Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Memories of Proximity 2

The sound of Calya's screams rang out to Praba's ears. Immediately, the man ran out of his house, towards the source of the voice. Calya's House.

"Geez!" praba shouted after opening the door of the house.

"Mother Dirga, what's wrong?" said again.

Calya's body was curled up in the corner of the living room. Praba approached him immediately. Shaking around Calya's body to regain her consciousness.

Calya's hysterical scream was stopped, now all that was left was a sobbing of heartache.

Praba grabbed Calya's body. Hugged it.

***

Calya was lying on her bed. Praba entered the room with a cup of warm tea.

"Drink this" said Praba.

Calya grabbed the cup, "Thank you."

"What's wrong?" praba Gumam.

"If I told you, what can you do?" ask Calya lirih.

"Sometimes we need someone to listen. At least it will reduce the burden that accumulates in the heart" answered Praba.

"Can I trust you?" ask Calya again.

"Do I look like an untrustworthy person?" praba Reply.

"We just knew each other."

"Have to know for a long time to trust each other?"

Calya's stunned. Praba's words are like waking him up to something. About trust. About relationships.

Dirga was her husband, the one who had been with her for a long time. Know it inside and out.

But actually ... Dirga has lied to him. Dirga wasn't honest with him. Nor did he keep his promise.

A moment later Calya lifted her head, looking at Praba's face.

"Have you ever felt lied to?" ask Calya.

"Surely ever."

"By the people you trust?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"The one you love?"

Praba. Then shake, "Not."

"Then how can I share my taste with you?" ask Calya lirih.

"I've felt a loss. There's no more pathetic feeling than that."

Calya's speechless. Praba's words rebuked him. He realized, Praba had lost his wife. Even lost forever and will never see you again in this world.

***

Calya doesn't expect much with her cell phone. Dirga's number was completely out of touch.

Calya was staring at her face in the mirror this morning when the sound of knocking on the door sounded. Calya opened the door.

"Sir Praba?" he sizzled while watching the man who came.

Two plastic bags became her tent.

"Em .. I'm new from the shopping market. If I may, I'd like to cook in Miss Dirga's kitchen. Yes ... All of you cook for Miss Dirga too," muttered Praba.

"Well, Mr Praba can cook?" ask Calya.

"of course. Can't believe?"

Calya thought for a moment. "Okay, let's see!" call Calya then.

Praba followed Calya's steps into the kitchen. Upon arrival, Praba placed his luggage on the table.

"What are Mr Praba shopping for?" calya asked as she took out a few containers from the dish shelf.

"Fish tilapia, various vegetables, tempeh and tofu," said Praba.

Calya looked up to see the groceries that had been issued by Praba and were being placed into the container given by Calya earlier.

'Smart is also this man shopping, ' Calya muttered in his heart. Dirga never did that.

"Keep cooking how are the ingredients?" ask Calya again.

"Sayur asem, tempe fried tofu, nila fried flour and sambal terasi," answered Praba.

Calya smiled then said, "Okay, let's get started."

They both began to weed the ingredients, wash them and prepare spices. Because so engrossed Praba did not realize when his hand touched the black bottom of the pot. When wiping the sweat, the black color moved to his face.

Calya who saw Praba's face smeared like that laughed.

"What's Miss Dirga laughing at?" ask Praba.

"That" said Calya, pointing at Praba's face.

"Why is my face?" praba asked confusedly.

The shame, Praba even rubbed his face again which made the black stain even more.

"Oh, don't hold her face again, sir! Try here I help," said Calya while taking a few sheets of tissue and wet it with a little water.

A moment later Calya had already swept the tissue over Praba's face. Praba just fell silent to get that treatment. For a moment his breath seemed to be restrained. Calya's touch made a different feel to her at the moment.

Calya's face that was so close to her now made her blood instantly rustle. His gaze did not blink on Calya's serious-looking face smudging a stain on her face.

"Well, already," muttered Calya.

