Love That (No) Blind
Part 21: Falling Star (POV Agam)

[Games]

As soon as Sara walked into her study in a panic, Agam already knew what this was about. Raka had called him to give word from the driver who was usually in charge of delivering Sara's mother.

And just like that time, if it was about her mother, Sara was always extra careful. He was always afraid that Agam would make a mistake. Agam knows about that too.

If there is a problem, am I not the one affected as well?

But Agam said nothing. He let Sara with all her panic. While he already has his own plan to welcome the important people in Sara's life.

Since that night maybe. Yeah, definitely since that night. The night when Agam raided Sara was all-out with all his unusual requests. Since then, Agam has begun to opiate at odds with what Sara thinks of Agam.

Sara thinks Agam doesn't like Mom coming home, Agam welcomes her warmly. Sara thinks Agam doesn't like Nisa, Agam plans the donut and the playground. Sara thought Agam would not eat Mother's food, Agam ate it, greedily.

All Agam did was to listen to the angry and upset moans that Sara held in her great-grandson voice.

Strange indeed. But fun. And also addicting. Opium.

“Master, sir ...,” call Raka over and over again while they are in the study after lunch, leaving Sara and the others around the house.

“What's up?,” ask.

“I'm just worried. The master smiled every time I gave a report. I'm afraid Mr. sick.”

Ehem ...

Agam cleared his throat once, then changed his face back to normal. He just realized, Raka's right. His teeth felt dry as he pursed his lips.

“You go back to the office only. Finish the rest. Only after that can go home,” Agam told Raka.

“But, I want to ask you something, Sir,” asked Raka in her slow tone.

Rouse suspiction.

“What?”

“Master asked Madam Sara to stay here. But, if you stay overnight, Mr and Madam how?”

The deg!

“Will the Master and Madam be rooming when Madam comes to stay?”

I forgot! Too cool to prank Sara until she forgot about it.

“I-it's your job to find out,” replied Agam loudly.

“Yes? Me, Mister?”

“Yes yes, that's your job today. Don't go home before you see the answer.”

Agam could hear Raka's limp sound coming out of his room.

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

When everyone came home, the atmosphere at home was quiet as usual. No fanfare that felt as warm as it had been this afternoon filled the entire room. Surprisingly, Agam missed him.

After dinner, Agam would usually return to his study or room, but this time he asked Mbok Jami to be escorted to the back porch. The aroma of the terrace that he used to feel through his nose reminded him of the conversation with Mother this afternoon which was also done in the same place.

It's not about how Mom feels about Agam. Nope. He's known that, ever since the marriage contract. Although the mother said she could accept it, Agam knew, there was still a sense of heaviness in her heart from the way she spoke. And Agam doesn't care. As he had thought all along. No parent would want to marry his child to a disabled person like him. He's got.

But it's about a sentence that Mom says that sticks to her head constantly.

“When Sara said she was getting married, she also said she had broken up with her boyfriend.”

Breaking up? So she has a boyfriend? Is it because of this marriage that she broke up? Or before?

Agam then took something out of his pants pocket. Then play it with his fingers.

Does it have anything to do with the ring? Vian's?

The more thought out, somehow his chest also became increasingly tight. Agam did not like the taste of the tightness.

“Mas ..”

Sara's sudden call to open the porch door made Agam reflexively reinsert the ring into his pants pocket quickly.

Sara then put something soft in her hands. A kind of neatly formed cloth resembling clothes.

Knitted?

“That knit sweater. Mom loves to knit. I used to make one. But ... ahem .. i-intinya, I made one also for Mas,” said Sara explained.

Agam understood the meaning of Sara's sentence that was cut. The girl was talking about her sweater that was once thrown in Agam's face. The sweater is still kept by Agam. Reluctant to be returned. Sara did not ask for it either. Maybe afraid to bring something up.

“The intention was to be given earlier when unloading, but forgetfulness. Mom put it to me scared of forgetfulness until I got home. It turns out that the truth forgot.”

I opened the sweater and then put it on. Sara helped him when he had trouble inserting his arm.

Warm.

“Wah, pas!,” exclaimed Sara as she clapped her hands. “Mothers from the past are indeed pinter when it comes to this, but just look at it.”

Agam's fingers moved slowly over his arm wrapped in the sweater. Soft taste.

With all her mother-in-law's doubts about her, Agam admits that her attention has never diminished to her or Sara.

“Mas ... What were you guys talking about?,” asked Sara suddenly.

When Sara came to ask anxiously, Mother switched the conversation. Sara must still not be satisfied because the question has not been answered by Mother.

“Only ... thank you for taking care of his son,” replied Agam soberly.

Sara sighed. “Mom is like that. Although his heart feels heavy, but still I live. When it's full in your head, just start talking. Definitely because it's often up.” tension

They fell silent again.

“Mbok Jami found this clean-up time yesterday.”

Agam took out a ring from his pants pocket, then gave it to Sara.

“Size is small. I'm sure it belongs to a woman's finger. Obviously not Jami's. So I'm sure, this is yours. Because there are no other women in this house besides Mbok Jami and you.”

Sara sounded very nervous. “O-oh Yes ... Definitely fell. K-meet where, huh?”

