At Least I’M Free
XXXXIII

Hingar hospital yard with people without faces. Downstream not necessarily direction, the clattering of foreign steps resounded deafening ears. Under the blazing sun, the humans looked gray, between the clashing shoulders, a girl was trying to go against the current.

Lilya is looking for a way out. Ignore the tightness he broke through every brainless body that confronted him.

After many times the terapit almost stepped on, finally the way out was reached. While struggling to catch his breath, his hazel eyes narrowed trying to get used to the contrasting scene that lay before him.

The light bias makes the swish of grass around it bloom. Slowly the red dot behind the blurry eyes formed the silhouette of a garden chair that imprinted on the edge of the pond. Because of the color, the chair became like a rose in the middle of the green surrounding it.

As if called, Lilya slowly got up and walked towards the seat that was turning back on the road. After arriving, he enjoyed a fish pond that turned dry drained. Raising both legs, the girl then sat hugging her knees.

Slowly the surrounding warmth begins to enter the body, making it want to embrace. Not so understanding, nor do you intend to understand. After a long time finally he does not need to defend his ego to think.

With her eyes closed, Lilya was about to close her face between her knees when a gentle touch reached her shoulder from the side.

Unbehaved, yet he had time to process, there was a familiar voice that had long been forgotten. The voice whispered,

"'you are a real thing in the falsehood of the world.that's why you suffer so much...'"

Soon Lilya turned her head to look at her precise prejudice. For a moment he forgot how to breathe. Look at each other, he who never escapes from memory.

"Mira...?"

The figure smiled, then as if deliberately ignoring Lilya's reaction, she rubbed her chin while looking down. "That's a quote from a book you once loved. Hmm... What is the title? How did I forget?"

"Mira.." lilya's voice trembled, eyes blurred, tears began to well up. For a moment this surrel, he was willing to ignore all the possibilities and realities that exist. For this actual moment, he chose to believe what he was seeing now.

"I'm sorry...." Lilya started sobbing, "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! Because I'm lo-"

"Since when have you been a gini crybaby?" Cut Mira while folding her hands on her chest. "That's what you do later. Free now."

Lilya was stunned for a while as she steadied in silence, nanar staring at the bead beside her.

"Yehh, even diem." Mira clucking. "Okay, I pulled it out."

"Don't!" The reflex of Lilya's hand restrains the body that is about to move.

Smiling knot Mira undoes her intention. Meanwhile Lilya started looking down hurriedly wiping her tears.

"The cake you don't pantes is pathetic" Mira half-mocked.

"what is there no sympathy?" finally, Lilya raised her face.

"Make lo?" Mira pointed, "Yes gaada," she said.

Unknowingly Lilya let off a laugh. It felt like he had not heard that distinctive sniffle comment for so long.

"But salute anyway." Mira linked the two elbows to the back of the chair while looking up at the sky. "Now you can do many things without worrying about people's opinions."

Lilya. "Yes? but so ngerepotin."

"Repotin who?" Mira glances.

"Gu-men"

"..."

As if regretting his words, Lilya immediately swallowed the rest of the sentence that was about to be thrown. It does not feel right to tell about the sweetness of misfortune in front of him who really has lost everything.

"Temen-temen?" Mira smiles. "Good dong, the important draw is the same benefit that you give back. Don't make their effort go to waste."

Lilya took a deep breath while closing her eyes. He did not grieve because the effort to cover it in vain, he was bitter because Mira knew but chose not to be disturbed.

Suddenly we heard water splashing. When searched, the pool in front of him was filled with turbid water that began to invite nausea.

Lilya threw away her face with her hands smothering her mouth. Tragedy as Mira plunges from her patient's room, she falls into a hospital pool. This pool.

"Lilya..lo why are the parties involved in this case? Even the ampe is battered." Mira's calm voice contrasted with the panic that Lilya felt now.

Still holding back the nausea, Lilya thought of the answer. Many times this question has been thrown out, but only this time it seems he must be frank. He looked at his left palm that was bleeding blood.

The person he meant smiled. "There is nothing better than knowing nothing" Mira slowly approached Lilya's ear and whispered, "pretend to be blind when the truth is in sight."

Flinched, Lilya was about to reply. But soon, Mira did not want to and continued,

"Udah was quite talking. You know what to do now?"

With a single movement Mira pushed Lilya's body into the pool until finally Lilya opened her eyes, waking up in a room similar to the office.

...***...

Humped with roaring dafas, for a moment the girl was blinded by the light hanging over her. Laying on the sofa, he began to wink while replacing the rest of the dream's memories with a series of actual events before losing consciousness.

“Nightmare?” Ask a voice.

Aware of the grip that surrounded his left hand, Lilya slowly looked at him who was kneeling wrapped around the bandage. The matter that previously pierced, now no longer visible. After a few flashes and focusing thoughts, he finally smiled shyly.

“Eh, Arvin,” greet Lilya as if nothing happened.

Arvin shook his head and then bowed back to make sure the bandage that was wrapped in Lilya's hand covered the wound that had been cleaned and treated perfectly.

Shaking her head, Lilya began to notice the line of the man who was kneeling beside her.

"Long eyelashes are also yes,” said Lilia who of course is not digubris.

"Hm? Seriously his face. That's how worried I am that I can't talk?" Lilya slightly pulled her hand in Arvin's grasp so that the man's attention was diverted.

Calmly Arvin continued his activities as if he was used to it. After gluing the bandage with the plaster, he opened his voice. "No ge er, it just so happens that the cave is good."

Lilya chuckled then checked her hand. "Are you not in sync? This is an antiseptic with PHMB, right? Wihh. intention ba-"

"Lia..." As if he did not want the girl to clarify her sentence, Arvin gently shifted Lilya's wrist blocking her face and approached. In the thinness of the distance, Lilya could not avoid the shady gaze that was deliberately closed.

Responded, feeling unfamiliar with the figure before him, Lilya froze in the unexpected that her jokes would be responded to this seintens.

"Arvin, lo-"

Kreek...

The door behind Arvin opens, featuring Udo and Haris the bartender holding a glass of sweet tea.

"Whoah! What else are you doing?!" Udo cried dramatically closing his mouth with both hands as if he was witnessing a big scandal.

Arvin was about to get up but Lilya's right hand swiftly pulled him back down.

"Nih do! The Arvin stress ampe a lot of gray hair," said Lilya with a serious expression observing something at the top of Arvin's head.

Udo suspiciously approached. "Times?"

However, when Udo arrived, Arvin got back up and passed through it.

"Dispose." Udo glared as Lilya tried hard to hold back the laughter.

"Here do, mending calm yourself first," the girl asked while getting up and leaning against the back of the chair so that Udo could sit beside her.

Meanwhile, Arvin approached Haris and took a warm sweet tea from his hand. "Once again I'm sorry yes, already ngerepotin gini..."

"Eh no-no, gapapa really, consider it your own place," said Haris even looks more awkward.

Lilya noticed their interaction. It felt like just a moment ago he grabbed the collar of the bartender's shirt.

“Why should I be taken to this cafe again? Keep this what? Manager's office? But right..”

Unknowingly the corner of Lilya's lips was attracted. As if he had just realized something he began to laugh in silence.

“Master bartender... Who are you really?”