Love That (No) Blind
Part 39: The Time of Love Teases

[Sara]

It's been half an hour since Sara woke up. But he chose to lie still looking at the most beautiful scenery in the world according to him at this time. The dark face of her sleeping husband.

Last night, after they were content to cry, their story in the room suddenly changed its genre.

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“I take Mas to the room, yes,” take Sara when seeing Agam has started to calm down.

But Agam was holding his arm. “You ... sleep first. I'll come out when you're asleep.”

Sara still offers to deliver Agam, but is rejected. In the end, Sara complied with her husband's wishes.

I don't know how long Sara didn't sound trying to sleep, but it's too hard to remember Agam sitting watching her.

Although Agam could not see it, but the position of Agam who was sitting facing him, inevitably he always thought Agam was watching him.

That's what makes Sara harder to sleep. Getting nervous.

Shortly after, Agam suddenly moved to his side. He moved his body to the bed, then lay down.

“M-mas, coke ..”

“I'm here. Later if your fever rises again like this?,” said Agam.

“T-but, Mas ..”

“But what?”

“Mas itself is sick. Mas also need rest.”

“Yes that's good. We can try each other ..”

Agam's words were suddenly cut off. He seemed reluctant to continue. But Sara understood what that meant.

“P- Anyway, I'm here. You just sleep.” Agam corrected his own words.

Sara smiles. “Kirain Mas want to chat like usually.”

Agam who had just been lying down facing the ceiling of the room had immediately changed his position to face Sara.

“We want to chat what?,” asked Agam who sounded very sumringah.

Sara really couldn't hold back her laughter. Very adorable in her eyes.

As a result, throughout the night, they chatted to sleep – I don't know who first.

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For three days, I cried because of her. But last night, I laughed too because of him. It was like a dream ...

May you keep smiling like that, Mas ...

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“Sara ... Sara ..”

A loud enough call came from outside the kitchen where Sara was. Sara recognized the voice. The call came from Judah.

The problem is, as Sara, Yuda and Agam are in the workspace since they finished breakfast.

“Iya, Mas Yuda?”

“Sini, here ... I need your help,” Yuda said.

Help out?

“Oke, you're here. So translator,” Yuda said as soon as they were in the Agam workspace.

There was also Agam and Arya.

“Translator ... what?”

“You hinted at my talk to Agam. Okay?”

Sara doesn't want to. But ... “Is it okay? I can ...,” says Sara hesitates.

“Not a problem. Rather than him not knowing we are talking about anything,” explained Yuda who sounded a bit upset. “Salah itself. Everything slammed. Now new money orders, right?”

“I may not hear you say anything. But I know you're uglyin me again, right?,” Agam said.

Sara smiled awkwardly. Not wrong, either ...

Sara glanced at Arya for a moment. The man even smelled his smile.

“Tools for Tania not finished. So it still can't be used. For the time being, he needs you until his hearing aid is fixed,” explains Yuda once again.

“But .. instead Mas Yuda can sign language, huh? If the same Tania usually sign how?,” asked Sara. He only felt uneasy if between them there was an important conversation that did not need to involve him.

“I held him? Hii ..” Yuda shuddered amusedly.

“Yuda is typical of other guys in another heart in the mouth, Ma'am. They used to be very friendly, kok,” Arya jokes tease Yuda who was immediately greeted with the throw of a pen owned by Yuda.

“Only! Can fall pamorku later,” sergeant Yuda who answered Arya with laughter.

And there was no reason for Sara to refuse.

Agam.

Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Mas Agam doesn't seem to mind. Yes, already then.

That morning, their conversation turned out to be about the results of Judah's investigation into the matter that befell Agam. About how Widia put the drug in the food that Mother sent.

Mother who at that time there was a schedule of dialysis was picked up by the office driver who was assigned as usual. As usual, after the hospital, the driver drove me home.

Because Sara could not come to visit Mom at the hospital at that time, then I left food for Agam through the driver.

It turns out the driver did not go directly to Agam's house. In his GPS records, the car carried by the driver still had time to stop by a place that is still in the route that is usually taken by the driver when going to the house of Agam.

“Perhaps meet on the road,” Yuda said on the sidelines of his explanation.

“Atau could be, intercepted in the middle of the road,” by Arya.

CCTV footage in the car shows the driver meeting with someone who was also one of Widia's bodyguards. And at that moment, the obbat was inserted.

“But it does not explain whether the driver was involved or not,” Arya said later.

“Yes that's your job, Ar. Just interrogate him,” timpal Yuda half grumbled.

Sara was stunned long enough to think of all the explanations of Yuda. Plans that are structured are mature enough just to hurt someone.

Mama probably noticed a gap in the food you sent. All this time, Mas Agam always asked me to keep Mama away from him. Moreover, last time, I asked Mama to stop bringing food or other items here. Only Mother is the only entrance in order to get close to Mas Agam.

“What's up? Why silent? You tired? If tired of rest,” asked Agam in his gesture to Sara's palm.

“I'm fine, Mas,” replied Sara berkilah.

Sara looked at Agam's face which could still be seen some scratches on it. It might also be a scratch because of his anger, or scratched by fragments of scattered objects.

He should always be scared.

“Sara!”

The call from Agam shocked him, breaking his daydream.

“I-iya. Sorry ... Sorry ...,” said Sara repeatedly apologized.

“You sure you're okay?,” asked Agam once again.

“I-iya, Mas. Faced. Sorry ..”

In the end, Agam chose to end the meeting. Judah went home after that.

But, before coming out of Agam's study, Arya said something.

“Please tell Mas Agam, Ma'am. If Mas wants to continue this to the legal path, I will not blame Mas. I'm sincere. It should have been. About Ava, I'll talk about her.”

Sara's hand didn't move. Just fixated in the air, on top of Agam's palm. Still dumbfounded by Arya's words.

Arya must also feel pain because of this truth. But he has a lot of respect for Agam. It must be hard for him to say that too.

“What's up? What do you want to say?,” asked Agam.

Sara said everything as it was in the palm of Agam.

“Hmm ..” That was just a Agam reaction.

Sara asked later, “Mas doesn't want to process it, right?”

“Why is that?” Agam asked back.

“It is impossible for someone to accuse someone closest to him if without proof. If Mas had proof for a long time, Mas should have processed this, especially now. I just don't want to. Right, right?”

Agam smile. But then, he raised his hands head-high, then slowly searched and approached the top of Sara's head. She caressed.

That'sallthatis. Agam said nothing.

But her gentle touch down her hair over and over again made Sara blush. The butterflies in his stomach and chest seemed to be spinning inside there. Sara bowed shyly, but her smile was powerless she could bear to expand.

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Sara had just come out of Agam's room after delivering him to rest after lunch. From upstairs, he had heard a familiar voice that he had not heard for a long time.

“I heard he said Agam is sick? Now how?”

“Den Agam is out, Madam. It started working.”

Sara recognized the voice. Hurry up and come down to greet him.

He saw Mr. Pardi who entered through the front room door entered the middle room with a graceful woman named Widia.

Their eyes finally met. But unlike usual, Widia put on a cold face when she saw Sara.

Unlike Sara who was still smiling when she saw Widia. Sara greeted her mother-in-law with a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Mama listen, Agam is sick, huh? What pain? Now how?” Widia asked Sara a lot of questions at once. Out of nowhere he heard the news of Agam's pain.

But that's not the problem. What Sara thought was Widia's change in attitude.

Whatisthis? Is Mama acting as a good in-law now?