Love That (No) Blind
Part 16-1: Preparing the Heart

[Sara]

“Mas is aware of it? The tone of Mas's voice was more like an angry person,”, said Sara who tried to keep the tone of her voice did not rise above Agam.

“I am talking about you again, why did you return it to me? You're still angry about se...”

THE CREAK!

Sara suddenly stood up and pushed her chair back violently to the sound of friction on the chair legs and tiles on the floor quite hard. Suddenly he stopped talking. His face looks tense.

“I'll eat later.”

Sara then left Agam without saying anything. The bread he had laced with butter was laid without the slightest taste. His appetite suddenly disappeared hearing Agam again say a series of nonsense sentences.

“Where are you going? Why not eat?”

Sara almost reached the door when Agam again asked in her thin tone. He turned half-body while glaring at Agam who was sitting facing the dining table with a plate of bread and a glass of milk in front of him that he had not even touched.

What the hell is wrong with this guy?, thought Sara who was furious at seeing Agam.

Sara then turns around and approaches Agam, grabs Aga's wrist, and holds her open palm face up. With her index finger from the other hand, Sara began to say something over Agam's palm.

“If you want to find a friend noisily, find someone else. I don't want to fight in front of Mbok Jami.”

Then, put Agam's hand back on the handle of his wheelchair slowly. And go after that. Really go. Even Agam did not say anything more.

As soon as she arrived in her room, Sara immediately sat on the bench of her dressing table, staring annoyed at the image of herself in the mirror, grumbling, “What the hell does she want? Serba wrong continues to be.”

Sara gave a rough snort as she recalled her debate earlier in the dining room. His forehead wrinkled, both eyes almost glared so upset. Though he had relented, not discussing anything there but he was looking for a storm.

“Huh ... I'm the one who came by the moon, why is he the one who likes to get angry?,” continued Sara grumbled.

Tok, tok, tok ...

“Non Sara ... This is Mbok Jami, Non ..”

Jami Mbok?

Sara immediately opened the door of her room, and found Mbok Jami who was waiting at the door of her room while holding a tray on which was placed a plate with several pieces of bread that had been smeared with butter, and a glass of ginger wedang.

Sara lost her words. He thought Mbok Jami must have seen them fight earlier, then delivered this to his room.

“Thank you, Mbok. B-but no need to deliver. I will come down again, after ..”

Sara peeked briefly outside her room, anticipating that someone would listen to her next remark.

“... Mas Agam entered the workspace,” whispered.

Mbok Jami laughed at hearing that. Then, he said in his soft voice, “Mbok told Den Agam, Non.”

Sara's eyes were straight round. His head was even pulled back. His eyebrows shot up as if he could not believe Mbok Jami said that.

Did Agam tell you?

Then, Mbok Jami further jokingly tease Sara, “Lha piye to, Non? Sek bag rabbi kok exchange until separate room ngene. (What the hell, Non? New marriage kok fight until split room gini.)”

Sara just laughed awkwardly.

“Kata Den Agam, Non Sara was told to take 2 days off, rest in the room. He said, Den Agam did not send any work,” continued Mbok Jami conveyed the message of Agam.

A holiday? What's up, huh? How different was the same?

“Later when it is finished do not need to be brought down, Non. Just put it on that table. Later Mbok who settled,” said Mbok Jami again while pointing to a small nightstand near the door of Sara's room. And leave after Sara receives the tray.

Sara continued to look at the contents of the tray as soon as she closed the door of her room. What was seen was bread piling up on a plate, but in his head imagining Agam ordering Mbok Jami to deliver this. At a glance, Sara's lips are drawn to both sides of her face, even if only for half an inch.

What smile?!

He shook his head instantly with a bang, breaking out a thin smile that had just expanded in order to shrivel back. But, it still devoured a piece of bread violently.

Apparently, it's still not finished.

In the afternoon, Sara's room was locked. And again Mbok Jami came to his room.

“From Den Agam, Non. Was delivered by Den Raka.”

Pity again?

After Mbok Jami left, Sara was still pensively looking at the warming pads she had just received. It could be that the person who from morning always invites him to the mouth war gives stuff like this. And on top of that, who told him?

Is it Jami Mbok? Yes, it could be. Yesterday Sara became so emotional that she hugged Mbok Jami. But, just like that can make an Agam touched? He is more curious about how to tell Mbok Jami to soften the heart of Agam who is always rented from yesterday.

But, taking it for granted without saying thank you, is it okay?

Without thinking any longer, Sara had already placed the pad on her bed, then walked out of her room.

However, the problem is not that easy.

When Sara arrived in front of Agam's study, she did not dare to do anything. His hand that was ready to knock could only hang in the air as it stayed a few more centimeters touching the door. His anger a moment ago that made him ashamed to face Agam.

But it's not my fault either. He who was angry first was not clear. Never mind, my goal is to thank you. If he's looking for another storm, I'll just go.

THE HORN!

Just now Sara's hand was pulled back to be pushed forward knocking when it turned out that the door had suddenly opened. The door that opened caused Sara to be forced to move away from where she stood.

Agam's wheelchair then moved out until finally the door of his study closed by itself.

Agam's moving wheelchair back led him towards a special staircase for Agam adjacent to the normal staircase that Sara used to use. Just a few seconds the wheelchair moved, Sara called her, “Mas ..”

The wheelchair just stopped. But not turning around.

Sara chased him to where Agam was waiting. Then stand beside him.

“What's up?,” the ask is short.

“I've received the goods from Mbok Jami ..” Sara was silent for a moment, then came back saying, “... Thank you, Mas.”

Just be silent. Sara's getting the wrong way. Did I speak wrong?

A minute feels like hours. Sara didn't want to wait any longer.

“If so ... I come back,” said Sara and immediately stepped away.

But, suddenly ... “What still hurts?”

“Ya?” Sara turned to face Agam.

“Your stomach. Does it still hurt?”

Sara wails. Eyes rounded. Strange as it feels, although his heart feels warm since Mbok Jami said the items are from Agam. But, still, something is strange. I don't know, it's hard to describe. Anyway weird.

“S-little.”

“If you need anything else, just say.”

“I-iya.” Weird, right?

5 Seconds, 10 seconds, 15 seconds. Be it Agam or Sara, both are silent. Silent.

“There's more you want to say?,” ask Agam suddenly.

Sarah was surprised.

“T-no. A-once again, thank you.”

Immediately, Sara chose to hurry back to her room. As soon as she closed the door, Sara peeked out from behind her door. He saw Agam was still in the same place, not yet moving from there.

Sara swallowed her saliva hard. Why is he still there?

He closed the door slowly, removing the figure of Agam from his sight. Then, stand back to the door he just closed.

I don't know what's going on. The other side of Agam he saw today was somewhat different from the usual Agam. Very contrasted with the side of Agam that is not stable emotions or cold and stiff.

Not a bad thing should be. It just makes Sara curious. How many sides of Agam has he not seen? Sara wondered, if the others would appear in such a shocking way like this. Because if she did, Sara felt she had to prepare her heart.