Love That (No) Blind
Part 31: Coming Home Is the Best Answer

[Sara]

Whatisthis? Oh yes, the pillow. I put a pillow in the middle.

But ... Why does it feel so .. warm? The aroma is also .. so soothing ...

Sara tightened her embrace. The tighter, the warmer, the less he wants to let go. Very warm ...

Can't this continue until tomorrow?

But, isn't that pillow supposed to be soft, huh? Why is this so hard?

Sara opened her eyes. And the first sight he saw was the face of a man who was closing his eyes. The man he's known so well these past few weeks.

Dug, dug, dug ...

Sara's heart was beating hard enough. He could hear it very clearly from his own ears, as if his heart was beside his ear.

But that's not the concern right now. Sara was too engrossed in looking at Agam's face, which was probably only a short distance from his face.

Just this time it feels like I can see clearly Mas Agam's eyelashes. Long and pliable. Too pretty to be a man's eyelashes.

His thick eyebrows fused together. His nose is not too sharp. His jawbone looks very strong. Lips ...

Sara's hand that was on Agam's waist was now moving up. His fingers were ready to touch him. But then it stopped.

After a while looking at those lips that looked so firm and masculine, Sara's hand moved forward again.

Closer ...

And almost near ...

Astaghfirullahaladzim, Sara!!!

Sara sontak woke up. And his head continues to curse itself.

Oh, my God, Sara! Why be so perverted is that your brain?!

He repeatedly hit his own head. Be ill. But it is worth it for his perverted brain, he said.

Fortunately, I did not wake up. How do you wake up? Shame half to death.

Uh, but he's really still sleeping, right?

Sara who was in disbelief brought her hand back to Agam's face, waving it slowly in front of her sleeping husband's face.

Really still sleeping! Well, his sleep was good too. I did not wake up even though I was ...

Sara was embarrassed herself remembering what she had just done. She ruffled her hair to make him forget all about it. There is no effect either.

Aarghs! Your sleeping style is getting more and more troubling, Sara!!

He saw again the face of Agam who fell asleep before he would come out of the room. Looks very calm. Sarah smiled at the end.

If you remember yesterday, who wouldn't sleep this soundly? Just this time it felt like seeing Mas Agam was that happy.

Sara is behind them – noticed the two from within – when the two sisters joked with each other by colliding muscles on the back porch. Typical boy-style kidding. Very familiar. I don't know what they're messing about. What is clear is that just seeing it makes the heart warm. That's what Sara felt yesterday.

They must have been very familiar. Thankfully, Arya still holds her own principles, even though Mama ...

Yes, Widia. Sara immediately remembered. Today he has an appointment with his mother-in-law. I don't know what Mama wants to say.

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“Mama? For what?,” asked Agam as soon as Sara told him about the phone last night, as they prepared to go to bed.

Sara felt she had to tell Agam. He did not want the thing that used to happen – when he went to see Widia without the knowledge of Agam – happened again in the future which led to the anger of Agam.

“I don't know either. But he said it was important,” answered Sara. He chose silence about Widia's tone that sounded a bit angry.

“I talked this to Mas just so that Mas did not misunderstand like that time. If you let me come, I'll come. But, if not, I will say Mama if I can not come,” said Sara again explained all her intentions.

“Go.” It didn't take long for Agam to answer. “Tomorrow for the driver to deliver you. One hour you meet Mama, then hurry back.”

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At least he's allowed even if it's only an hour. It means he trusts me.

Sara sighed slowly, then smiled in relief. Thankfully ...

Once again Sara noticed the calm sleeping face of Agam. Slowly in his heart it felt like he was rustling something foreign. Warm, but also thrilling. Something he had felt before.

Naw. Not likely. Maybe I'm just nervous about seeing my mom.

Sara shook her head repeatedly. Throw away the strange squeeze and also his worry at once. I wish he could be calmer.

But it didn't.

Prayer! Yes, pray! Shajuh soon. Maybe I can calm down after that.

I hope so.

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

Whoa ... Is this a house or a palace?

Sara could not stop being amazed at the enormous house belonging to the Wirasurya family. Yep, the house that Sara has heard lately they call the main house. The three-story house is surrounded by a stretch of green grass with colorful flowers around it. It's a palace, for sure!

Sara was not delivered into the house, but surrounded the house to the back of the house. There is a terrace table surrounded by four other chairs. One of them is being occupied by Widia with a large umbrella. Three servants were accompanying him by standing beside him.

During her journey near where Widia was, Sara could feel several pairs of eyes looking at her. The servants who were cleaning the windows of the house, or who were working in the flower garden, or who were accompanying Widia also whispered while looking at Sara who continued to walk without caring for them. Although actually in his heart already feel uncomfortable with their behavior.

I was just wondering what they were whispering.

“Good day, Ma,” greet Sara as polite as possible, trying to hide her nervousness.

“Sit.” Still in the same tone as on the phone back then. Widia asks Sara to sit down without looking at Sara at all.

“Mama will be straight away,” Widia said as soon as Sara was sitting in the chair that was in front of her.

“You heard it yourself back then, right? Do you also think Mama has bad intentions on NFC?”

It is not easy to be a son-in-law in the Wirasurya family. Haaa ...

