The Singers
034. Traumatizing.

Warning//self harm.

Detail hours filled Alkan's work space, the night he was still struggling in his work. He is checking patient data this month.

"Well?" Call someone at the door.

Alkan turned his gaze forward, "Let's go, ma'am."

Her mother came in and put herself on the front couch. "Have you read the news?" Ask when I've occupied the sofa.

"What news?" Alkan was still reading his patient data.

"On Amira."

This time his gaze slipped from the data, turning to look at his mother. With a face showing a look of confusion and surprise.

"What about?" Alkan picked up his phone to open the girl's contact. His messages and phone calls were indeed unrequited, making Alkan so agitated when he heard his mother's words. She thought Amira was just as usual, never replying to that insignificant message.

"On him as his family once was. There is a leak of news that has been erased and drowned. But this time there's a rise again the news is rich for the sake of lowering Amira's career."

Alkan got up from his seat and approached his mother who was playing Tabnya. He knew his mother would show him the news.

His mother gave him Tabnya and there contained articles about his father Amira and also his mother's suicide.

"If you knew Amira like this, would Alkan retreat?" Ask his mother, looking at the child who is focusing on the article.

I don't know what his mother meant to say that sentence as if her mother wanted Alkan.

"meaning?"

"Mother is just your ngetest, if the person you're fighting is now in the gini position, how do you feel?"

Honestly, Alkan himself did not know about his feelings. But he was scared and worried for the girl. He was worried that the girl would do something crazy especially that she had a dark time that was now being tipped back.

"You're going there?" Ask her mother back.

Alkan did not answer, instead took his phone and contacted Amira's manager, Mbak Astrid.

The phone connection was lifted, making a distinctive sound of Amira's mother.

"Hallo?" The sound was interspersed with the sound of the door closing.

"Amira is? Her... Is he all right?"

His mother Amira did not immediately answer, he was silent for a few seconds. "For now, it seems all right. I checked into his room he was sleeping in his room with Leo. If there's a Leo, he's not gonna act crazy." His words made Alkan exhale, relieved.

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow morning."

"Well?" Call slowly.

"Thank you, I'm asking for help. Amira doesn't have anyone, so please don't hurt her, okay?"

"Yes.." Then the phone connection was decided by Amira's mother.

His mother noticed Alkan from earlier. "Do you love him, Alkan?"

"I don't know, Mom."

"If you are worried. Then you love him. You just take a break, from last month you look around you're getting crazy at work."

Alkan chuckled softly, in fact he indeed did not have time for himself to rest. He's like a workaholic.

"Alright, I told you once, right? Don't hurt a woman and don't leave her when you know her weakness. Wanna?" Said his mother because her mother had felt the feeling of being abandoned.

Alkan nodded and then kissed his mother's cheek, "Please, Mom."

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His eyes could not be closed from all night, his head was full of shadows that scared him back. Even Amira could not cry anymore, the girl was afraid to wake Leo if she had to cry again. From last night he just stared at the dark roof of his room, from last night he was like watching back the dark events.

He stared at the glass in front of him that displayed Amira's appearance this morning. His hair was disheveled, his eye bags were clearly visible and his eyes were slightly reddened. Amira noticed her reddish fingers because she was squeezed overnight. He does not know where to channel the taste, the target is his fingers.

This is like a scene design, Amira can hear a string of sentences from people for her. The voice was real to haunt him. Even the sound of his mother's cry made him dizzy because it was too loud in his mind that mixed with other maki-filled voices.

He had just let out his tired breath, his chest was starting to feel full of tears. His teary eyes could not hold the dam of water. Now she was crying with a hiccup and banging her stuffy chest. It's too painful, you think he should take cover? Where should he complain? Where could he scream convey this full of disgust?

In the past, he always braced himself because he knew that the one who suffered more was his mother. But this time, should he pretend to be strong? If he kept pretending to be strong, would his world be fine? Is his current career going to be okay? Whether he could still continue his work that made his head dizzy, even this source he got was from the people who supported him. Yet he they already knew his disgrace would they still support him?

Amira doesn't know who to blame for this.

His slow steps approached the bathtub to fill the water and he opened a small cupboard containing his toiletries. There, there is a razor that he usually uses to open plastic or tools to open something.

His trembling hand took the razor. Then he went into the bathtub which was full of water. He sat down, leaned over, sitting there staring at his wrist. Should he describe back as he used to? Should he make what he thinks art is on his hands?

Her crying still did not stop, her mouth still let out a hiccup. His trembling hand started to scratch something on the smooth arm without any annoying gaps.

He began to channel his pain there, sharing his pain and also getting his own satisfaction. It seemed, his wound was as if it was divided unstoppably in his mind and mind alone. However, this time on the part of his outer body that felt that pain.

His ears buzzed because he felt cold, he began to shiver to feel the cold water that embraced him in this bathub.

The white hoodie and the clear water had already changed color mixed with what his arm was spitting out. Amira stared at it weakly, her body helpless even she had dropped the razor out of nowhere, her arm was dangling on the edge of the bathtub holding her body from drowning.

His life was really unlucky, like he was an unfit human being to live on this earth.

His eyes were closed from exhaustion, he could hear the faint sound of someone calling out to him from outside. And also the last he heard was the voice of Alkan calling his name with a loud shout and also the breaking of the bathroom door.

His consciousness is gone. Only Alkan's shadow was about to lift his body which he saw for the last time before he completely lost his consciousness.