The Childish And The Beast
#18 Evening Jutting Off
Friction of asphalt and the surface of the wheel is still good, really quite disturbing. Especially the night is not playing more silent. Whirlpool big city with skyscrapers the big names.
The night lights are magnificent. However, the majority of sleep hours remain inviolable.
Adira finally realized. One building is lower than the other. None other than the Pancarona building. In his eyes, it looked very fragile.
Car door closed.
“My offer is no time limit,” Viren hold down her car glass button, “But, no one can bear waiting. The longer they press the heavier. So don't let it all go away.”
The car drove back to the many lights on the road. Spacious park separating dropouts and crowded highways. Far away, until this woman heard silence.
He stayed there for a long time.
However the cold air made him choose to get into this property. The aesthetically pleasing door closes from the inside as Adira's body rests there.
Still in silence. The glint of Adira's eyes was unbearable.
He can't speak anymore. The excessive difficulty. Even this strong Adira could not hold back tears.
“Dira?”
Adira immediately quickly wiped away what was on the tip of her eyes and cheeks.
“Why Dira cry?!” Nanda was already in front of Adira very close,
This woman has already straightened her face. It's like a strong woman who has never faced anything difficult.
“Who was in the car?” Nanda held Adira's shoulder.
“Nothing.”
“Colah. I know you just cried.”
Adira, who was basically no taller than Nanda, tried to push this man away. His intention was just to go and calm himself down. This brave warrior never once wanted to give up.
Nanda's hand has been holding his boss, “I also know, Dira can be comfortable-in any problem, alone. But this is about you just crying. Can't do.”
“What's your problem?”
“People I like to cry. It's like. hurts.”
This woman was getting used to her sweet words that were always sudden. Compliments and words of expression that he said were honest. It could be that he did not believe it, but he knew very well that it was nothing less than Nanda's desire to comfort him.
“This is nothing,” Adira slowly and gently let go of this man's grasp, “My eyes just sting. Maybe it's sleepy.”
Nanda could not cover up the conjecture in her heart that said Adira was lying. Not a guess anymore. His belief in this cannot be denied anymore.
But he saw an inexplicable glint from this woman's eyes. Makes her feel like she can't go any closer,
“Oke, want some tea? Can make sleep delicious.”
Adira is cold. For the first time the spontaneous answer to a call like this is a positive answer.
Nanda did not think long, directly pushed gently on Adira's shoulder and took her to the studio kitchen. Nanda's bright non-fading night warms little by little this remarkable woman.
“Sit down first, let me make it,” Nanda guided Adira to sit on one of the chairs there.
Nanda leaves Adira at the dinner table. But Nanda makes sure Adira realizes she is only behind Adira.
Various kinds of complaints of kitchen goods make a sweet commotion. A warm puff of smoke reached the cimni, turning on this slumbering studio.
One warm cup was already in front of Adira. The chair beside him became the target of Nanda's seat. Replacing the studio guitar that always accompany Nanda in the morning and night.
Adira's not really here. He was deep in thought and Nanda did not want to disturb him.
Nanda got together with his guitar and played it. A little heard, Adira still did not dwell but returned to thinking. He felt so sad that he had to be entertained by his own company employees.
“Can you please sing one song,” Adira seems not to express much. The eyes were just looking at the tea.
Nanda glanced at the small but said nothing but beautiful song lyrics. In fact, Nanda didn't even say a single sentence. The gun lasted for a few seconds.
“♪Na, haiya, aa~Your sweet words... Hold me away, to stay by your side... Na, hiya, aa~♪”
Adira did not respond to anything on the song that everyone knew it. He doesn't know. This man tried to deflect the strains he was playing into another very different song.
“♪Sometimes, your way, not what you think. Sometimes, she is more invisible in~dah~♪ Sometimes, look, from different side. Your answer is, it's not always there....♪”
“Stop that,” sound Adira squealing.
He was conscious, and he didn't like it. Nanda knew, and he stopped. It might be uncomfortable, but these two people were well-intentioned.
This woman does not want to make herself an unwelcome burden. And this man did not want to find those glazed eyes dripping back except for tears of relief.
Without a sound, the two stared at each other. Mutually silent.
“Not, meaning...”.
Adira could no longer think logically. Feeling that everything is going according to emotion. But he can always handle it. As if all, hit him harder at one time.
“I'm fine,” this woman stretches her body, tasting that still warm tea, “You don't have to be hard-suit doing things for free.”
“That's because this is all I can do.”
Warmed edges of its transparent glass cup. This unattractive figure was indeed expressionless, but he looked at Nanda with curiosity.
This guy, always weird and crazy in Adira's eyes. His behavior is always excessive. More can be called childish.
It is full of something that is not understood. This woman was stuck into a hole above the cliff, while the hole was nowhere to be seen. Unsure. His mind is completely illegible.
Cup Adira back to the rigid slab, “You don't need to help me.”
Nanda smiled faintly, “Let me be selfish.”
Adira turning her seat, “I'm a nobody. Why are you doing this? You can't even get any.”
He replied to Adira's view, “I can't see anything difficult, let alone cry.”
“Empathy excessive it can get you in big trouble someday.”
“Man must have empathy. That's what's called a good attitude.”
Adira increasingly dislikes it, “Only just a manner huh? Then, this is enough,” Adira's gaze is thrown straight towards the table, “Trust me. There is nothing good about dependence with others.”
“You can't live without someone else.”
“First, I didn't say I didn't believe in social life. This office will also not be clean if I do not receive your services. I mean⏤”
“You don't want you to depend on me?”
Adira staring cynically, “Not funny.”
“Not funny also saw Dira crying like earlier.”
“I'm not crying!!”
Adira stood there. Stare with an indescribable anger. Nanda was still sitting with a face that seemed to be expected.
The owner of Pancarona is open minded about what he is doing. He sat back.
“Sorry.”
Silence back. Low temperatures are freezing.
Choosing Nanda back to talk, “I understand. Dira wouldn't say that you can't, right?”
Adira remained silent.
“Dira is amazing. Really. I want to be like Dira. You did a wonderful job,” Nanda provoked a reply gaze from Adira.
This woman did not take her eyes off despite looking close.
“Makanya, it’s OK to be weak. I don't know if it depends on others. There are many people here because of you. And they want to. The answer to your problem may be in someone else.”
Adira, he remained silent.
“If you stubbornly mistake that. One could say you are arrogant. What if you need to duck or beg someone else?” Nanda smiled, “Don't get it wrong, sometimes we do need to waste self-esteem.”
Adira's thoughts are lost in the ocean.
Nanda knows nothing. How can Adira bend her knees at others. What else if people like Virendra.
It was well-intentioned, but there was no one hundred percent truth.
“Seat. I'll meet someone else who answers. Could be the most unexpected, the most can help.”
Yes, the only one who could not be trusted was Nanda who could help. Adira can drink salt water if that happens.
Unfortunately, it will happen.
“Ananda!” Adira suddenly surprised this man, “I have a request.”
Nanda can't smile wider than this, “Sure. What?”
“Connect me with sir Hadyan.”
Nanda's eyes were wide open, confused.