Love That (No) Blind
Part 52-2: Another Story in Japan

[Games]

“Wah ... Just incredible! Finally I could see Agam in his bridal attire. Not in vain I bring designers from Indonesia.”

Yuda had already been noisy commenting on Agam with his bridal outfit. I am worried to hear it.

“Whispering! Why bring this?,” hardik Agam.

“Surely very important. Even though it's a remarriage, you don't pity Sara only wears t-shirts and jeans? Moment, Agam! The moment! That moment is important!”

Agam could not argue. He's correct. I want Sara to be happy today.

But kan ...

“Stop! Don't tell Sara it's important,” cut Yuda before Agam can say it. “The marriage is the same as you, Agam. You want people to think he's the same as me? I've worn an expensive shirt today.”

Agam growled annoyed. But, Yuda is right .. again.

Shortly after, Arya comes with Raka and all her intelligence.

“Mas Agam ... this ... this ..”

“Tuan ... than that time, Mr looks more ... dashing ..”

“You! Stopit! You look like mothers who marry their daughters.” Yuda scolds Agam's sister and Agam's (still) assistant.

Ever since Sara decided to be with him, Agam has since remembered all the things that had happened to them. The moment they first met, the moments how Agam treated her badly, and the times she hurt him. Everything was.

Since then he has regretted it.

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“Everything happens because God wants it. Maybe God wants us to go through this kind of thing to be together. If we do not pass this could be our story will be different,” so said Sara.

“So better maybe,” timpal Agam. “We met in a good situation. I'll meet you for the project. At least it's better.”

“But maybe we will never fall in love. We'll just talk about work. I won't be able to understand Mas better than work,” Sara said.

“Maybe God considers this way faster.”

#

And ... could be true. She had never been this close to any woman. But now, Agam even dared to kiss a girl. This is not Agam.

But ... If time can't be repeated, can we fix it, right?

And that's why Agam did the proposal, also this remarriage.

Something I can still do for Sara. Gave her a wonderful memory of both of us. Something I used to do wrong, I can fix it for Sara.

“A ready?,” asked Yuda disperse the daydream of Agam.

“They said the bride is also ready,” said Raka gave information.

As soon as Agam nodded, Arya said something, “If so, I will video call first with Mother.”

Judah finally delivered Agam to the place they had arranged.

Some people from the rehabilitation house helped decorate the place. Because they know first. They were also the ones who gave advice to propose to Sara at that place. The best place, he said.

Yuda and Arya are informed after Agam proposes to Sara. They were so excited, because Agam used to do it without them. The people who didn't want them to actually attend.

Finally, they present bring all the plans for Agam, one of which is the wedding dress for Agam and Sara.

An Indonesian nurse who always helped Agam while there brought his friend who used to work as a penghulu to help the process of his contract.

“Sah?”

“Sah!”

I'm short, but it feels the same as the first time Agam did it. Stiffen. But this one was more stressful than that time.

He almost made a mistake but was lucky he could fix it.

It was hard to memorize his sentence.

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“Home is comfortable yes, Mas,” said Sara while looking around the home of the giving Prof. Yamamoto. Loans more precisely.

Profs. Yamamoto lent it to Agam and Sara, so that they could calmly stay away from the crowded other patients who came to seek treatment.

The house is small, but it is big enough for both of them. Complete with kitchen, living room and bedroom. There is even a small garden that is still full of various flowers.

The house located far behind is still one area with a rehabilitation house. This house is also the place of Prof's wife. Yamamoto rest. Yes, this house is the beginning of the establishment of Aozora Fukkou Hausu.

“Prof. Yamamoto must love his wife very much,” said Sara softly on the sidelines of the time to look around the house. “The flower garden is still maintained. None withered. Photos of his wife are still in place. Although Prof. Yamamoto sleeps more often at Aozora.”

It is true ... That's the love of Prof. Yamamoto against his wife.

All of a sudden, Agam already felt the soft grip of Sara's hand touch her hand. No words said. Just hold it. And what Agam did was do the same thing that Sara did.