But Calya immediately realized something when there was a pungent smell kissed her. It turns out that the fish that was being fried has been scouring.

"Ouch, fish!" cry out Calya again.

Praba also panicked. Rushing he turned off the stove, while Calya was trying to lift the black fish.

"Yeahhh! It's a scorch, "calya grumbled.

"It's okay, Mom. Even charred, if eaten with a heart as pure as possible, it will still be delicious" said Dirga.

Calya looked at Praba, who was reciprocated by raising an eyebrow by Praba. It ended with the laughter of the two of them.

Praba and Calya are enjoying their hard-earned lunch. Vegetable asem, tofu and tempe fried, sambal terasi and fish nila fried gosong.

Sitting face to face at the dining table of Calya's house, the two seemed to be enjoying it voraciously.

Praba was stunned for a moment. There was a calm feeling in his heart now. At least today she had made sure that Calya filled her stomach well, and the most important thing was that today Calya laughed.

***

Bremembem .. brembembem ....

Calya's daydreams scatter when she hears the sound of Praba's motor moans entering the courtyard.

'Where's he from raining?' Inner Calya wondered.

Praba has now parked his motorcycle on the terrace and entered the house. However, the sound of sneezing Praba was still heard by Calya.

Tonight the rain had subsided, and Calya was still sitting facing the window. However, this time he no longer remembered about Dirga. Praba's return in the heavy rain was what now tickled his mind.

Calya picks up her gawai, searches for Praba's contact and starts sending WhatsApp messages.

[Reg ..].

Sent, tick two gray. Until a few minutes Calya did not get a reply.

Calya's getting restless. I don't know why his feelings started to calm down. After thinking for a moment, he rushed out of his house, towards the house of Praba.

Arriving at the door, his hand immediately knocked. But there is no answer. Curiosity prompts Calya to try to open the door.

Chequek. Door opens. Calya stepped foot into the house of Praba. Inside it looked lonely, even as he entered the kitchen.

'Where is he?' calya murmured in the heart.

Calya saw the door of the room open a little. At first there was hesitancy in his mind to look inside the room. However, the anxiety that made him unsettled finally pushed his steps slowly towards the room.

Slowly pushed the door. After looking inside, Calya flinched. Praba is lying on the bed.

Calya tried to get closer. He saw the pale-looking face of Praba. Calya's heart begins to suspect that Praba is not okay. A moment later the back of his hand had already touched Praba's forehead.

"God! It's so hot ..." sizzled Calya slowly.

Calya quickly ran out of the room, heading to the kitchen. Take the container and fill it with warm water. However, confused by finding a cloth to compress in the house of Praba, Calya immediately ran to his house to take his handkerchief. Also rubbing oil and some red onions.

After being back in the room Praba, the woman immediately compress Praba's forehead. Calya suspects that Praba has a fever due to rain earlier.

A moment later Calya went to the kitchen to grate the onion she was carrying earlier. Then put it in a bowl which is then smeared with rubbing oil.

Calya had returned to the room and began to smear the body of Praba with the potion she had made earlier. After that Calya returned to tidying up Praba's clothes and now sat beside the man's bed.

Every few minutes, Calya changed the compress on Praba's head while occasionally checking his body temperature with the back of his hand.

The night is getting late, but Praba's body temperature does not decrease. Drowsiness began to hit Calya's eyes, but as hard as he tried to fight. He felt he had to stay awake to make sure the compressive water changed on Praba's forehead.

After a third of the night, Calya's defense collapsed as well. His head had staggered on the edge of Praba's bed with the position still sitting on his chair.

***

Morning sunlight infiltrated through the vents of the room. Praba who could feel the warmth of the light bias slowly opened his eyes. He was shocked when he felt someone else around him.

As soon as he was about to get up, the compressive handkerchief on his forehead fell down. Praba immediately remembered the thing he experienced yesterday. As he went to buy a birthday present for Calya, heavy rain suddenly fell. Feeling the need to go home to prepare a surprise birthday for Calya, he broke through the swift water that fell from the sky.

