Fistfuls

I Long For You

"We go to the hospital first yes before meeting Indra, must check your situation," said Hafidz when reminded of the doctor's speech, if Gita's memory has returned must be taken to the hospital immediately.

"Well," said Gita resigned, although in fact he did not want to go to the hospital because he felt fine, just dizzy earlier when he heard Karin and Gavin talking, but he did not want to, and after arriving at the Papa's office, the dizziness had vanished.

Hafidz drove his car to the hospital where Gita was treated, they went straight to the doctor's room that used to handle Gita, because Hafidz had made an appointment with the doctor.

The doctor said there was nothing to worry about, only that Gita still had to rest a lot and not be too hard to remember everything that he could not remember. One day, that memory will come back on its own. Yes, Gita has not remembered everything, maybe a small thing that was deliberately not wanted to be remembered by the girl, but she already remembered all about her loved ones.

They were relieved to hear the doctor's words. After the hospital, as per Gita's request, the two went straight to Indra's office, already impatient to meet the young man.

"Sorry Father, Mr. Indra is not in the office at this time, he just came out" said a company receptionist Grandpa Indra when Hafidz asked the whereabouts of the young man.

Fortunately, Hafidz chose to ask first before entering Indra's room, although he usually went straight in when there was a need with the young man.

After saying thank you and do not need to say his arrival to Indra, Hafidz resigned, following Gita Yanga had been waiting in the car.

"Indra has a meeting with a client, he just got out" said Hafidz when he entered the car.

Gita sighed, thinking for a moment. "Jaudah is nothing, we will wait in the apartment. Now I want to call Mama," Gita misses the woman, and feels guilty for almost two weeks not knowing her, ah really sorry, must be very sad Mama, he thought.

"All right, we're going to Brother's apartment," broke up Hafidz. "But how is Papa? Must be worried about you," he added when remembering the Papa who did not know the state of the Gita.

Gita shook her head, she did not have any ideas, let alone the Papa was currently busy.

"We should tell Papa first, Indra's business can be later tonight after Papa knows your situation. We go back to Papa's house now," Hafidz changed his mind, he didn't want Papa to be angry about this, because as long as Gita was sick Papa was the one taking care of her.

Gita just resigned, because she had no ideas at all, the most important thing after this she could call the mother and apologize to the middle-aged woman.

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For several days Indra did not sleep in his apartment, he chose to stay in the house Oma to drive away the loneliness that always afflicted him. I don't know why this time I want to sleep in the apartment. He even had time to go home to Oma first, but he chose to go home to the apartment, miss with his bedroom which some days is empty without residents, he said, but make no mistake the apartment is still cleaned by the Oma family Art.

The night has moved to replace the beautiful twilight when viewed from the edge of the ocean. Indra had just come out of Oma's house, he even refused the invitation of the Oma to dinner first, wanting to immediately rest the body that felt tired after a day of work.

Before arriving at the apartment, the young man pulled over for a moment his car, decided to order a roadside meal and would eat it later in the apartment alone, do not want to look single when eating alone without anyone or a partner.

Before long the car he was driving was parked neatly in the basement of the apartment, as usual he went straight to his unit. Just as his foot had entered the apartment unit, he felt dejavu, like he had felt this before. Smelled the aroma of cooking, when no one was going to his apartment today.

"Maybe the smell of this food, it may not be the same culprit as some time ago," he said consoling himself.

It did not take long for Indra to tell himself, because so hungry he immediately grabbed a plastic package containing food he bought earlier on the roadside. Of course, he currently needs a plate and spoon for dinnerware, and both items are located in the kitchen.

He casually went into the kitchen to retrieve the two things he now needed, but his steps came to a halt at the door of the kitchen when he found a beautiful figure who was now looking at him with a smile. Revealing his eyes repeatedly, feeling that what is now in front of him is just an unreal fantasy, even he also rubbed his eyes not yet believing what he saw.

"This must be halu" he chanted.

"Breast not want to be the same me," sighed long when remembering the girl who loved prefers to be with other men and did not know him.

Indra ignored the fantasy that felt real, she chose to take the plate and spoon she needed. But his eyes glared again as he looked at the dining table that was already filled with several dishes, this time he looked at the girl with that sweet smile who was still in his position. As if he could not believe what he saw, because the girl was now approaching him and without permission immediately hugged his body tightly.

"Sorry, you must be disappointed with me" said the girl in the arms of the lover.

"This is really you? Not just my imagination, is it? I do not want if this is just a delusion and finally make me disappointed because it has fantasized too high," Indra still does not believe if the one who hugs him is the Gita, the girl who had been making him restless for a few days.

"That could pinch me if you don't believe me" challenged Gita.

Indra shook her head then returned the embrace of the girl, it felt real, even she could smell the typical scent of this girl. It is not wrong, if this time he is not being halu or dream.

"I'm long for you" he said, drowning the girl's face in the neck.

"I'm sorry," that's all Gita can say, even if it doesn't need to be done because everything that happens isn't in her plan.

Indra shook his head, "I'm the one who should be sorry, you're not wrong at all" he said, recalling all the events before the girl's accident.

Long enough the two hugged, shed a sense of longing, as if they had not met for a century. Though they often meet but in other conditions and circumstances.

"Hem," the voice of someone from behind them made the two let go of the hug very heavily.

"Good luck in time" chirped the man who was none other than Hafidz.

"CK, the habit came at the wrong time," Indra clucked bitterly, because because the young man's embrace of longing was blessed.

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