Love That (No) Blind
Part 18-2: Search Missions (POV Agam)

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Tok, tok, tok ...

“Log in,” command Agam on someone who is knocking on his office door.

“Excuse me, Den.”

Mbok Jami ...

“Tlast night there was a package coming. Because it was night, Pardi did not dare to go to Den Agam's room. So tipped to me,” said Mbok Jami.

I could feel something landing on his hand. Like a big paper with plastic circles wrapped around like a long thin rope.

“Pak Pardi to where?,” asked Agam astonishment. Because usually this task is the duty of Mr. Pardi.

“Anu, Den. Sepurane (Sorry). Yesterday I was allowed to go home for a while, (child) the youngest one is sick. I think today can go back while waiting (child) number two coming from Jogja. But apparently I didn't get a plane. The new day can come. So I switched to Pardi first, Den. Pardi who came home, I came back here nyiapin food.”

Agam continued to listen to Mbok Jami's explanation.

“I request permission to Non Sara, Den. You see Den Agam has gone up yesterday, I did not dare.”

Hm ....

“So, yesterday Sara who cooked?,” Agam search.

“Not, Den. I cooked everything. I put it in the heating cabinet. Non Sara just serve it at the dinner table.”

Agam did not give much reaction when listening to Mbok Jami's explanation. How not? He knew everything last night.

“I go to the dining room first, Den. Ready to eat breakfast,” pamit Mbok Jami who was agreed by Agam.

Since lunch, Agam did not suspect Mbok Jami who is more silent and likes to disappear. He thought maybe Mbok Jami was busy with his job.

Feeling a little strange at lunch, a spoon was placed in his grasp. Strange indeed, because Mbok Jami has never done this before. Agam even had time to ask in his heart for what Mbok Jami did that. But when her nose caught the scent of cooking in front of her, she suddenly recalled taking classes for the blind in Japan. It is a sign that the food is ready.

But, he did not suspect. He thought Sara taught Mbok Jami. Because Sara was used to such things. She did not suspect at all that the person who was nearby yesterday was Sara.

Agam's suspicion was when he asked Mbok Jami to push his wheelchair onto the back porch.

The money ... is very special. Citrus aroma mixed musk and vanilla. The same fragrance that was on the knit shirt he had thrown into Agam's face. It was that fragrance that always followed him.

Just suspicious. His belief is uncertain. Just holding on to the scent of the body feels too soon to conclude. Agam remained at the beginning of the guess. It was Mbok Jami, with a typical Sara scent (perhaps near Mbok Jami).

Until at one point where he heard Sara's voice. Thanks again to SH 3.2.

“Hhhaaahh .. Yes Allah ..”

Sounded wily. But SH 3.2 can hear sounds up to 1 meter over. And Agam was not too far from Sara. Obviously his voice will be heard. Agam smirked his sinister smile back then. It was like he had just caught a little mouse.

Then, the desire to prank the girl suddenly flashed through his mind.

“Mbok, I want to eat omelette. Please make.”

Sara did not answer. But Agam can hear the sound of a skillet clashing with a spatula over and over again. And before long, the seductive scent of omelette had already challenged him before her. I want him to eat it. But, undo his intentions.

“Ask milk chocolate.”

“Make sandwich.”

“Sup cream. Bikinkan.”

Sara herself could only nag in the kitchen without knowing that Agam could also hear her and grin every time she heard Sara's nag.

“Yes Allah ... What's the matter, anyway? Not yet eaten that one.”

“She's after what, huh Gusti???”

But really, Agam would love to taste it. His hand moved to feel the dining table looking for dishes served in front of him. So touched, he just poked a little. Then, put it in his mouth.

Delicious ...

Butno. That's not the point.

“Ya already, Mbok. I'm satiated. Mbok eat only.”

Agam could hear Sara take a deep breath and hold her back. He may be holding his back.

Since her conversation with Widia on the phone at that time, she had another opinion about Sara. He was completely convinced, Sara would not betray him. But maybe not just because of the phone.

It probably started when Agam found out Sara was with him all night when he went berserk that night. Or maybe when I heard Sara nagging on the NFC at that time. I don't know when, but Agam realized something, every thing that Sara did little by little sprinkled her seeds of faith on the citrus vanilli-scented girl.

But that's not the big question now.

He was holding a ring in his hand. The ring he found in his room.

He just came out of the bathroom, and was going to the closet with his wheelchair. But then, the wheelchair stopped and signaled to her that the sensors had caught something underneath.

Agam took great pains to get off his wheelchair just to find out what was underneath. The rings. It was a ring.

He grabbed it slowly, trying to recognize the ring inch by inch.

Just an ordinary ring. Small form. Must have belonged to a woman.

Who is new from his room? Agam only remembered one name that last night sounded so panicked behind him. Sara.

Increasingly corroborating her assumption that it was Sara when she was going down to the bottom where Sara usually followed her, but instead in the opposite direction, which was to her room. One corner of her lips lifted up a little.

He did not change his room password, letting the girl go inside to look for the item he had been carrying since he was found. He must be frantically looking right now.

And the big question is the engraving on the ring.

As Agam felt the ring, he could feel the rough part of the ring. Slowly he grabbed it and tried to read the unique engraving engraved on the ring.

Not with ordinary letters, but Braille. And engraved with one name. Vians.

Who's Vian?