, Dicky has time to rest when he returns home from Vina's hometown. The finished one went straight back to his apartment, while Arkha had to meet Vina.

For that, today's work he asked Dicky who handled, he only wanted to just put a signature if needed.

''Is there anything else, Dic?'' ask Arkha.

''There is no more, Mr. '' Dicky replied.

''Yes, you go back to your room now, I want to sleep for a while. Don't disturb!'' expel Arkha.

''Did you really not sleep last night, sir?'' ask Dicky.

Instead of going straight out, Dicky provoked the emotions of his boss who was very sleepy.

''You think??!'' arkha Reply.

''I have trouble guessing, Sir.'' replied Dicky who made Arkha throw his bullet, fortunately Dicky was good at catching.

''Ooohhh, waahh, lest you have warmed up before marriage huh, sir?'' guess Dicky who instantly makes Arkha throw books. Dicky already knows Arkha's mischief out there.

''EXIT! CRAZYHEAD!'' expel Arkha.

''Well sir, well, forgive me this innocent.'' replied Dicky who immediately rushed out of Arkha's room while carrying a pile of files.

Dicky returned to the room, holding back a laugh as he had managed to provoke his boss' emotions. While Arkha still continues to nag.

''Because of that crazy boy! Dicky's fat!'' arkha protest.

Arkha finished his black coffee, then went inside the private room he used to rest.

If this morning his drowsiness still could not make him sleep, this time Arkha immediately turned to dreamland after a few minutes of breaking down his body.

...

Vina who had been locked up in the hotel last night bored him. Watching the movie was already done. He opened his phone, there was no response from Gian for the message he sent this morning. Gian has not yet opened a message from him.

''Definitely still crowded.'' murmured Vina. It was undeniable that Vina was looking forward to the reply of the message from the man.

Not a short time, so Vina is quite memorized by Gian's busyness at certain hours.

Vina opened the window curtain of the hotel, she looked at the dark sky. Shortly after, the rain started to fall. He was increasingly imagined with Gian who would be disappointed with him.

''Lho, yes? where are the souvenirs I brought?'' muttered Vina who immediately looked back.

''Ishhhh!! where's that go?''

Vina was waist-ridden, she wanted to be angry, but, not knowing who to be mad at. He also does not keep Arkha's number. Even if he had, he certainly did not dare to contact the man.

Amidst her unanswered anger, her phone rang. Vina peeked straight out.

''Ohh, Mas Gian!'' muttered Vina who immediately grabbed her phone quickly.

Gian made a video call. Vina was immediately looking for a seat, she sat on the sofa.

''Assalamu'alaikum Mas.'' said Vina.

''Wa'alaikumussalam.'' Gian replied.

''Vin, where have you been? said he came home yesterday?''

''Is it true that you will marry Arkha?''

The sweet smile that originally filled the screen of Gian's phone became lost. Vina looked down while taking a deep breath.

''I'm sorry, Mas.'' said Vina.

''So, it's all true, Vin?'' ask Gian to make sure again.

Vina nodded doubtfully and glanced at her sad eyes. A decision far from his heart.

''Why should it be for the happiness of others, Vin? don't you care about your own happiness?'' ask Gian.

''I'm sorry, maybe for now I really don't need a question why, I've agreed to that decision. I'm just trying to convince myself that all this is His way.''

''For this decision, I realize, I hurt you, Mas. And also hurt myself for now, but, I'm sure, it's all my way to happiness.''

''I apologize profusely for Mas Gian and all. Thank you for giving Mas Gian a place and space with great sincerity. This decision must have been a disappointment, but, it is no longer negotiable. I can only pray that Mas Gian will always be happy in the future as he has been. I'm sorry that while working there often upset me for my mistakes.'' said Vina at length.

Gian could only smile bitterly as he threw his eyes in another direction.

''Again, I'm sorry, Mom. This may be our last communication. I will always remember your kindness. Assalamu'alaikum.''

Without waiting for a greeting from Gian, Vina hung up the phone. He realized this was a disrespectful act. But, he was not able to see the sadness that was clearly depicted on Gian's face.

''From the first meeting, I was also interested in you, Mas Gian. Huuffttt,''

Vina took a deep breath. He was staring at the rain stubs that fell while contemplating that what we want is not necessarily ours.