Love That (No) Blind
Part 28: The Man with the Face of Sendu

[Sara]

“Mas Agam has not come down yet, Mbok?,” asked Sara to Mbok Jami who had just passed her when she had just passed the back porch and found that there was no figure of her husband there.

“Numbered, Non. I was upstairs but there was Den Arya in front of Den Agam's room. I don't dare it again, Non,” replied Mbok Jami.

Aryans?

“From earlier, Mbok?,” asked Sara again.

“Ya is quite old, Non. Half an hour ago I went up there was Den Arya. I do not know Den Arya how long it has been above.”

When Agam said he wanted to rest, there wasn't much Sara thought. Maybe he really wanted to, she thought. With everything that happens, who doesn't want to rest their heart and mind? For this reason, Sara chose to go to her study like her husband. Finishing the work he should have done.

But hearing what Mbok Jami said, Sara started to feel worried. Not yet out of the room, and now Arya is waiting outside. Wh why?

Is it possible that he doesn't want to see Arya?

Sara set her foot in Agam's room. As soon as he arrived upstairs, from the front door that was previously his room, he could see Arya sitting in front of Agam's room.

Arya sat on the floor with her head lowered. It was so deep that it felt too heavy to lift up. But Arya wasn't sleeping. Sara could still see the man's fingers played. Sometimes clasped tightly, sometimes his thumb rotates on his index finger.

Shortly after, Arya got up from her seat. He came to the door of Agam's room and stood in front of him.

Tok, tok, tok ...

A very gentle knock. Not getting knocked on especially hard. Arya knocked on the door like she was asking her permission to enter.

“Mas ... It's me, Arya,” Arya said after several knocks but there was no answer from inside there.

And still the same, still not the answer.

I don't know how many times Arya has done the same thing like that. 30 minutes is definitely not a short time for someone who is waiting.

Arya was about to turn towards where she was sitting earlier, but when she turned around, her eyes met with Sara who was standing not far from her. Arya looked at Sara as if she was meeting with the answer she was looking for. He was compassionate like a little boy who was asking for the protection of his mother who would help him reconcile her with his father.

Sara swallowed her saliva slowly. He approached Arya who clearly looked exhausted. The smile on her face developed slightly just so that Arya would no longer worry.

“Mas you may be sleeping,” said Sara reasoned but said it with full confidence. “If sleeping usually the hearing aid is removed.”

Arya sighed. “I want to say the same Mas, Ma'am. Just for a second."

Sara smiled back despite being thin. “It's better not now. Tomorrow maybe. Let Mas Agam calm down for a moment, yes.”

Arya still could not accept what Sara said. The look on her face was still begging Sara. But, Sara then said, “You also need to calm down first. So that when talking to you, you are not carried away by emotions. Give you guys this time last night, yeah.”

Arya finally gave up. He did not mind Sara's advice. It seems he can understand it.

Sara sighed as she looked at Arya's back which was getting further away from her. Agam's sister walked towards his room with a fairly shaky step. There was a sense of pity when he saw it like that. He must have loved Mas Agam very much.

When Arya had completely disappeared from her sight, Sara now turned to look at the door of Agam's room. Now I don't know what she'll see after she opens the door to the room.

Hopefully not a painful sight like that time.

Sara took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly as her finger was already preparing in front of the key board.

I hope he doesn't change it.

This time it was not dark. The lights in the room were left on. Books, blankets, table trimmings are all still in place. Nothing was on the floor. But there is no Agam.

Sara approached the bookcase at the corner of the room. It was in the middle of blocking the room in two. Sara found it there. Maybe it's there now, he thought.

And it turned out to be true.

Sara saw a weak body leaning against the bookshelf. His head turned upwards. Both of his legs were straight ahead. His wheelchair still faithfully accompanied beside him. While next to her the other had sat a nightstand where on top was a small object that Sara knew was a hearing aid.

Slowly, Sara sat down beside her facing herself, staring at the face of the man who had been her husband for over a month. It turned out that his face was this fond ...

With a gentle gesture, Sara grasped Agam's fingers leaning against her lap. A little surprised.

But what Agam did was pull his hand back.

“I'm fine. Go,” he said with his raucous and weak voice.

He wasn't as angry as that time.

Sara tried again. He got up and knelt down, then slowly brought himself closer to Agam.

Sara hugged him.

Gently, Sara's hand gently patted the man's back. Sometimes he rubbed slowly, then came back to pat him.

Sara knew Agam would not be able to hear her. But still, from his mouth he said over and over again in his soft voice, “Nothing, Mas. It's not my fault. I did my best."

And as she had heard everything Sara said, Agam who had initially been silent did not react to anything, now his hands tightened Sara in his arms. The longer the tighter the more reluctant to be released.

Throughout the night, Sara accompanies Agam in the corner of her room, and lets her husband hold her until he falls asleep.

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

It was heavy when Sara would open her eyes. Drowsiness still lingered on him, but on the other hand he felt something heavy on his lap. It was forced that Sarah's eyes were finally opened.

Seen by him Agam was asleep there, on his lap. Very slumbering. There are no signs of waking up.

Somehow the original story, which was clear after Agam hugged her very tightly, when Sara had noticed it, Agam's head was already resting on his lap.

Sara allowed herself to enjoy the scenery that was beneath her at this moment. I don't know since when, linger looking at the face of Agam like there is pleasure itself.

It feels so fun and soothing at once. Time seemed to stop, the world seemed to no longer rotate, the entire center of the earth as if only focused on the sad-faced man. Sara's attention was being tied to him.

Too engrossed in enjoying to no longer realize when his hands slowly move. Seeing that Agam's hair was slightly covering the top of Agam's face, Sara intended to get rid of him.

A little was removed, but her hands could not stop stroking her hair. Sara was hooked until it was hard for her to stop. It feels too calming.

But then ...

Both of Sara's eyes were wide. His heart was beating very fast and fast. He was too surprised to even forget to catch his breath.

He saw his wrist which is currently being grasped by Agam, alternately by looking at the face of Agam who still closed his eyes.

However, a few seconds later, both of Agam's eyes opened slowly. And just as she was staring at him, Sara's heart was beating three times faster than before. Sara could not speak when she looked at the eyes of Agam.

“What are you doing?,” asked Agam later.