Love That (No) Blind
Part 12-1: Responding to Apologies

[Sara]

Sara woke up from her sleep after she was jolted in shock due to her suddenly drooping head. Although it is difficult to open both eyes, but Sara forced after she saw the table clock on Agam nightstand which shows at 03.53

Soon it is time for prayer.

Last night he slept by staying in his place, just like Agam who also did not move from his position last night. For a while Agam was still moaning, and Sara could only stare anxiously. Because there was nothing he could do but that.

Then, Agam started to calm down a bit. Perhaps he also fell asleep, because Agam no longer moaned. But, for a few times, Agam woke up and whimpered again. Sara did not dare to fall asleep in the end. Every time Agam whimpered, Sara gasped in shock and woke up.

Slowly Sarah got up and approached Agam. He tried not to make any sound that made Agam shocked. Although Agam is not wearing his hearing aid, Sara fears Agam is sensitive to other things, such as possible vibrations.

Sometimes less in one thing means more in another.

He saw the man now sleeping by leaning on his bookshelf. He no longer hid his face like last night. Although Agam looks sound in his sleep, but a frown on his forehead shows how tortured Agam is.

Sara looked at Agam's face for a while. Without thinking of anything. Just remembering what happened last night.

What are you carrying in your heart, Mom?

Sara then got up again and approached Agam's bed, where there was a blanket. Sara picked it up, then gently and slowly enveloped Agam. He heaved a sigh of relief as the blanket managed to land on Agam's body and the man was not bothered by it.

Only after that, Sara left the room while picking up the items that were splattered on the floor. Worried about disturbing Agam's movements with his wheelchair.

“Akh!”

While tidying up her hair, she accidentally touched her injured forehead. He just remembered the wound. Last night Sara did nothing to her wound, and now the red liquid has dried up.

Let me find the cure in the medicine box, Sara thought.

Once again, before she completely closed the door of the room, Sara looked at Agam's back fixedly. Only then did Sara go downstairs looking for a medicine box.

......................

“Good morning, Non Sara. Want breakfast first?,” say hello Mbok Jami as soon as he saw her enter the dining room.

“Good morning, Mbok ..”

“Den Raka yo wis, Non. Saiki again in Den Agam's office. (Den Raka has also come, Non. Now in his study Den Agam.),” continued Mbok Jami again.

Ah, panting ...

Sara had peeked earlier – as usual –, Agam has passed her room, that means she must have gone down to the dining room for breakfast. But, when Sara had gone to the dining room and there was no Agam there, Sara was quite astonished as well. And it turns out that's the reason.

“Then let me just wait for them, Mbok,” replied Sara while helping Mbok Jami prepare other foods that have not been served.

But what was expected did not come long.

Sara who was carrying a bottle of milk to put on the table, her eyes could not turn to look at Agam as soon as the man entered with Raka.

She looks fine.

There are no visible remnants that happened last night. Agam returned to the figure Sara first knew. Cold, tough, and expressionless.

Sara's observation of Agam is finally diverted when Raka will suddenly say something while pointing at her. Sara knew that Raka's attention was on the wound on the forehead that Sara had treated this morning. But Sara had covered it with a small plaster that was always carried in her bag. But, it still caught Raka's attention.

Before Raka could say it, Sara immediately pulled the index finger over her lips while shaking her head slowly. Sara did not want Raka to say anything, especially when in front of Agam.

Breakfast went as usual. Sara was more silent when eating her food. Only the most talkative Raka reported her work while joining breakfast. And Agam only occasionally responds to Raka's report.

“This is a topical medicine for his wound,” said Raka while offering wound ointment while Sara was washing dirty dishes in the kitchen.

Sara was surprised when Raka thrust it. It was unthinkable for Sara, that Raka would do that. Besides, what does he think this is a wound? Sara didn't even say anything about the wound.

“Did something happen yesterday?,” asked Raka again as soon as she received the medicine and thanked him.

Sara's stunned. Should he tell her? But, even though Raka is Agam's assistant, there are some things that Agam does not tell Raka.

“Mbok Jami said Mr. Agam slapped Madam yesterday,” continued Raka who is still not finished finding out.

“Oh it ... That's me wrong. I should remember that Mas Agam has unstable emotions in certain conditions. Yesterday I should not have forced the time Mas Agam said no,” explained Sara berkilah.

