
"Did your mom come with you?" Ask Dean.
"Emm. yeah,"
"Where is he?"
"Em, mama's downstairs."
"Why didn't he come here?" Ask Claira.
"Maybe you put food in the dining room first."
"He brought you breakfast?"
Rajendra just nodded.
Anindira put the food she brought on the dining table, right now her heart is raging, "What's wrong with me, I shouldn't have come, I should have left the food to Rendra, my heart feels uncomfortable."
"I'll see him." Dean said
"No, not Dean, let me just call him here."
Dean was back in bed.
"Dira, man,"
"Clair, are you here?"
"Yes, let's go see Dean,"
"Ah yes,"
Claira pulls Anindira's hand and takes her to Dean's room.
"Well Dean, I've brought Anindira for you."
"Hi, how are you doing now?" Sapa Anindira's.
"I feel better, how are you doing Dira?"
"I'm good, what about your medical test today?"
"Later in the afternoon Doctor Jo will be here to bring the test results."
"So, sorry Dean, because of me you have to suffer like this."
"Why are you sorry, you're innocent, this is nothing, this is just a small wound you don't have to worry."
"But if you hadn't helped me yesterday, you wouldn't be like this now."
"If I don't help you, you'll get hurt and I won't see you get hurt."
"Why are you talking like that?"
"I said what I wanted to say." Dean held Anindira's hand with the intention to calm her down, "Whether you can sit and talk quietly, you look agitated."
"Ekhem, Dira, Dean I'm out first yeah, let's wait for Rendra downstairs."
"Yes tan, ma, your uncle talk, I'm down first."
"Sit down, Dira,"
Anindira sat down next to Dean.
"I don't like you acting like this to me in front of Claira, don't you think about her feelings?"
"I appreciate his feelings."
"Then why are you.."
"Dira, just now you looked uneasy, I just meant to make you feel better."
"It was you who made me feel bad."
"Come here" Dean said as he slowly drew Anindira's hand.
"What do you want?"
"Sit here,"
Anindira's approaching,
"Near closer,"
"Dean, what the hell do you want, if Claira sees him she can misunderstand."
"That's exactly what I want to explain the misunderstanding between the two of us."
"What do you mean?"
"I want to explain everything, and this time I hope you don't run away before I talk."
"All right, I'll listen."
"Close,"
"Why come closer, just talk."
"I don't want to talk if you don't come any closer."
Anindira approached again.
"This is enough?"
"Not yet, any closer."
"Dean don't go too far, I'm listening to you just because you're sick, you want to explain what, talk before I change my mind."
Dean smiled and took back Anindira's hand, "I want to explain two things to you. First, I never had anything to do with Clair you can ask Rendra, she knows the truth. Second, I've talked to her and she also understands my feelings, she doesn't want to force her will, she supports both of us, she doesn't mind if we get married."
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes, you can ask him."
Anindira.
"I'm not in a hurry, think well, whatever your decision I'll accept."
"Well, I need some time to think about it."
"No problem, I'll wait for you until you can really open your heart for me."
Anindira cried hearing Dean's words.
Dean touched Anindira's cheek and wiped her tears, "Hey, what is this? a tear? I always tell you tears don't suit you, don't cry, I don't talk to make you cry."
Anindira held Dean's hand, "I know, have you had breakfast?"
"I haven't had breakfast yet."
"You have breakfast first,"
"Where?"
"What?"
"My morning's breakfast?"
"I left it downstairs, didn't Claira also bring you breakfast?"
"Yes,"
"Then just eat it."
"OK,"
"It's porridge, and soup is good for your health." Anindira said, then gave it to Dean, "Spend, after this you have to take medicine."
"I'm done."
"You didn't finish it, huh, the soup wasn't eaten?"
"Just bury is enough, I'm not used to eating much."
"Alright, but later you'll have to finish the soup as well."
"Yes, yes, I won't waste food."
"It's medicine, and drink it."
"Later on, have Rendra take the breakfast you brought for me here, I'll eat it."
"So you said you weren't used to eating a lot."
"It used to be like that, but now that I've changed my mind, I want to eat your homemade food, let's get Rendra to bring it here."
"Yes" Anindira calls Rajendra and tells him to bring the breakfast he brought to Dean's room.
He said with a smile, "Geez, uncle really doesn't want to part with mom for a second."
"This is uncle's breakfast,"
"Thank you, have you had breakfast?"
"I had breakfast at home with my mom."
"Oh yeah Rendra, where's Clair?"
"Oh, Aunt Clair said she had a sudden need to go home, my aunt told me to tell my mom and uncle."
"Oh,"
Dean finished the breakfast Anindira brought.
"You spent it?"
"Why? can't ya?"
"No, it's good that breakfast's over."
"I don't want to miss your breakfast."
Rajendra smiled at Dean.
"Why smile? don't you ever miss a meal?"
"Yes uncle, I really like food, snacks or that made by mama."
"Have, now take the medicine." Anindira.
Dean took the medicine obediently.
"I can't linger here, I have to go to the office."
"All right,"
"I'll stay here until noon." Rajendra.
"You didn't go to college today?"
"Today I'm in the afternoon."
"Then, you'll leave in my car later."
Rajendra nodded.
"Alright, then I leave first, take good care of yourself."
"Rendra between till the front ya ma."
"I'm coming too."
"No, I can." Said Anindira and Rajendra in unison.
"Why?"
"You're sick, just rest, don't move much."
"The pain is my back not my legs."
"But for the sick, the way down the stairs requires Dean's energy, I don't want your pain to get worse later."
"No, I'll move rooms later so it's easier to get in and out of the room."
"I'll help you uncle."
"Thank you,"
Rajendra and Dean drive Anindira home.
"Mom be careful on the road huh."
"See you, Dira,"
"Hm," Anindira nodded.
"Uncle moving rooms now? Let me help you with your needs."
"Okay, let me show you what I need."
"His room doesn't need to be cleaned first?"
"No need, I've cleaned it up."
"When?"
"Two days ago."