After He's gone

three. Alana's friend

Ananta is sick again today, when yesterday he looked 'very' okay. A few days ago, he just recovered.

I actually knew his illness never healed, but from what I could see... This time he will stay longer in the hospital. Seven days, during which time he would undergo intensive care being cared for by the father.

Things like this that I always hate and make me nervous. They performed all the painful procedures to make his heart beat longer.

And ever since we entered Junior High, every time this happened he always threw me away. Even his father and mother can only wait outside the room until his condition stabilizes again. Only father, the doctor can take care of him up close.

After the painful procedure was completed, I was then allowed to see him. I'll wait for him outside the door until Dad lets me in as he asks.

We were only Junior High students, but the life he lived felt heavier than it should have been.

I will see him smile after everything has passed, but I know what kind of pain he has been through before that.

"Well..." She called me with her usual smile. Now he had changed clothes, no longer hospital clothes that made him look pale. He was able to return home from the hospital today.

"Hmm" Ah, it feels like I'm reluctant to open my mouth for her today. I still have a grudge because this time I can only see him when he's allowed to come home.

"Juteknya, don't be so manyun. It's worse." He cupped my face forcing me to look straight into his eyes.

"You look so much sweeter when you were a kid. Why is it now like this" he said without sin.

"What's? So I'm getting worse now" I said, annoyed by the many times I heard.

"Ah no-no. Alana is always beautiful. The most beautiful woman I know" she said, her compliments don't make me happy.

I breathe heavily.

"You too, your attitude was much sweeter when we were kids." My ejek. His sweet attitude used to seem to fade because it was too often treated in the hospital.

"You never threw me out." I'm lirih. Honestly, I was still upset that I could not accompany and meet him for 7 whole days. He even asked Dad to forbid me from approaching his room sucks.

"Don't be so angry. You should have congratulated me for being able to get out of the hospital" he said like a child asking for a gift.

Yeah, I should be happy because that's it.

"Ah Yes... Thank you for holding on so well" I rubbed his head gently.

I hugged her arm, held her wherever she went. Dad would probably shake his head if he saw my behavior today that continued to stick to Ananta.

Well, this is an important moment. The moment we're going home together, again. After waiting and feeling anxious for 7 days

"What did dad say?" Much

"Hmm, I'm fine." Answer's short.

"My heart is back to normal" he said proudly.

"of course. He has to work well... We still have to get married." My words speak of his heart now beating on his temple. We have a promise to keep, so he should not rush to leave before the time comes.

Before I actually went home I took her to my favorite cafe. We ordered two contrasting foods. A cake that is all black and all pink.

Because it looks funny I pulled out my phone to take a picture. But before that happened I observed Ananta looking out the glass window. Ah, this guy always grabs my attention.

With a quick movement I moved my phone to take a picture of it, it was just one photo, but because it was too good my screen was finally full of his face.

When she noticed it I hurriedly turned my gaze to the cake to take a picture of her.

I looked at him with annoyance. Did his head hit something. The words don't match the Ananta I've known so far.

"I'm just photographing a cake..." I protested without glancing at him. But I couldn't pretend I didn't care about him because after a while I looked back at him.

'Ah, I seem to have missed him indeed'

Now I am not just looking, but looking at him with a deep gaze.

"Here, I want to see" he said, hand-picking my phone. I was lazy to lie again, finally I resigned and handed my phone.

He didn't open the gallery, but the camera. He put his hand away and pulled me closer. We took pictures together without warning.

"Let's not miss me anymore" he said, returning my phone from his hand.

"Gettle! My expression must be ugly" I said angrily, my reflexes lapping his shoulders to repeat the selfies.

"Just a minute" he said busy fiddling with my phone before following me to take another picture. This time I grabbed my phone. My expression looks better than the previous photo. In the previous photo my mouth opened in surprise, I immediately wiped it off before Ananta could see.

"Alana, we haven't seen each other in a week... Are you alone in school?" Ananta asked suddenly, making the atmosphere turn a little serious because of his expression.

"I don't have time to find a boyfriend because I'm worried you know. I already have you anyway." I pretend I don't understand what he means.

"In addition to not having a boyfriend, you don't have any friends?" Ask Ananta again.

'Yeah, I'm still alone and I don't care about that at all. Because during the days that passed yesterday my mind was only you.' I said in my heart. In fact, I am also always fine even though I have no friends other than Ananta.

Even though my classmates are actually quite good because they do not ostracize me just because I do not gossip or gather with them. It's just, they don't interact with me very often, that's all.

"I have..." I said a little hanging. I don't want him to worry about something so trivial like this.

"Other than I mean." Say again.

"There's... You're the one who doesn't care." My ejek.

"I keep their numbers" I said, showing the new numbers on the contact list to convince him.

Even though I got that number because I had to join for group work.

"Hummm, okay."

"So I can relax in case I have to go to the hospital again for a long time." He said without feeling guilty for ruining the atmosphere.

"Don't go there often. I'm starting to hate the smell of the hospital" I said coldly.

"Yes yes..." The answer is fear. Before I could nag him he hurriedly got up from where he was sitting.

"Wait a minute" she said before leaving me and going to order something at the checkout and bringing back a blueberry-flavored ice cream. It made me smile back automatically.

"You'll get a cold if you're angry." He said timidly while thrusting the blue ice cream.

Ananta has been too memorized by my movements, so he can immediately do something to make me not get angry.

"Looks like I need a lot of ice cream stock later." His words were so faint that they were barely audible to me. Ignored him. Because that sweet ice cream looks more attractive.

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