GITA AND MAR
012. Review From Harris

“Mar …? You healthy?” Harris looked at his hand that was gripped by Mar very tightly. It was the first time a housekeeper who three years later became a babysitter his daughter dared to touch him.

“Help me, Sir.” Mar used the opportunity to look up at Harris up close. He was calculating Harris' height actually. When compared to Mar's height, of course the man was much taller. But if Harris walks next to Gita's body, it won't be too far. For a woman, Gita is arguably has an ideal height. “Pak Harris wants to hear my explanation, right?”

Gotta want. Just signing is hard? Not asked to take medication. All costs are still covered by insurance even with standard class rooms. Come, Harris ….

Harris cleared. Slowly move Mar's hand which grips his arm. “I help. Slowly talk.” Slightly grimacing Harris took a step back to scan Mar's look. The employee was acting strangely, but in terms of appearance there was nothing different. “Which you just mentioned earlier who?”

“My brother,” replied Mar.

“Usually you are not like this.” Harris's face was confused.

Mar felt the back of his shirt pulled. At that time he also remembered about Jaya's message to keep his mother's job. Mar cleared slowly.

“I .. want to take you to see my brother.” Mar took a step back, then linked his hand in front of the stomach. He bowed slightly with a wise face like a royal servant. According to the Gita who was in Mar's body, that was how a servant should behave. Especially seen from the type of car Harris. The man must have lived in a luxurious house and used to be treated with great respect. “Let's follow me, Sir.” Mar came back half bent. Harris nodded with a horrified face.

During Mar's walk in front of Harris, Jaya tries to keep her mother's steps. Looks like there's something the boy is worried about. Until the three of them again arrive in front of one of the ICU rooms containing the Gita. He deliberately approached the glass door to let Harris follow him. He wished Harris had looked up close.

“Your brother?” Harris looked at Mar, but not yet close to the glass wall.

“Since I have greatly admired Gita. His son is kind, supple, cheerful, optimistic, also beautiful. One of its shortcomings. The Gita is a little bit easily affected. Especially considering his condition yesterday …. The jerk ...” Mar couldn't continue his words. His heart felt like it was being stabbed.

That time his sadness at looking at Gita's body sleeping behind a glass wall was not drama to captivate Harris' curiosity. Mar's tears welled up in his veins.

If I can't get into my body again, what happens to my body? Am I dead?

Mar's tears are dripping. The same question still haunts me.

“Mar? Excuse me. After all the years you worked at my house, I also just found out that you have a brother. Not that I don't mean to care. But ...” Harris stepped closer to Mar without noticing the figure inside the ICU. “What can I do?” Harris glanced at the clock on his wrist.

“According to the caption, they said Gita attempted suicide. But for me who knows how Gita is, it feels impossible. The Gita is a little impulsive, but suicide is impossible. He won't get on the news for silly reasons. Moreover, his mother has a high blood disease.” Mar explained in a stifled voice.

I need to be able to control myself or this guy can run away. If he runs away, Mar could lose his job.

From such a close distance, Mar looked at Harris's face to his fullest. Without diminishing his respect for Harris' wife, he had to say with a heavy heart that she was handsome and charming. His nose is small and sharp. Her hair was neatly combed shiny because the pomade that was fragrant did not create a headache. His jaw was firmly framed with a sideburn covering it.

Mar clucked in annoyance. Harris hasn't looked inside the ICU yet. The man went to the nurse's desk and spoke seriously. Mar was too amazed to see how Harris spoke until he could not get close until the conversation was over and the man was seen signing something.

“I've signed a guarantee for your brother. You can take the patient's belongings and store them while waiting for his condition to improve. So .. I hope you can come back home soon and help keep Chika for me. Tomorrow I have an important meeting, Mar.” Harris's heavy and calm voice made a speech that should have sounded like a wish instead of a command in Mar's ear.

“Good, Sir,” says Mar.

“Last morning the way you spoke wasn't like this, Mar. You realize that you ... different?” With one hand in her pants pocket, Harris stood back up scanning her daughter's babysitter.

He only cares about Mar having to go back to his son's guard job. No matter about Mar's brother whose fate is unclear. Everyone is like that. Always consider all his most important affairs to the point of forgetting to empathize.

Mar shrugged his shoulders. “Change? Don't know, tuh. I think ordinary. Thanks for signing the hospital guarantee. I grab Gita's stuff now.” Mar leaves Harris in front of the ICU and goes to the nurse's desk.

“Please,” Harris said, pulling his body away gave Mar space.

After Harris signed the hospital bail, Mar didn't take long to get Gita's belongings. His hand was already holding the package when he returned before Harris.

“Already, nih, Sir. Thanks much. I went home. Eat first with Jaya. Yuk, Jay,” take Mar to Jaya after a quick nod at Harris. The royal servant's behavior was gone for a moment. With one hand carrying the package and the other hand holding Jaya, Mar left Harris who had not fully mastered the situation.

What's wrong with her is to see my situation first. Genuine arrogant to be a person. Potang rich.

Mar kept walking away from the ICU. Leaving Harris still standing in front of the ICU. After Mar's death, Harris turned to approach the glass wall. With two hands in her pants pocket, Harris stood closer and closer. He asked about Gita and saw all the things she left behind.

The Sales Manager? Just found out that Mar has a brother who works in a big city. Seen from any angle there is no resemblance. Did Mar just confess to me?

Drop yourself? Falling down accidentally? Or pushing someone? He's not a resident here. What are you doing here?

Harris was silent. Recalling the explanation of the nurse about a woman named Gita who had a concussion quite severe but fortunately did not experience bleeding that made him have to be operated on. All Gita conditions are stable. Just waiting for the woman to wake up while paying attention to all the intake she needs. Harris noticed Gita's long black hair and framed her sweet face on the pillow.

The nurse said, “Today can not enter the room, tomorrow can be visited again.”

Harris took a long breath. “Beauty,” he said slowly then circled leaving the ICU room.

To be continued