The house feels very calm. There was only the sound of wind and small insects dotting the rustic atmosphere. But with Sara, this kind of calmness feels different. I feel it now is different from before.

It used to be a calm that felt more dominated by his loneliness. And because of Sara, not anymore.

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“Even the calmness is different from the one in Aozora,” whispered Sara giggled as they were already lying on their futon (*).

Agam who was hugging her felt the vibration of Sara's body. He even smiled. “What's different?”

“What, yes?” Sara was silent for a moment, then said, “If in Aozora it is quieter. But if it's here, it feels calm. Up to here.” Sara pointed at Agam's chest.

“You like it?,” ask Agam.

Sara nodded with her spirit.

He's very happy. Thankfully ...

For a while, they finally fell silent enjoying the silence they felt in the house. Small insects as usual do their job. The sound of bamboo from sishi odoshi (**) in the park does not damage their calmness, instead being a coolant of the atmosphere of the house.

“Sara ...,” call Agam suddenly. “You've slept?”

“Not ... Why, Mas?”

“You still remember the star of the request you used to give?”

Sara nodded.

“How to wear it?”

Sara then held Agam's hand, then placed her palm on her chest. “Tanggal Mas just mention what he wants.”

I used to be skeptical of things like this. But for now, if this can get me my wish, then I don't mind doing it.

“Mas want to ask what it is?,” asked Sara.

Agam moved his hand to touch Sara's face, gently rubbing her face with her thumb.

“I want to be able to see again. So I can see your face. I'd really like to see your face.”

Sara remained silent.

Does he find this funny? But he didn't laugh.

Suddenly, Sara took Agam's hand from her face, opened her palm, and led him to hold her face. One by one explained to Agam.

“This is my nose,” Sara said as she led Agam's hand to touch her nose. “I'm a bit of a pug. Says Mom look alike Father.”

Sara giggled for a moment. Then move it upstairs.

“This eye. Not too narrow, but not too wide. The top one's on his eyebrows. Still original. Never been shaved. Afraid of ugly. But not too thick anyway.”

Keep touching her ears.

“Nothing special from the ears. There are only small earrings there, so no dead end where the earrings overlap.” Sara giggles again.

“Then, Dad used to do this. He said this way can make treat kangen. It's Dad's way of seeing me and Mom,” he said again not to stop chuckling.

“Some buyers sometimes do not.”

Agam laughed when he heard it. Not because of the story, but because of Sara's laughter. Sounds funny in his ears.

She put her hand on Sara's face. With his thumb he rubbed his face again. It was so soft that it made him not want to stop.

But, over time something different started to feel from within his chest. Something from inside the stomach felt out and tickled all over his body. Agam felt a sensation that made his breath begin to feel heavy. Strange sensations tickled, and he could no longer be restrained.

Agam immediately brought his face closer to Sara. Her thumb had already told her where Sara's lips were that she missed so much. And as his breathing began to hunt, Agam began to devour him.

Very deep, very intense, and very demanding. Agam doesn't want to let go tonight. He satisfied himself not only on the lips but almost on all parts of Sara's body that he was able to reach.

That night, for the first time they did something they were supposed to do from the very beginning. It was not too late anyway, and it was still so delicious that Agam did not want the night to end so quickly. Sweat, dessahhan, until fatigue seems to be mixed into one with what is called pleasure. This long night is too early to end.

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Author's Note :

(*) Futon is a type of traditional Japanese sleeping device. Futon is held on a tatami, on a bed, or a mattress. A futon set consists of a shikibuton as a bedding and a softer kakebuton as a blanket. (Wikipedia)

(**) Sishi-odoshi type fountain used in Japanese garden. It consists of a segmented tube, usually of bamboo, rotated to one side of its balance point. When still, the heavier end drops and rests on the stone. Air droplets to the top end of the tube accumulate and eventually move the center of gravity of the tube past its axis, causing the tube to spin and discharge air. The heavier end then falls back onto the rock, making a sharp sound, and the cycle repeats itself. (Wikipedia)