“Sara knows nothing about NFC or FTC, Ma,” said Sara answered her in-laws' questions. It's better than a wrong answer.

“Mama just wants Agam to focus on his health right now. You know yourself that the disease suffered by Agam is not easy. He just has a hard time taking care of himself. Now still pretending to take care of the company. Mama's just worried about Agam why-why. Please, persuade your husband. Just leave the NFC to Arya. Let Arya take care of everything.”

‘Suammu’ .. sounds like a stranger ... And again, disease? Blindness, deafness, and paralysis?Mas Agam is a disease? Hard to take care of himself? He worried or was humbling Mas Agam?

“And also Arya. He loves Agam too much. Mama's hard to talk about Arya. Finally, yes, this gini. Arya is angry with Mama. Misunderstand what Mama meant. My mom did this for them too. Yes make Arya, yes make Agam.”

Why does it feel like Mama insists that Arya should come home here? Why is Arya not allowed to live there? Why did Mama never force Mas Agam to return to the main house like Mama forced Arya this way?

“Mama can only ask for help with you now, Sara,” Widia said in a softer tone of voice than before. “Please persuade Agam and Arya. Ask Agam to hand over NFC. And also ask Arya to come back here. You saw it for yourself, right? This house is big. But Mama's alone here. Please help Mama, yes.”

Sara sighed. Don't know what to say. Just looking at the view of the courtyard of the house that he could see from where he was sitting.

The main house is quite large. Wider than the back porch of the house Agam. But the atmosphere is so quiet. Not like there. At least in the backyard still heard the sound of crickets or the sound of birds flying. Even the wind blowing was still cooler in the house of Agam.

Worth it, Mas Agam likes to sit for long on the terrace.

“Sara apologize, Ma.” Sara finally dared herself to say something.

“Soal Mas Agam, Sara can not help anything. Because it was Mas Agam's own decision. All Sara can do now is support all her decisions.”

Besides, I became Mas Agam's wife because of the agreement. I have no right to forbid it. But even if I was really his wife, I couldn't have asked him to stop if he himself loved everything he did on the NFC.

Mas Agam is trying hard to keep leading the NFC. With his current ability, he could still produce outstanding work. Doesn't that mean he can't be stopped by anyone? Not even me as his wife.

“Which Sara knows, Mas Agam never had trouble taking care of himself. He tried hard to train to be able to do all the basic work with his own hands. Eating, bathing, wearing clothes, almost everything Mas Agam does alone. For Sara, Mas Agam is a normal guy, just as normal as any other guy. Mas Agam is not diseased.”

Sara could see clearly, hateful gazes emanating from Widia's two eyes. Although his heart felt uncomfortable to fight his mother-in-law, Sara forced him to stay strong.

Unlike the time where Sara had to fight Widia some time ago – when Sara had to obey Agam's order to prohibit Widia from approaching her –, this time Sara did not feel guilty in the slightest. He did not regret having to say that to Widia.

“For Arya, Sara will try to persuade her. But, Sara does promise.” Sara continued her words.

“Let Arya be no longer a child. Arya has her own decisions. Sara couldn't force it. Arya is Mas Agam's younger brother. Forcing Arya home will only impress Sara is driving her away.”

“So, Sara is sorry, Ma. Sara will still talk to Arya, but the decision is on Arya herself.”

Though the truth is, I'd rather have Arya at home. Since the arrival of Arya, Mas Agam's mood has also changed slightly. Ah, no, no. Many changes.

“Know what you about Agam?” Widia was now looking at him cynically and disparagingly. Both of his hands were folded in front of his chest. Her lips did not stop pouting at Sara.

“How long have you been married? Aweek? A month? A year?” Widia grunts rudely. “You know nothing about Agam. Someday you will know how to Agam. At that time you just mrsesel because you do not believe in Mama.”

Sara sighed. So, is this the real face of Mama Widia?

Sara then got up from her seat. He could feel his presence was no longer needed there. An hour from Mas Agam is enough.

“Sorry, Mom. Sara has to go home now. Mas Agam ask Sara to go home quickly.”

Sara had already taken a few steps away from Widia, and by then Widia's angry screams reached Sara's ears.

“You think I don't know who you are? You married Agam so that Agam could finance your mother's treatment, right? You are just a poor person who just wants to live!”

Finally ... It should be like this. No mother could suddenly accept an unknown person as her son-in-law. Especially for mothers whose children are people with treasures and names.

Sara continued walking after she had stopped because of Widia's screams. He paid no more attention to Widia's cry calling out her name.

“Mrs is okay?,” asks worried driver from his rearview mirror. The car immediately took her away as soon as Sara boarded it.

As soon as it went up, the first thing Sara was looking for was a tissue. Her tears suddenly came down.

“Ngak, Sir. It's okay, kok,” Sara replied with a smile. “We go home yes, Sir.”

“Ready, Mistress.”

Go home. The house of Agam. When did that house become my home? Even to get there, I call it home.

But at least, he became quite calm as he said go home. After hearing what Widia said, going home was indeed the best thing she could think of right now. Yeah, go home and sleep, then forget everything.

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

“Tante Saarrraaaaaaa.

Home, yeah. But sleep, maybe not yet.

Sara still can't sleep. Because when he arrived home, the screams of the boys and girls were already welcoming him.