Love That (No) Blind
Part 12-2: Responding to Apologies (POV Agam)

[Games]

When Agam woke up earlier, he had already felt a very intense fatigue all over his body. Either because of his anger overnight or because of his sleeping position that continues to hug his wheelchair throughout the night. Maybe both too. But clearly, he would indeed feel that way every time he went berserk.

Yeah, this isn't the first time Agam has been like that. Every time he remembered his past, all parts of his brain seemed to go back to that time, a time when he first felt helpless because of his flaws. Wrecking period.

There was not much he could remember afterwards, other than ravaging his own room, and crawling around in search of a good hiding place to dodge everything. That was how Agam when the anger attacked him.

But that doesn't mean her hatred for Widia just disappeared. He still hates her. How could he stop hating her if that woman was the cause of all this?

As Agam was drifting in his own mind, that was when he felt something soft was covering his body. I try my best not to move in the slightest.

Whatisthis? A blanket? Who is ...

I remember something in his rampage last night. His ears caught a voice. Yeah, Agam sure he heard something last night. It means there's something in her room. Or someone?

Yes, his 2-year effort to restore everything was not in vain, even though it was not perfect. Agam's ears can eventually capture sound even though it is only a very small and unclear sound, more like a noise on the radio. But that means there's a change. That is, he can be healed.

No one knows. Neither did raka. He did not want to make the person who did this to him become more vigilant. Better like this.

Had it not been for the commotion going on in the NFC, he would have probably stayed longer there, perfecting it all. Damn those people!

But ... Back to last night. Who is in Agam's room? And now she's putting a blanket over her body. Was he in his room all night? What is that guy doing?

Slowly, Agam groped around his seat to look for his hearing aid. Last night he let go because he wanted calm. One good thing about deafness according to Agam is that the silence she hears makes her calmer when she needs it.

Ah, meet ... He put it on his wheelchair stand it turns out.

“Akh!”

Sara's? That's Sara?

I'm sure it was Sara's voice. But, what was the girl doing in her room? How'd he get in? Who told you the password? Yes, someone must have told him. But who?

Jami Mbok? Every day he changed the password of every room he gave the password to. And today he did tell his house assistant that it was because he asked for help to clean his room. Could it be Mbok Jami? Seems like. Because there are no other suspects.

THE HORN!

The door to his room was closed. That girl is out. Agam breathed his leg. He was already too tense thinking about Sara who was in his room.

Now, Agam's hand touched the blanket on his body. Feels warm. Which part is warm, his body or his heart? What is clear is that there is a sense of security in the memory of her having just spent her night with Sara.

Yes, safe. Because nothing happened to him last night. She's doing just fine. The bad one might be Sara herself. Because Agam was considering whether Sara's groaning was a groan of pain or not? Because it sounds pretty painful to Agam.

The next morning, when Raka came and asked him, then slowly almost all his questions were answered. Almost. Not everyone.

“What did Madam Sara fall yesterday?,” asked Raka to Agam after they had breakfast together.

“Fall?” Agam was even more surprised by Raka's question.

“There is plaster on the left forehead. Her lips are a little scuffed. Not to mention, bluish bruises around the right cheek. Yes, although covered in powder still looks faint,” babble Raka explained Sara's condition.

Bruises on the cheeks ... It was probably his accidental slap yesterday. But, forehead? If plastered means wounded, right? Why do people put plaster on the forehead? Not fashion.

Is that really Sara she heard last night? If true, that means ... Agam hurt him last night. Again. Twice.

The guilt is growing. He knew he had made a mistake yesterday. But not sorry yet, and now again?

Agam plays his fingers, a sign that he is not calm.

“I don't know who's on the forehead. Closed plaster. But the bruise is quite large too.”

Then, Raka asked again. Investigate something.

“Did something happen yesterday, Mister?”

Agam still maintained his calm demeanor. “Do not know. Have Mr. Pardi buy the wound ointment at the pharmacy near here. You love Sara. Don't ask much.”

Yeah, so much better.

But it didn't. Agam is still not calm.

“SIMULATION FAILED,” so the notification message heard by him while at work in his workspace. I don't know how many times he's made a mistake. Still wrong.

Agam massaged his head slowly, relieving his headache that had not receded. Plus with all the trials that always fail, today was a bad day.

“Enter the C-512 prompt, repeat once again,” said he gave the command to his computer system which was designed to receive voice commands.

And a few minutes later, “PRESSURE 30%. SPEED 45%. RESILIENCE 20%. SIMULATION FAILED.”

BRACKET!

Agam beat up his desk. He was at the end of his patience. Throwing himself back to the back of his wheelchair, Agam let out a long sigh. Eyes closed. Recalling the sound of pain Sara called out this morning.

It must have been very painful ...

And Agam's guilt is back. Or maybe they never left. Maybe that was the reason for his failure earlier. His unfocused.

At that moment, Agam thought of meeting the girl.

“Sorry ... Because it has ... hurt you ..” so the first sentence that Agam expressed once his courage has been gathered. To the extent that cold sweat soaked his palms.

“I ... not intentionally .. slap you,” Agam continued again. “I ... also .. overnight ..”

“S-night? A-what's d-with last night?.” Sara's voice sounded soft. But Agam knew the girl was nervous.

Maybe he thinks I don't know.

“I'll call a doctor for ..”

“Ah, no, no. N-not necessary. Raka had already given her medicine. I-it's enough,” exclaimed Sara many times said ‘not’.

It really happened ...

“Other times, don't approach while I'm being unstable. I ... I could hurt you again.”

Sara remained silent. Long enough he did not answer. The problem is, it's Agam's nervous turn.

Is he looking at me with hatred? What is that girl doing? Or what he was thinking?

“S-sara?,” call Agam.

“Ah, sorry, sorry. Yes, I heard it. I will,” answered Sara.

That's what she wanted, Sara didn't go near her. But for some reason, his heart had just felt a hint of disappointment.

Could she have expected Sara to answer otherwise? Could it be that she wished Sara could make her feel safe?