Sara put her last plate on the wet plate rack to dry it for a while. Then, facing Raka completely.

“Soal Mas Agam and Mama Widia ... What really happened to them? Did Mas Agam really never tell you even once?”

Raka shook her head. The look on his face now showed his seriousness. Without a smile as usual. “Master never told me about this.”

But, Sara sees no reason for Raka to lie, especially at a time when the tall man is worried about Sara's wound. He was sure Raka really did not know about this matter.

But obviously there is something.

But Sara's efforts didn't just stop. After lunch, Sara tried again.

“Mbok has been working for a long time in his family Mas Agam?,” asked Sara while entering dirty clothes to be washed.

Helping Mbok Jami work is the best way to be able to chat with Mbok Jami. Although many times Mbok Jami forbid it, but Sara did not mengubrisnya. Slightly asked, then interspersed in jest, Sara was sure the main topic could easily be infiltrated.

“Wah, yo suwi, Non. Wis ... (Well, yes, long time ago, Non. Already ..)” Mbok Jami stopped ironing and started counting. “... 35 years, Non.”

“Wah, long yes it turns out ..” says Sara chimed.

“Her time Mr. The same Madam Den Agam is not married, still dating, has participated in the opanya Den Agam. Anu, ... his parents Mr.”

“Pantesan Mas Agam wants Mbok to continue. Until brought here,” said Sara again half tease that replied Mbok Jami with a smile archived.

And Mbok Jami smoothly told me everything.

“When Den Agam's mother died, Den Agam continued. Same sir so rarely talk. Though when the Madam was still alive, the Madam was rarely at home. Most play with me, Non.”

Sara, who is waiting for the washing machine to do its job, is now helping Mbok Jami compose clothes that have been ironed.

“Keep knowing you brought a beautiful woman home. Yes, the lady now. He said he'd be his new mama Den Agam. It turns out to be real.”

“But, Den Agam didn't like it at first. Yes, it is, Non. Children's. Good thing Madam Baaiikk same Den Agam. Patience people. Attentiveness. Over time to get along, Non. Everywhere together. Together. Studying together. Until his sister Den Agam was born also Madam still dear. It's no different, non. Where's the stepson, where's the biological son. Dear all.”

Sara got up from her seat as soon as the washing machine had given her the mark of being washed. Now Sara is busy moving the clothes into the basket to be dried.

“If you remember yesterday, I was surprised how it could be like that?,” said Sara commenting on Mbok Jami's story.

“I'm also surprised, Non. Even now, if there is food from Madam ndak can be stored or eaten by anyone, I'm the same Pardi also ndak. I am yes eman (unfortunately), Non, look at the discarded food,” timpal Mbok Jami.

“Did you ever fight, Mbok? Are you the same Mama? Maybe before Mas Agam to go abroad that,” asked Sara while hanging some wet clothes on the clothesline available.

Mbok Jami shook his head. “Nno, Non. When Den Agam was paralyzed, Madam who took care of Den Agam every day. Until the time Den Agam fever 3 days was also the Mistress who took care of everything. Piye, Non? (Where's the fight, Non?)”

Everything Mbok Jami said remained the same. Widia is very fond of Agam. As far as Sara could see herself, she could not deny it either, Widia was indeed not evil. But, Agam became like that also not without cause.

Is there a misunderstanding between them? Something that made Widia wrong in Agam's eyes.

But Agam didn't seem to give Sara a chance to think any longer. Because Sara's phone just sounded a marker there's an email coming in for Sara.

As always, the task of Agam.

And that means the time to talk with Mbok Jami is over. Sara rushed to her study on the lower floor next to Agam's workspace.

But in the afternoon, after all her work was done, Sara was surprised by Agam's request.

“Please take me to the back porch. We can exercise (cue) there.”

Agam never asked Sara to push his wheelchair. The people allowed to be behind the wheelchair are Raka and Mbok Jami. And today, Agam suddenly asked for it. Really, Sara didn't know how to react.

“Is it convenient here?,” asked Sara after dismissing Agam's wheelchair in the corner of the terrace.

And Agam nodded, then thanked him.

“OK ... Where do we start?”

Sara had just shifted the bench on the terrace to get close to Agam. But then, Agam said, “Sorry ... Because it has ... hurt you.”

Sara fell silent to the apology Agam had just said. He lost his words when Agam said it.