Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 39. Let Time Answer

A wall clock mounted on top of the tv shows at eleven p.m. Now Arkan is with a clean body. He is still in the living room. The plan was to sleep in a side room. Luckily, there were two rooms in his apartment. So, he doesn't need to intrude on Silva's privacy or get sick all over the body from sleeping on the couch.

Arkan stretched his muscles. He felt all the joints in his body ache. His whole body was also sick, probably because of his activities all day. Arkan is tired, he wants to sleep but is still worried about Silva's situation. So, he decided to watch tv for a while. Rather than constantly worrying, he better check on Silva first.

Tok tok! Arkan knocked on Silva's room door. There's no answer.

"Silva! You slept, huh? Need something, right? If you need anything, say me, yes! I'm in the tv room!" All of Arkan's questions and statements were not responded to by Silva at all.

Frowning, Arkan then opened the door of his room.

"Silva?" get Arkan in the doorway. His head poked inside trying to look at Silva.

"Oh, you're asleep, huh?" he asked again when he saw Silva's narrow back lying against the door.

Smiling faintly, Arkan walked into his room deeper. He approached Silva, looking closely at his calm face. He glimpsed an empty container of porridge and water remaining half a glass that he brought to Silva. Then Silva has eaten. Thank goodness it was calmer.

He lowered his body to rub Silva's hair and then dyed his temple very gently.

"Patient, yes. You must be strong! I'll always be next to you, Va. We live this all together. Right now, I'm trying to get an apology from our parents, after they've really apologized to us and won't hurt you, and then we go home. Just a little more patience, yes," whispered Arkan as his hand went in between Silva's hair.

The thin smile he showed when he felt funny with the call he used. 'me-you'. He only dared to use it when Silva was unconscious like this. When Silva came to his senses, he was brave. But, he still hopes there will be a time later he and Silva change the call and speak with a more polite and closer language.

After being satisfied with Silva's face, Arkan got up and left the room again. Closed the door slowly and started watching television.

While Silva inside the room opened his eyes after hearing the door close. He turned his body, looking at the door. Actually, he just pretended to sleep and heard all Arkan said. His heart warmed and wanted to cry right then and there.

"Why are you still so good, Ar? I can't be angry with you. You should not care about me, so that I can hate you, can maki-maki lo every I want deed lecherous lo. That looks more normal. If you think so, I think we are actually being framed and you don't know anything about this. But, why don't you explain or reveal anything to me? I don't know exactly who to blame" whispered Silva in tears.

Then he got up, got out of bed near the door. He opened the door to see the situation outside. Exactly looking for Arkan's whereabouts.

There in front of the tv, Silva saw Arkan's head leaning against the sofa behind him. He hoped the man had gone to bed because he wanted to go to the bathroom to urinate.

Slowly he opened the door wider and stepped out slowly and closed the door again. He walked closer to Arkan and looked at Arkan who had fallen asleep with his head leaning against the back of the sofa.

However, there was something on his face that made Silva frown sharpening his eyesight.

"Why does Arkan's face hurt so much? Who the hell did you do, Ar?" silva muttered softly as his hand touched the torn wound at the corner of his lips with a hint of fear.

Suddenly Arkan's hand clasped Silva's hand on his face. Strong yet gentle, as if Silva did not want to leave him and neither did he hurt him. Silva's body stiffened instantly. Was he found out? Thought Silva.

Silva did not move at all because he was too afraid of being caught.

"Silva, I'm sorry, huh?" arkan muttered with his eyes closed. It seems delirious or dreaming.

Slowly Arkan's grip weakened and Silva slowly let go of Arkan's hand and kept it over the thigh. Silva positioned the sofa cushion and very slowly, Silva turned Arkan's body into lying on the sofa. Then he sauntered back to complete his desire to urinate in the bathroom next to the kitchen.

Minutes later Silva returned with a P3K box. He crouched right in front of Arkan's face. He opened the medicine box and began treating the wounds on Arkan's face with a cotton swab that was given alcohol and then the wound medicine.

Shortly thereafter, Silva finished with his activities. He tidied up the drugs and closed the box. Silva was still crouching there staring at Arkan's face from close range. The net goes down every corner of Arkan's face. The face with the sculpture is near perfect. Firm jaw, eyelashes and eyebrows thick, thin lips with beautiful curvature symmetry, a perfectly sculpted sharp nose and white skin like well groomed. Arkan is very handsome and makes anyone who looks at his peaceful face feel calm.

So amazed Silva looked at the beautiful face of Arkan, without realizing Silva's hand raised rubbed Arkan's cheek very slowly, very gently. His mind wandered somewhere. Somehow Silva felt Arkan was innocent in the disaster he got. In fact, it was very clear that he woke up to find Arkan who was asleep with a condition that was equally not dressed. It's very clear that Arkan did it.

However, his heart seemed to contradict the mind and all those facts. Why is his heart so on Arkan's side?

As his mind raged, Arkan suddenly opened half his eyes and looked at Silva with a glare.

"Silva.." murmured Arkan very softly.

Silva stared at the netra sayu's late-goal. Making sure that Arkan is just back delirious. A second later, both of Silva's eyes widened as one Arkan hand lifted pushing his nape until now the distance of their faces became very close.

Arkan's eyes still glared as if unaware of his actions that had made Silva's heart too hard. Especially when feeling the regular sweep of Arkan's breath hit his face. But it also made Silva calmer a little bit because it meant Arkan was just delirious, still asleep in his dreams.

His heart pounded again as Arkan drew his face closer and slowly closed both eyes and fused the two together. Just sticking as if just wanting to say hello. But somehow the effect was so great for Silva that both of his hands landed on the sofa handle and on Arkan's chest, they were so strong that the cloth he touched. Also do not forget the pounding of his heart that is getting crazy.

"Don't go" said Arkan right in front of Silva's lips. Along with the water flowing into the corner of Silva's lips.

No, Silva is not crying. Whose tears are those? Could it be Arkan who was crying? Silva did not move at all until Arkan let go. With a very slow movement, Silva distanced his face for the sake of looking at the face of Arkan whose cheeks were wet. Silva frowned. So, was it Arkan who was crying? Thought Silva.

Gurgling his saliva roughly, Silva swallowed his cries round and round. Is that the guilt that Arkan feels? As if struck by an invisible boulder, his heart throbbed in pain. Why can he continue to blame Arkan and think to hate him, while Arkan has apologized many times and feels very guilty. He felt he was the most evil man in the world.

So, does he have to forgive Arkan and accept his existence to always be by his side?

I don't know. Let time answer all. He will only follow all that time shows.

...Seriate......

Are you really sleeping or just in this mode???

Arkan be like: Yes really, Di. It's you who told😑

Greetings dear ones

Didi Octavia Hanum🤭