Bad Boy Agents

Longing

“Family Galih Pradana?” call a woman dressed in all white who appears from the door of the room.

“Ya, I,” Gayatri immediately stand up. He approached the nurse who was in charge of accompanying Galih. “Can I meet my sister, Sus?” ask Gayatri expectantly.

“Please. It's just, help us not to cause things that make patients anxious. Because only two days is stable,” message nurse.

“Good, I will strive,” timpal Gayatri with unanimous determination.

His heart was already pounding very fast, imagining what the current figure of Galih was like. Several times he came to see her, but Gayatri was never able to meet in person. Sometimes you can only look at it from behind the window with an iron trellis because the man is more comfortable lying on his bed. Depression and hallucinations, the two diagnoses of which became the weight of Schizophrenia experienced by Galih.

“Please, this way.” The nurse points the way for Gayatri and Shaka. Two of them entered the room.

From a distance, Gayatri saw the figure of Galih with her hair shaggy and thin body, sitting bent down on a long bench. The man was pensive, with thoughts that could never be guessed.

Gayatri sighed deeply before meeting Galih. He had to endure his turbulent feelings. The chest is already crowded to hold the sad and longing that are mixed into one. Shaka lets Gayatri walk ahead of him, while he is still watching from a distance, reading the conditions if perhaps Galih can not accept the arrival of Gayatri and himself.

“Abang,” call Gayatri who is sitting opposite Galih. They were only obstructed by a white wooden table.

The man did not respond, still bowed to hide his face behind his unattached hair. Either he doesn't hear or his mind isn't here.

“Gue Aya, adek lo. Lo inget right?” gayatri continued with her slightly raucous voice. There was a cry that he tried to endure in front of Galih. After that incident, only this time Gayatri spoke with Galih.

Rubih was still silent. The man grabbed a cast of fiber in his hand. Apparently the cast is still attached, because Galih's hand has not healed properly. The white color of the cast had already turned yellow and slightly dirty. Of course, this man would not be able to take good care of her. The pain in his hand may not be as much as the mental and mental wounds he experienced.

“How are you?” again Gayatri asked, looking fixedly at the older brother who was so longed for. Galih was still silent, but slowly his attention was on Gayatri.

Behind the long hair covering his face, Galih's black eyes stared warily at the gayatri figure. When they almost looked into the eyes, the man looked down again. Although he secretly tried to recognize the girl in front of him.

“Aya,” say that big hoarse voice.

The deg! Gayatri's heart seoerti in tonjok heard the voice of Galih that so missed him.

“Yes, it's me,” Gayatri's voice breaks, along with her tears that come dripping. It turned out to be so difficult to hold back the tears that he had been holding for two months.

“Gue kangen sama. Can I hug you?” gayatri's voice faltered because of her broken cry.

Galih did not agree or reject it. He only looked secretly at Gayatri from his place. His vigilance decreased, it seemed like he could recognize the girl.

There was no longer a handsome and dashing Galih figure. There is also no figure of Galih who is always fragrant and smiling. Everything has changed, the two months have changed many things, including the older brother.

Gayatri hugged the twenty-three-year-old man for a while. The man did not return Gayatri's embrace, but did not shy away. A nice achievement about Galih's current condition.

“Lo have eaten?” tanya Gayatri looked at her brother.

Of course Galih did not answer, he still plucked the cast fiber in his hand. “Lo is very handsome if his face looks tired. I iket hair yes...” persuade Gayatri. He took off his hair rubber, let his hair fall down while his hair rubber he tied it to Galih's hair.

Galih had grimaced and dodged when Gayatri was about to touch his head, it seemed like this man was paranoid at the attack on his head.

“Gue just want iket rammbut lo. Long hair, handsome like a chinese actor. But more handsome if my hair is neat.” While tying Galih's hair, Gayatri was still chattering.

Shaka gave a small smile hearing Gayatri's chatter. It seemed, for the time being he did not need to get close. The siblings need time to spend together and should not be disturbed. Therefore, Shaka chose to pay attention from his place. At the very least, he was beginning to know what Galih was like at the moment.

About fifteen minutes of the deadpan time was given to Gayatri and all passed in silence. They sit side by side with their minds. This is enough, Gayatri grasped Galih's hand tightly while occasionally saying, "Gue dear lo, Bang."

Of course the man did not answer. Until then Galih was brought in again to the treatment room because to maintain emotional stability. Galih is not used to meeting outsiders yet and it should be done gradually. Gayatri understood that completely.

From his place, Gayatri looked at Galih's bent back. Her tears trickled back to imagine how her brother had suffered all this time. The man who is always overprotective of him, the man who teaches him to protect himself, the man who trains him to challenge the adrenaline with the race and the man who has always been a figure of his pride in the real world, all this time, how could his heart not be broken?

"Gue kangen lo the old bang. Very Kangeenn," inner Gayatri. It was heartless to see such a Galih.

Seeing Gayatri pensively alone, Shaka decided to approach. He stood beside Gayatri and at that moment Gayatri wiped her tears. Shaka heard a deep sigh from the girl's mouth, as if confirming that she had lost her brother.

“Lo okay?” shaka asked without taking his eyes off Galih who a moment ago turned into his treatment room.

Gayatri did not reply, she simply bowed with tears still dripping. The girl cried a mouthful without a sound.shaka immediately grabbed the girl's shoulder and brought her a hug. He clenched it, giving the frightened and sad girl a sense of calm.

Without rejection, Gayatri buried her face in Shaka's chest. The girl still sobbed to let out all the sadness that had been in her custody.

Shaka patiently accompanied Gayatri until she finished crying. At the claps of Gayatri's arms he gently wiped them.

"Lo is not alone Aya, we are done with this problem together" Shaka said with full determination in his heart.

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