Love That (No) Blind
Part 26: Between Agam and Arya

[Sara]

Last night, Sara had a beautiful dream. Stroll on the beach, enjoy the soothing onshore breeze, and the orange sky because the sun is about to end its working hours. Down the beach on the white sand barefoot, the occasional wave comes wet the beach lips to remove the footprints that he just made.

When tired, Sara sat facing the beach next to a man who had been there. Casually, Sara leaned her head on the man's shoulder.

“He's good, huh, Mas?,” asked Sara so happy.

“Hmm, yes. Nice.”

This voice ... I think I've heard of it.

Sara raised her head slowly, then turned her head slightly just to find out who the owner of the familiar voice was?

As the man looked at him, the smile on the man's face seemed to resuscitate him.

Wait for. Why is it Mas Agam?

And ... when Sara opened her eyes, the beach in front of her had changed into the view of a room that was half foreign.

Yep, half foreign. Half, he felt he had seen it. Half of it again, he felt like this was the first time he had woken up in this place.

Sara's eyes started to look around for clues. Right, left, up, down. And stop right in front of him. There he saw an alien back he had never seen.

The sturdy, sturdy back was covered in smooth brown pajamas as soft as silk. A wide back that feels tempting to touch.

Sara's hand that had been leaning there slowly moved following the protruding backbone behind the pajamas. Why does it feel so relaxing?

Astaghfirullah!!! That's Mas Agam!!

Sara immediately sat down on the bed, looking at the figure of Agam who was still asleep behind her with a feeling of panic.

What did you just do, Sarraaa???

Oh, my God, Sara. You yourself make a barrier, you also break it. You really are a villain, Sara!

Slowly, without making much movement, Sara crawled closer to Agam, peering slowly over the man's back.

Still sleeping ...

Sara sat back down, stroked her chest to calm her irregular heartbeat, and re-regulated her teary breath.

He looked at the back of the man who had been beside him all night, while remembering their conversation about the kitten and all the things he had done. Despite still feeling guilty and ashamed of her own stupidity, Sara still smiled if she remembered how the man could understand her.

Turns out, he could be that sweet too ...

The table clock on the nightstand near Agam shows at 03:55. Pray again shajuh.

Slowly Sara got up, and went to prepare for her routine this morning.

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“Waahh ... The money is delicious,” exclaimed Arya as soon as she walked into the dining room. Sara and Mbok Jami who are preparing lunch come smiling to see Arya who is now approaching the dining table and looks very ready to devour everything on it.

“What cooking, Mbok?,” Arya asked excitedly.

“That's his mother's shipment Non Sara, fish pesmol, Den Agam's order. If this one is beef steak with corn soup,” explained Mbok Jami while putting a bowl of steak sauce on the table.

“Pesmol?”

“Iya, Den. Pesmole. Non Sara's mom makes good, Den. Gulai yesterday too,” said Mbok Jami praised. It was heard by Sara who was preparing pesmol to eat Agam to make him blush.

Arya nodded while rounding her lips. “Pantesan yummy.”

But then exclaim to Sara who is actually not too far from Arya, “Mbak, I can ngincip pesmolnya?”

“Loh, it's for everyone. Mbok Jami and the others can also. Puneya Mas Agam has been separated. Here, for Mas Agam,” answered Sara put a plate of fish that had been cut as small as usual on the table where Mas Agam sat.

“Asyik ...,” exciting Arya again excited.

Shortly after, Agam came to the dining room. And Arya's been passionately telling me about today's lunch menu.

Agam listened to every rant Aryan. Sometimes he gives a smile in every story Arya says. He did not ask Arya to stop what else interrupted him. Seemed to enjoy it.

True said Mbok Jami, Mas Agam really loves his sisters.

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“Den Agam if the same Den Arya Ianng really, Non. Den Arya is the same. It used to be small, Den Agam if everywhere Den Arya would follow behind. Got nothing, yes Den Agam divided. Den Arya is also the same,” so said Mbok Jami as they were preparing lunch earlier.

“If the same Non Ava is also the same unfortunately, but not as close as Den Arya.”

“Ava?”

“His sister Den Agam the smallest.”

Oh, that fashion school.

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Remembering all the talk, then seeing the interaction of the two made Sara to put on her smile.

