Love That (No) Blind
Part 34-1: The Storm Is Coming Too

[Sara]

“Mbak, it's my lunch, right?,” asked Arya who suddenly appeared on the front porch and was ready to leave for the office.

Sara who was with Agam who today was also going to the office was clearly surprised by his instantaneous appearance.

As soon as Sara agreed, Arya immediately exclaimed, “Assyik!!”

“I?” I asked one ordinary question. Because if Sara gives Arya something but Agam doesn't, usually the man will protest. Like now.

“Kan said Mas only briefly to the office today,” protested Sara because it was so Agam said last night.

“Yes I also want,” exclaimed Agam does not want to lose.

Oh my God, I'm like I'm taking care of two big babies.

“I have entrusted Raka,” grumbled Sara who immediately responded by Agam with a smile full of satisfaction.

Thankfully prepared. I guess it must be.

The two big babies were indeed a little troublesome, but Sara did not mind the truth. He's enjoying.

Arya had already left as soon as she brought her box. Agam followed later.

Sara helped push her wheelchair and waited in front of the door of her car that was ready to open. A few seconds later, the mini elevator automatically lifts Agam into the car.

Sara was still standing in front of the terrace looking at the car that took Agam to the office. One happy feeling that had always been enveloping his heart.

The last few days were days with incredible calm. No drama of any kind is as emotionally draining, everything is as smooth and smooth as a highway.

He is getting closer to Arya. Sometimes in the afternoon, when Arya was not overtime, she always accompanied Agam on the back porch. Not only chatting, sometimes they joked like they were worthy of two big boys. Yep, still with the typical joke of boys.

The atmosphere of dining in the dining room was also warmer than usual, because Arya who always invited Agam to joke.

And what was most pleasing to Sara was the moments that would go to sleep. The moment where he and Agam chatted with each other before going to bed until the eyes no longer have the power to remain open.

Somehow at first. Just know, they've been talking about something that ends up gushing everywhere.

It could be Agam talking about Arya, and Sara listening to him. Or when Sara told me about Milo who is now active, and Agam who changed to hear it.

New habits are not unusual, but without realizing it is highly anticipated by Sara. Habits that make Sara know the other side of Agam that she never knew.

“Hey, you,” say hello Sara is worried about a kitten that is circling its legs spoiled. “Died with your babu, yes. Acian.”

So anxious, Sara continued to kiss Milo to the point that the cat screamed with a small shrill voice. Sara who did not care about him continued to do so until she laughed to herself.

Although Sara found it, but Milo has officially become Arya's favorite. Because Arya is the one who pays the most attention to food and all things related to Milo. Almost every day they were together, even sleeping together.

“Wait a sweet one, yes. Later in the afternoon your new album will come.”

The usual morning as in the early morning. Nothing is strange. Everything went so smoothly without worrying about misfortune.

But a few hours later, it was as easy as flipping the palm. It all started in the afternoon.

Sara only intended to call Agam who was in his room to go down to the terrace as usual. But what he found was Agam who was lying on the bed and kept moaning in his sleep.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim. Fever ...,” Sara muttered as she touched the back of her hand to Agam's forehead.

Soon Sara asked Mbok Jami to get a thermometer to check the temperature. A few minutes later, Sara was very surprised by the results she got.

“40 degree ..”

Panicked. A few hours ago, Agam was fine. But why is it like this now?

He took his cell phone, and immediately he contacted Raka. She hopes Raka can tell her the doctor who usually handles Agam. Because if she doesn't, then Sara will take her to the hospital.

Luckily, Raka knew.

“I'll be there soon with his doctor, Madam,” so he said before his call ended.

But, waiting for it would only make him panic even more. And all he could do right now was compress Agam's forehead with a warm towel.

Yeah, that was before. While waiting.

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

It's been over an hour Sara's waiting. But Raka hasn't come yet. Sara had even changed her compresses more than five times. And Agam was still whimpering, because his fever was not coming down.

He saw the hand of Agam who was holding his hand firmly. From that moment on it continued. Sara only takes it off occasionally when going to change the compress.

Sara could even feel the heat of Agam's body stinging through her skin. The heat is too high ...

Was this like that time? It must hurt.

“Propay a minute, Mas. Soon Raka came with the doctor,” said Sara Lirih, even though she herself removed the hearing aid Agam earlier.

“Good afternoon, Madam. Sorry to be a little stuck on the road,” said Raka who arrived a few minutes later. A doctor and a nurse who came with her entered as soon as Sara invited her.

Sara continued to watch the doctor examine Agam who was still moaning in pain. Anxiously, he kept looking at Agam while waiting for the doctor to make his diagnosis.

A few minutes later, the doctor called Raka to come closer. Then they whispered while occasionally turning their eyes to Agam.

What was? Why are they whispering?

The next thing the doctor did was take his equipment out of his bag. No matter what was there, Sara did not pay much attention. But clearly, the doctor then took a little blood from Agam.

Raka said the doctor will do some tests. The results will be known soon.

Waiting again ...

Sara no longer knew what to do. All he could do now was to be near Agam while the doctor and Raka came out of the room. Replacing the compress on his forehead and also continuing to hold Agam's hand hoping Agam knows that he is not alone at the moment.

There I am, Mas ...

Not knowing how much longer Sara waited, which was obvious once Raka returned, her face clearly showed an incredible tension. Sara could feel that from the look on her face and the look Raka had on her.

“How was the result?,” asked Sara who was impatient.

But instead of answering, Raka asked back. “Can the Madam name any food the Master eats today?”

Sara's forehead immediately wrinkled. Why ask for food?

Sara answered him. He mentioned all the food that Agam ate at home today, including the meat rendang that Mom sent home. Sara remembered it all because she served Agam herself.

“Is there anything left?” Again Raka asked a strange question.

“If the rice tastes up. But if the meat rendang, I think there is still a little in the refrigerator.”

What is the purpose of all these questions?

“Can you please take me to fetch a little, Madam?”

Sara's forehead didn't stop wrinkling. But he still drove Raka into the kitchen.

“What exactly is it?,” asked Sara when Raka took a little shawl and put it in a plastic inscribed with the word ‘sample’ then sealed. Things that make Sara more anxious.

“We are still investigating, Madam.”

“So, according to the doctor, what really happened to Mas Agam?,” urged Sara with other questions that are no less important.

But maybe for Raka, it doesn't matter. Because he just kept quiet to answer Sara's question.

Sara is getting impatient. He had waited too long and was just a question without an answer given by Raka.

“At least tell me what's going on? I'm his wife!,” hardik Sara.

Raka looked at Sara for a moment. I don't know what the guy was thinking. Then, he said, “I actually don't want to say this. But, Madam is only a wife under contract agreement.”

DEG!

He's not wrong.

But why should he remind her?

Surprisingly, Raka showed the look of her regretful face.

Raka's words kept ringing in her head without being able to say anything more. She remained silent even though Raka had already left with the sample in her hands.

Can't I worry about it even if I'm just a contract wife?

But Sara knew she couldn't just shut up. Agam is still sick. Sara should be by his side. With that confidence, Sara returned to the top.

“Sorry, but from now on, Madam is forbidden to approach Mr. Agam.”