Love That (No) Blind
Part 14: Do You Suspect Me?

[Sara]

Although it must sacrifice feelings, but at least this way works. Widia no longer sends anything to Agam's house. Not coming to visit either. But, Sara still thought it might also be because of the busyness of the in-laws.

Not every time they come to visit, he thought.

Widia did not come, it means quiet time at home. There is no debate. There is no sense of arrogance in the heart because it must obey the strange request of the host. There is also no unimportant communication.

Yes, that means both Agam and Sara returned during the first day of their marriage. So Sara couldn't decide if she should feel calm, happy, or disappointed?

He was quite happy because he did not have to deal with Agam too often while he was still angry at Agam. But somehow the disappointment also appeared along with a sense of calm due to the reduced interaction. Bizarrely.

“Non, ndak anything? Ketokane is pale? (It looks pale?),” asked Mbok Jami when Sara was helping wash dirty dishes.

“Oh, mboten nopo-nopo, Mbok. (Oh, it's okay, Mbok.),” Sara replied as she dried her hands with a dry cloth. Then, go to the dining table to get some drinking water. “Custom, Mbok. Guests monthly.”

Mbok Jami's lips formed a circle and then nodded his head repeatedly.

The first day of her period did feel heavy for Sara every month. In the past, if this was the case, sometimes Sara would ask permission not to enter if she could not hold it. Not every month he does, because sometimes the pain does not bother him too much.

Today too was not too much work that Agam had given him. Because Sara had asked Agam for permission to see Mom at the hospital, because today is her blood washing schedule. So, Sara plans to rest after coming from the hospital.

“This, Non,” said Mbok Jami who suddenly was already nearby and thrusting a glass of water with a piece of ginger that was pounded rough was sinking at the bottom of the glass. “There was a little ginger in the closet earlier. Mbok make ginger wedang. Let's make it later.”

Haru's taste immediately enveloped Sara's feelings. She recalled how Mom used to do the same to her whenever she lay at home because of her monthly guest. And now Mbok Jami is doing it for Sara too. Suddenly Sara missed Mom. Sara's eyes were wet and full. Sara started crying.

“Lho, Non. How to cry to?”

Sara immediately hugged Mbok Jami and buried her face in the body of the fat woman. Hiding her tears that were still down because of her longing.

Though soon want to see Mom, but this even cries like a child.

But fortunately, Mbok Jami no longer asked much after sounding very worried to see his employer's wife suddenly become like that. Instead, Mbok Jami's hands gently caressed Sara's head. From top to bottom, then up, and so on, slowly. Sara could finally feel the calmness due to that gentle caress. Her tears are diminishing.

Sara then drank a drink made by Mbok Jami after he began to calm down. Mbok Jami accompanied him for a moment before finally leaving to continue his work. After washing her used glass, Sara immediately prepared to go to the hospital.

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“Mothers go home first, yes,” Mother said at the end of their meeting before Mom got in the car.

“That's the fried chicken you'll give to your husband. Remember Mom's message. You release it first from the bone you just cut into small pieces,” continued Mother again while showing a box of food containing fried chicken along with excess orders today. She accidentally took him to the hospital to be distributed to nurses and doctors, as well as Agam.

Not the excess is its name. But it was deliberately cooked more.

Although Sara had reminded Mother to reduce this kind of order, she still accepted it without Sara's knowledge. Especially now, when Sara is no longer living with Mom. I don't know how many orders for today?

Ask for help Mina is the best solution at the moment. Only Mama Mina can help you cook whenever there is an order like this.

“Remember, Sar. Like your father first, peeled yes,” order Mom once again.

“Iya, yes, Ma. Sara later gave to Mas Agam,” answered Sara while encouraging Mom to get in the car.

When Dad was alive, Mom and Sara were very attentive to the food Dad ate. Fathers who can not see that makes them have to be extra careful so that Dad does not choke or bite something that can not be eaten. And now I want Sara to do that for Agam.

Let me give it to Mbok Jami and the others. I couldn't eat it, Sara thought.

The car that Mother and Mina boarded finally drove away from the parking lot. Sara was still standing looking at the car. His gaze was straight only on the black Alphard car until it completely disappeared from his sight.

Drrt ...

Sara's daydream just blew away when her phone rang.

“Mama?,” call Sara softly while looking at the phone screen that displays her in-law's nickname.

“Halo, Sara? Are you busy today? Can you accompany me for coffee?”

Sara's tough call to reject especially after what happened yesterday. Sara was worried that her mother-in-law would think something bad about her. Although it feels like he prefers to go home, but in the end he agreed to the invitation.

“Sara will be there soon, Ma,” Sara replied as soon as she got Widia's location. And Sara could hear Widia's excited voice as soon as Sara answered her.

It's not far from the hospital where Sara is. It only takes 15 minutes by car and Sara can see from outside the building a 2-story cafe, Widia is waving her hand towards Sara from the 2nd floor.

Sara also returned Widia's hand before she finally went inside.

“How's Agam? Is she okay? Nothing the same Agam?” Widia immediately bombarded Sara with many questions as soon as she finished ordering. He asked at once as if he needed Sara to answer everything.

