GITA AND MAR
018. Who's Mr Harris?

Mar left Harris with a slightly puffed up feeling. When asked how he felt, he was sad. Gita is not Harris and the man has no need to pay attention to Gita. Mar is just sad to remember the fate of Gita, his own body which in a day has received a lot of injustice. Lying in the ICU room without anyone accompanying.

Even his shock at Rama's betrayal has not yet recovered. He already has to face the problem of Mar who bertubi.

Is this a punishment for those who are not grateful? To the extent that God gave me more trials?

Lord .. I want to go back to my body. I miss being a Gita. I promise I'll live better and never think about suicide. Oath .. no more.

Mar dragged a step towards the room from which was heard the dangdut competition television broadcast.

“Gita .. hopefully you won't end up staying in this back room forever.” Mar stepped in and saw Surti doing three activities at once. His roommate was sitting on the ironing floor, calling and watching a dangdut competition show.

“Halah, your age is still young. Still called berlondong. The birth of that year, why, ask to be called om-om? If you are called om-om, then what am I called old? Jenglot?” Surti.

Then when he realized Mar's arrival, Surti asked him to come in with a wave of his hand. Surti's work increased by another. Trying to get Mar to talk.

Totally multitasking ….

I think he's more deft than the fucking Monic.

“Have you met Mr Harris? Chika still has a fever? Your face, really, that?” Surti strafed Mar with three questions at once.

“Udah meet, no more fever, it's okay.” Mar heads to a bed where the Gita parcel he brought from the hospital was located. Apparently leaving the package on the kitchen table makes it easier for him to recognize which bed he should occupy. Surti put it there. "Please continue the work and phone first. I.. I scammed hape first.” Mar shows Gita's phone to Surti.

“Hmm …. Mar hape new,” Surti said to his interlocutors on the phone. “It looks like he already knows about expensive hape. That is what could teach Mar. I taught him to use a calculator hard.” Again Surti giggled without guilt as if Mar was not in the room.

Mar sat on one of the beds and started checking incoming messages first. Mar exhaled a sigh of relief. After a convoluted process he was finally able to have his own mobile phone. The top and latest message came from his mother.

‘Git, have you arrived home? Tumben Gita is not nelf or chat ngabarin has arrived. Mother did not answer either. Call Mom soon.’

It did not take long Mar directly type a reply for the mother. While trying hard to ignore the strange sounds of Surti's activities that splash the phone.

‘I'm home. I did not give any news because of sleep. Mom can sleep now. I told you many times not to sleep late at night. I'm so good, Mom. Not expected every day. Yes .. I want to go to the toilet. Sleep yes my love ...’

Mar keeps scrolling through the rows of messages. Looking for a name that he somehow still thinks of to think well. There really isn't. The man who yesterday was still his fiancee may now be in bed hugging his best friend.

"From the past the world has been this asshole" whispered Mar.

Everyone would probably say stupid because they want to help Rama a lot. Is it wrong that he sympathizes and pityes his lover as one of his comrades in arms to conquer the big city and achieve their dreams together?

Rama was good. He was always there for her or for her mother. Rama never calculated time and energy. Throughout what has happened, Rama's only crime is to betray him.

But isn't everything like that? All couples who betray were good until they were betrayed? If Lily didn't show me right in front of my eyes, I probably wouldn't believe it. Maybe I'll keep in touch with that jerk.

Mar cleaned up the equipment quickly. His body and mind were equally tired. After rummaging through the small closet where Mar kept clothes, he finally decided to wear sports training and a T-shirt as his sleeping pajamas.

"You're like an elementary school kid who wants to join Porseni" Surti said, commenting on Mar getting ready for bed.

"It's okay." Mar is no longer appetizing to answer Surti's comments. He wanted to quickly go to sleep and wished to wake up in his original body.

*****

"The fire is gone now, yes. Good at home with Mar. Don't go to school if you still have a fever." Harris kissed Chika's cheeks still in her pajamas and hugged the little Teddy Bear.

If yesterday Mar's eyesight was satisfied with Harris's performance in the daytime shirt and night sweats. Mar is also satisfied by accident with Harris and the twists of his towel. And that morning Mar again had to pretend not to be amazed to see Harris in a full suit. Mar looked down while staring and played both of his big toes. He blushed alone.