“At the top," replied Agam lying.

“O-oh ... M-maybe roll up to there.”

He trusts.

“Vian ... The name in the ring. Right, right?” Agam tried to ask. “She's your boyfriend?”

Sara remained silent for a long time. I don't know what he's doing.

“Mantan.”

The short answer.

“Mother thought you were getting married, but instead married me.”

“Mother said so?,” Sara said rather loudly.

Agam nodded his head.

“You guys are still in touch?” Agam dared himself to ask.

“She has decided me,” she replied. Then continue it again, “Before marriage.”

I don't know what's going on inside him. But, Agam wanted to know more. So ask him.

“You still love him?”

Sara did not answer him. “I don't know.”

Tight-tasting. I don't know why, my chest feels full.

“You still keep the ring. Doesn't that mean you expect a change?”

Again, not answering directly.

“Perhaps also because ... I want there to be an explanation I can accept about the reason he decided me.”

This time it was Agam who was silent. The question still remains, but his courage is nonexistent. Afraid she was out of breath, because it was too tight in her chest.

“What are you doing?,” asked Agam to change the topic of their conversation that felt even made him and Sara more distant.

“Seeing the stars,” the answer is slim. But then, “... m-sorry, sorry, not I mean ..”

Agam did not give any reaction. He understands what Sara means. But he doesn't care about that. He was more interested in the topic before. It just can't be continued.

Suddenly, his right hand felt a soft touch from Sara. Behind him the palm of Agam until it opens upwards.

“What do you want?,” ask wonder.

Agam felt something move within his palm. Up, to the side, Agam is getting better at reading it.

“Castars fall?”

“Hmm! Just now there was a shooting star,” Sara replied enthusiastically. “No want to make a request?”

Agam laughed cynically in response to Sara's question. “You still believe in that kind of thing?”

Sara did not answer. Suddenly, Sara had scrunched up Agam's fingers, then raised them up. While the other hand is made to look up.

“That star came from above ..” Sara said.

Then move the pinnacle above which slid sideways down towards his other hand. “... sliding down. And hap ..”

The other hand that was below was clasped shut. “... caught.”

Then, move his hand towards his left chest. “Then saved there first. Later if you have thought, just used the request.”

And that gentle touch had already moved away from him. But his warmth still tickled on his skin. Agam who still holds his left chest, is now fixated without being able to say anything.

“Father used to teach me to keep it there. Then I use one time job interview to be accepted. And it graduated! So now the rest of 2.”

Agam smiled at Sara's chattering that sounded so laughable in her ears, but it was quite tickling in her heart.

What a strange story.

But Agam himself was still holding onto his left chest. He even patted it once and wished for the star to remain there and not disappear.

Later I will use it, the mind has planned.

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

“Mas ..”

Agam's wheelchair that would take him to his room stopped when Sara called him. Soon, the girl was near him.

“Thank you for today. I want to help you face Mom. Mina and Nisa too. About the playground, stay, and others, I know Mas just mince words. I'll make sure Mom doesn't come here anymore let alone to stay.”

And it still continues.

“On the side dish that Mother brought earlier, I told Mbok Jami to put it in another container. Tomorrow let me eat the same as the others.”

Sickly silent for a moment. Then something pleasant suddenly flashed inside his intelligent brain.

“Sara.”

“Y-ya?”

“Can you please help me to the room? The wheelchair power is exhausted. So can't move.”

“Eh ..”

A few minutes later, as they were in front of Agam's room. Sara's hand has led Agam's hand to the keypad password. But Agam pulled his hand, then said, “You're the one who entered. Password ..”

Sara still complies with Agam's request.

As soon as Agam's wheelchair arrived in the room, Agam asked for something else.

“Sara, can you please take me to bed? It's a little difficult if the wheelchair doesn't work.”

“Eh, but not ..” Sara stopped her sentence.

“Why?” I know what Sara meant.

You must have seen it.

“B-nothing.”

And before long, Sara had poked Agam's arm over his shoulder, and brought him to his bed.

“Thank you.”

“Then I come out first.”

“Sara's. Please tell Mbok Jami tomorrow. I want to taste the fried chicken together that I brought earlier.”

Sara must have been surprised. “Ha? T-ta ..”

“Dan, one more. I'm serious about that room. And also playground. They'll start working on it tomorrow.”

Agam could hear Sara's voice stuck in her throat. You may not find the right word to say it. Her lips are now expanding.

“Oh yes. Tomorrow you will go to NFC. I'll introduce you to someone. Now, I'm going to bed. Please close the door when you get out. Good night.”

Finished saying so, Agam broke down himself. Then pretending to be asleep, waiting for Sara to close the door.

THE HORN!

He's out, his mind.

Agam is sure. Because there was no citrus-musk-vanilla scent in his room. The girl had actually come out, unlike back then.

It was a pleasant idea just so that he could feel the citrus-musk-vanilla scent for even longer. The aroma that somehow lately it feels like it always wants to be near him. Don't want to be far.

Once lost like this, his heart had already missed him. Feeling lonely's.

If I tell Raka, is there such a perfume?

Then, Agam realized something.

Over time I sounded like a pervert. Ck.