“Mas Agam is fine, Ma. No problem with Mas Agam. Mama don't worry,” Sara replied as gently as possible explaining to her mother-in-law.

Sara starts to feel guilty considering what happened yesterday, especially when Widia pulls the hands of Sara who is leaning on the table, then holds them gently with both hands.

“To be honest, Mama also felt that Agam was lucky to meet you and finally get married. Mama understood what you said yesterday. It should have been so. If Mama is in your position, Mama will definitely do the same.”

Sara's guilty feelings were stacked so high that she felt embarrassed to look at Widia. His head was down deep enough.

“Excuse Sara, Ma ..” he said softly.

Widia tightened her hand. “Don't feel guilty, Sara. You really should do it. Moreover, Mama see, Agam also trusts you very much to take care of it. Although actually Mama is jealous to see it, because suddenly Mama's child does not need Mama anymore. But, Mama can rest easy if it's you, Sara.”

Widia then removed Sara's hand from her grasp, and leaned against the chair she was sitting in. He looked at the street with a motor vehicle that he could see from his seat.

“What Mama is worried about now is the company's problem. The position of Agam in the company is really vulnerable. Some people come to Mama saying they are worried that this condition of Agam can harm the company.”

Sara looked at Widia closely, listened to everything she was about to say, and understood each word to see the flow of their conversation.

“Games is lucky to survive to this day because he is smart. Agam was smart from the beginning. But how long can Agam last? He was indeed intelligent, but if his eyes and ears were to eventually become that barrier ... NFC can be destroyed.”

Sara remained silent. He was still waiting for Widia to finish her words.

“They said, Agam is now focusing on small projects. I think they're right, NFC needs something big to survive. The problem now is Agam still capable?”

Widia's face that had been so serious when she said it, now suddenly became so relaxed.

“Ah, sorry yes ... Mama so digress,” Widia said before sipping coffee from the cup in front of her. “But a little bit you should know about NFC. After all this is the Wirasurya family company. And Sara is already part of this family.”

Back in that meeting room, Sara couldn't say anything, but now, she wanted to say it.

“But, according to Sara ... Mas Agam still has the ability to lead the NFC,” said Sara who looked straight at Widia.

“All projects done by Mas Agam, for Sara is a project that has a purpose and purpose. Big or small, Mas Agam always thinks about the benefits first. Selene for example. At a time when people only think about their individual benefits, Mas Agam has thought about it for the benefit of the crowd. Because of this, Mas donated it for medical research. Sara ... always feel proud of what Mas Agam.” did

It is true, no other word can describe her feelings every time Sara thought about the things Agam did. Proud. Just like when Agam invited him to join one of the projects.

“Mas Agam is not the type of person who gives up just like that. Although things did not support him, Mas always looked for ways to turn things around. I never want to stop just like that. Isn't it amazing, someone who can't see or hear, but can still make something out of his hands?”

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, almost 5 minutes whether it's Widia or Sara, both of them don't speak a word. Just looking at each other, then looking down at the glass in front of them. Except Sara. She still stared at her mother-in-law, though she no longer looked at herself.

But, all of a sudden, Widia raised her face, smiled, then asked, “How do you feel after becoming Agam's wife? I treat you well, right? Tell Mama that Agam is scolding you. Let Mama get mad at him.”

Sara was quite surprised by Widia's change in attitude. But, he still answered Widia's questions. Until the afternoon, Widia still continued to invite him to talk. Even pulled him and took him for a walk. Sara, again, had no choice but to follow him.

By the time Sara got home, it was already late at night. At 18:15. He was too tired with all the activities he had to live with Widia. Coupled with the pain in the abdomen to the waist, Sara had already imagined the bed as soon as she set foot in the house.

But, when he entered the living room, he saw Agam sitting on his wheelchair as if waiting for him.

Ah, it is impossible ...

“Mas ...,” call him while taking slowly Agam's hand to kiss the back of his hand. Despite the agreement, Sara still carries out her duties as a wife. Even if it was just smelling the back of his hand.

Sara had already walked away from Agam to head for her room. He was just about to pass by the living room sofa when Agam started talking with his taut tone and sounded quite angry.

“You won't explain where you were until last night?”

Sara stopped her steps, then turned to face Agam with her gaze.

Why would he care where Sara went?

“You're afraid of stories, right? You're afraid I know that you met Mama.”

Oh, so he knows. Maybe he asked the driver, then he told him.

“Yes, Mama was on the phone taking a walk and chatting. I asked the driver to take me to the meeting place. But, I asked him to come home. Because I'm afraid you might need it,” explained Sara.

He did do that. Then go home by ordering an online motorcycle. Because worry too late to arrive home with traffic jams here and there at the office home hours like that. Riding a motorcycle is the fastest solution.

“Oh yes? Isn't it because you're afraid the driver told me that you're planning something there. Right, guys? You must be planning something, right?,” hardik Agam who almost shouted.

Sara frowned, looking at Agam who was still sitting on his wheelchair facing the middle room door, even though Sara was on the side. Sara's heart started to get inflamed with all of Agam's words.

“You suspect me, Mas?,” asked Sara in an almost elevated tone.

“I'm not only suspecting, I'm sure you guys are already planning to conspire.”

Sara looked up at Agam. His emotions are now rising.