And Praba realized that the sleeping woman was Calya. In addition, he also realized that the woman was in his room all night and compressed it and rubbed her body with oil mixed with onions. Praba saw the bowl containing the potion on the table. He convinced himself by smelling his scent.

***

Praba is rising. Raising Calya's body to the bed. Make it comfortable to sleep. After that, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

A few minutes later, an omlet was released. Two glasses of tea were also enthroned at the table. Praba placed a box in the middle of the table.

Smelling the aroma of cooking and making Calya open her eyes. He was shocked when he realized he was asleep not in his own room. Calya is rising.

Then ... slowly he realized he was at Praba's house. He rushed out of the room, into the kitchen.

"Pak Praba ..." muttered Calya when she saw that Praba was washing tools.

"Eh ... Miss Dirga is awake?" ask Praba.

"M- sorry .. I overslept in ...."

"Thank you" said Praba.

"Yes .. em .. last night I came looking for Mr. Praba, but there was no answer. Apparently the door was still open, so .. I went in and saw Mr. Praba had a fever. Then ...."

"Thank you, Miss Dirga" said Praba as he walked to the dining table and opened the chair. "Please sit down" he continued.

"Hem? Mr Praba is well?" calya asked confusedly.

"Dirga ma'am still see me sick?" praba Reply.

Calya shakes.

"Then sit down now" said Praba.

Calya walked up to the chair and sat down.

"Now we have breakfast" said Praba after sitting in the front seat of Calya.

"Sir Praba prepared this? ask Calya.

"Dirga's mom seen anyone else here?" lirih Praba while looking to and fro.

Calya laughs.

"One more time .. thank you, for taking care of me all night" he said.

"Name-sama .... Didn't Mr Praba help me more?" sahut Calya's.

"Maybe ..we are destined to help each other" said Praba.

"Yes, maybe .. even with a funny start ...."

"Mom Dirga still remembers?"

"of course. And ... once I found out that Mr. Praba was Dirga's boss in the office, I was ashamed of myself" said Calya.

"Oh yeah?" Praba raised his eyebrows.

"Already ah, don't remember that incident again." Calya lowered her face in embarrassment.

"Okay, then let's have breakfast," Praba asked.

Calya nodded and began to sip her tea. A piece of omlet had already moved onto their respective plates.

"Em ... What is this, sir?" calya asked as her gaze fell on the box in the middle of the table.

"Open up!" sahut Praba while feeding a spoonful of omlet to his mouth.

"I mean Father?" calya asked confusedly.

"If you want to know the contents, then open it" replied Praba.

Slowly Calya grabbed the box and opened it. A gold necklace with a round shaped pendant.

"Whose necklace is this, sir?" ask Calya.

"Happy birthday," muttered Praba.

"What?! A birthday? I ...." Calya remembered the date today.

And sure enough, today is the anniversary of his twenty-seven year birth.

Calya looked back at Praba. Questions ran through his mind. Why did Praba know the day of his birth..

"How's Mr-"

"Can you know?" Praba cut off Calya's speech.

Calya assented with a nod.

"Yesterday at the office, I accidentally saw Dirga's data, and there was also his wife's data. Knowing that today is the birthday of Ms. Dirga and .. her husband is not here, I thought of making a little surprise for Ms. Dirga so as not to feel alone on this happy day. However ... heavy rain made me have a fever last night. So what I was planning to do was surprise in the middle of the night, it didn't even happen" explained Praba.

Calya was silent for a moment. Inner raging. Why would Praba care about his birthday? While Dirga, her husband, the person who should be with her to celebrate this day, was just out of nowhere at this time.

From his chair Praba had stood up, walking towards the woman before him. He grabbed the necklace that was in Calya's hands. Then wrap it around the neck of the woman who was still sitting with that inexplicable feeling.

"This necklace pendant is round like the moon. If Ms. Dirga feels alone and sad, hold this" said Praba after the necklace was wrapped around Calya's neck.