Mar kept his flat face in front of Harris.

"Mar, I'm going to the office now. If you need anything, call the usual number." Harris put the phone behind his suit. That day he will attend the handover ceremony at the headquarters. One of their directors is entering retirement.

"Mmmm ... Sir?"

"Yes?"

Sahutan Harris made Mar freeze for a few seconds. He needs to catch his breath before continuing. Harris' voice still had an unusual effect on him. "Today so squirm my brother?"

"Your brother? So.so. My assistant this morning came to see your brother's condition. I'm leaving now."

Sucks. This morning waking up and still having a mini stature is annoying. Facing this pretentious busy host is also annoying. Plus this little girl who squirms me like a stranger, it sucks too.

Am I going to be locked up here forever? Or is this indeed the hell I got after God heard of my suicidal intentions?

Mar breathed a long and heavy sigh. “Pfft .. until when do I think about it continue.”

Mar looked at Harris who got into the car he was driving himself. “It turns out that I did not use the driver,” muttered Mar.

“Kan, there's a driver. The usual driver anter me. Not Papi's anther. Mbak Mar forgot,” said Chika left the terrace by dragging her steps.

Mar then smothered his own mouth.

The handover ceremony at his company's headquarters took place at nine in the morning. Harris left early because he intended to go to the Regional Hospital for the second time. His last visit to the place left many questions.

“Pak Harris?” greet a female doctor while Harris is talking to an ICU room nurse.

“Oh, well ... how are you, Doc?” Harris who was a little in a hurry was not prepared with the greeting. And he didn't actually recognize who greeted him. Just feel like I've been chatting for a while.

“What's the need in the ICU, sir? Is anyone sick?” The female doctor looked at the nurse's face in front of Harris to ask for an explanation. But apparently the nurse chose to save her job by remaining silent. Harris just shrugged. “Then excuse me, sir. If there's anything you can call me. Or I can help by connecting other doctors to Mr.”

“Thank you, Doc,” Harris said politely. He waited until the woman's doctor completely disappeared and then grabbed the paper and read the report.

“I won't say anything about patients in the ICU. On anyone,” said the nurse unsolicited.

“Oh, thank you. Can I go inside?” Harris pointed at the door of the room where Gita was.

“Bby, Sir. Sure can.” The nurse led Harris to the door of the ICU and explained in detail the circumstances of the Gita.

Arriving inside Harris asks the nurse to leave her alone. “I'm not long, but I need time alone with the patient,” Harris said. The nurse complied by going out and disappearing from the sighting of the translucent glass. Harris immediately turned his attention to the figure of Gita sleeping with an oxygen hose.

This time Harris had a chance to look up at Gita up close. “ Turns out from a close look like this you are more beautiful. The more you can't believe you're Mar's brother. I don't know where Mar met you. Since yesterday Mar has become another figure. One of them is admitting that you are his brother. Though ... I came to pick Mar up to his house. Mar is an orphan who used to work as an assistant to the neighboring household of Samsul. There was no one else Mar knew other than Samsul and also. Mar who used to call himself Mar, is now smart to use the word ‘say’ and English.” Harris chuckles. “Dan also ... Mar never looked at me like these two days.” Harris spoke while pacing around the room as if dictating something. His steps stopped and looked back at Gita.

Harris looked at Gita's oval face and her long black hair. “Gita ... Who are you? What happens until you end up in this place? Do I need to come to your office? You still work there, right? You must have a friend who knows you.” Harris touched Gita's fingers with her index finger. Slowly until the tip of Harris' index finger touched the back of Gita's pale hand. “Even Mar who now dares to ask me to take care of the nails. Justjust wonderful. I forgot who I was and what I was doing.”

The other Harris fingers were envious of the index finger touching the back of a woman's soft hand. The other fingers stretched out to grab the drooping hand to hold. However, an incoming phone makes all fingers have to be patient.

“Halo? Where'd you meet in his office? Is there a Sales Manager named Gita? Hmmm. Tomorrow or the day after it looks like I will cross check directly.”

To be continued