“When are you going to the FTC?,” asked Agam to Arya on the sidelines of their lunch.

THE FTC?

“Let's go, Mas. Still want to look around first, yes studied as well,” replied Arya casually while enjoying the fish pesmol that turned out to be liked by Arya.

“Don't take too long. If there is something you do not understand, ask Mas or Raka. All this time he handled everything, Mas who monitored,” timpal Agam.

“Arya!”

Not yet able to answer, Arya was already surprised when someone called her name, which turned out to be Widia, her mother. Not only Arya actually, almost everything in the dining room.

Agam. He reacted normally like nothing had happened.

“Yeah, Arya. Said your driver wanted to stay here. Why don't you say it to Mama? Mom is waiting for you to come home all day.”

Once inside, the first person Widia saw was Arya. And all his scolding was just for Arya. Why not go home? Where do you sleep here? What's just here? And then, and next.

Arya herself as the person being spoken to only answered as was. He seemed uninterested in his question. Not the person, just the question. Due to Arya's dislike of every question her mother had, she still showed her respect for Widia.

“Cute Mama's home, huh? My mother was alone in the main house. Yea? Follow Mama, yes?,” persuade Widia continuously. I don't know how many times he's said that. While the one who was invited to talk was just eating, eating, and eating.

“Arya!” Widia finally started sulking. “How are you anyway? This is Mama talking from earlier not horrified.”

“Arya dengerin, Ma. Arya ate again, she replied. Mama ate too. It's delicious this way. What was his name, Ma'am?” This time, Arya invites Sara to join in their conversation.

“Pesmol snapper,” reply Sara .

“Oh, yes. Pesmole. His mother Sara. Mama try, deh. It's delicious, Ma. Mbok, please take a plate for Mama.”

“Her mother Sara?,” asked Widia astonishment. He then turned to look at Sara who was immediately replied with a smile by Sara. Then moved to Agam and the plate in front of him. He looked at Agam who was devouring a spoonful of rice with a piece of fish on it.

“Your mother who cooked?,” asked Widia once again. This time it was for Sara.

On second thought, it felt like this was the first time Mama had looked at me and Agam since she had come.

“I-iya, Ma,” answered Sara briefly.

Widia glanced briefly at Agam. But then it was surprised by Mbok Jami who brought an empty plate for him.

Sara got up from her seat to help pick her up, but Widia refused. A minute later, a piece of fish had already moved onto Widia's plate and started to taste it.

Widia's eyes were wide. He looked at the piece of fish that had just entered his mouth.

“Enak, right?,” asked Arya with her wide smile.

Widia nodded her head. “Your mother is smart to cook, yes.”

Sara smiled with relief.

“Yesterday there is also beef gulai. Hm .... Delicious all trees, Ma.” Arya was back to praise.

“Gulai?,” asked Widia who was again astonished.

Sara also did not understand Widia's reaction like that. I don't know what surprised him. However, Widia still continues to devour the food at the dining table while occasionally glancing towards Agam who still remains calm enjoying his lunch.

Widia's efforts to persuade Arya to return to the main house did not stop just like that. After lunch, Widia still follows Arya wherever she goes. Continues to whine relentlessly even though Arya repeatedly refused his request. For various reasons, Widia keeps asking Arya to come home. But for one reason alone, Arya refused to come along.

“Arya wants to stay here. Arya wants to stay with Mas Agam,” said Arya firmly refused.

“Keep later if you start work how? Who took care of you? Who is your food, your clothes, your needs?”

“In the US are also all Aryans who prepare themselves. If work leaves from here. The car, it already exists. Food, there's Sara. Clothes, there's Mbok Jami. Others, there is Mas Agam. It's all here. Bye, yeah. Mama just go home. In the main house there are many people. Mama is not alone.”

Sara looked towards Agam who was already moving his wheelchair up the stairs. Then, back to Widia who is still trying to persuade Arya. Only Arya who looked up from behind Widia looked at Agam who left. While Widia does not seem to care about Agam's departure, even though Arya who is in front of her does not stop looking at Agam who continues to move up.

Is it just my feeling or is it? There is a difference in the attention Widia gives to Agam and Arya.

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Author's Note :

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