Calya clasped the locket and turned to Praba, "Thank you for Mr. Praba's kindness ...."

Praba returned Calya's gaze. There was a sense that was somehow raging in the man's heart. An impossible feeling can be expressed because of a status.

But for sure, Praba does not want Calya to drag on in her inner suffering that is not until when it will happen.

***

This morning Calya went to the market to shop for groceries. After his birthday celebration with Praba, he did not want to drag on in sadness again. If other people are willing to share their happiness with him, why should he torture himself in grief. If her husband had lied to her, why did she curse herself in misery.

Calya decided to cook some chicken soup today. All the materials needed are already in the plastic bag he is carrying now. Calya has arrived in front of the fence of the official house. But when walking into the yard he was shocked, Praba was sitting on a bench in the yard wearing his work uniform.

"Sir Praba?" ask Calya.

"Hufh ... apparently to the market huh?" ask Praba.

"Yes .. Why?"

"I'm worried that Ms. Dirga is going to a no-no place" said Praba.

"What does that mean to a no-no place?" calya asked confusedly.

"Hmm .. I mean, em .. I'm worried that Ms. Dirga is still sad and frustrated and .. yes that is."

"Geez! Then Mr. Praba checked my whereabouts at home, then since I'm not around, Mr. Praba is waiting here?" ask Calya again.

"That's ...."

Calya patted her forehead. "After returning from Mr. Praba's house, I took a shower and went to the market. Ah, I want to go in. Want to cook first," said Calya as she walked forward.

But just a few steps he stopped and turned to Praba.

"Pak Praba is completely healthy and sure he's going to the office?" ask Calya.

"Yes" said Praba.

"Then ... Mr. Praba don't have to cook today! Later I will share the chicken soup that I want to cook," said Calya.

"Oh .. yes. Hmm .. I went to the office first, yeah. I will be home for lunch later. It feels ... can't wait to eat chicken soup made by Bu Dirga," said Praba while scratching his head.

Calya smiled and walked back into her house. While Praba rode his motorbike parked in the yard and passed to the office.

***

Tok ... tok ....

The door of Calya's house was knocked. Calya opened the door.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Praba .. How did you come? It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon" said Calya.

"I'm sorry, I had a lot of work. Understandably, Dirga has not returned, so all I have to handle myself" said Praba.

"Oh .. I guess Mr. Praba forgot my promise to go home to taste my chicken soup. Continue ... Mr Praba has eaten yet?" ask Calya.

"Yes not yet. Let alone to eat, just breathe like there is no time because of the accumulation of work. Emm .. I can't forget the promise to Miss Dirga. Honestly ... chicken soup was always imagined when I was working earlier," muttered Praba.

Calya and Praba chuckled together.

"Yes, let's go in. Mr. Praba eat here only. Pity if you eat at home, then Mr. Praba must wash the dishes again even though he is still tired," said Calya while inviting Praba to come with him to the kitchen.

After Praba sat on the dining chair, Calya started preparing the cutlery for Praba. The chicken soup was on the table. Praba began to spoon the food onto his plate and began to enjoy it.

"How good is it not, sir?" ask Calya.

"Hmm ... How is it? Should I be honest?" praba Reply.

"Yes have to dong" said Calya.

"But Miss Dirga can't be angry ...."

"Yes no. Precisely if there is something to be corrected yes I will be more happy again, so that tomorrow-tomorrow the taste of this cuisine is more perfect," said Calya.

"Okay .. in my opinion ... Miss Dirga can already open warteg," muttered Praba.

"meaning?" ask Calya.

"Yes because the taste of this cuisine is good, so Miss Dirga can already open warteg," said Praba.

"Kok warteg anyway, sir. Delightful little dong, restaurant what restaurant so ..." grumbled Calya.

"Hum .. don't sulk dong. Yes, we will join to open a restaurant together. Ma'am himself, I'm his servant" said Praba.

Hearing Praba's words, suddenly Calya tingled and laughed out loud. Likewise Praba who is also amused by his own words.

***