Go home

Just once

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The son could feel, a sharp gaze piercing behind his back. However, he doesn't care. Right now, the man just wanted to hug Kanya. It saps all the feelings of worry, anxiety, fatigue, and longing mixed into one. His embrace is getting tighter. While the pounding behind his broken bones cannot betray. Makes the man's feelings warm.

"Son, I can't breathe" said Kanya interrupting as Putra tightened her arms.

"Bodo, in a moment. I'm still missing," said Putra, making Araz, who had been quiet, react. The man removed the arms of the Son from Kanya's body.

"Sorry, Kanya has to rest. If you want a reunion, then later. Wait for Kanya, you can go home."

The corner of the Son's lips expands. She knew it wasn't a matter of Kanya having to take a break that made Araz pull her away from the woman's embrace, but the chatter last night was the root of the problem. Clearly, the war drums had been pounded by Araz since Putra stepped into Kanya's inpatient room. Even clearly, Araz showed that attitude of war by protecting his own from the reach of the Son.

Maybe the Son was stupid when he admitted to Araz if the man still harbored feelings for Kanya. Not as a brother, but as a former lover who has shared many things for eight years.

"Sori, if so I look at Mama, first. Healthy, Anya. If you fall gini, how can you take care, Mama. You must get well soon" said Putra as he patted Kanya's head.

The woman is still the same as before. He would flinch adorable if there was someone patting the top of his head. Reminds the Son of a kitten in need of protection. Unknowingly, the man smiled. Sincerest. No longer felt the pain that was quietly sharpening his heart.

"Yes, you should also see me, Viktor. And you can see how much he looks like us" Kanya said without any burden.

Reality again slaps the Son. Before his heart grew sore, he decided to leave Kanya's room immediately.

"Okay, I'm definitely going to die too, Viktor."

The son stepped lethargic out of Kanya's room, just as Eka walked down the corridor to the daughter's hospital room. Seeing the face for the Son, making the man mature towards middle age, looking at him full of probing. Eka was more surprised when she saw Putra was not as enthusiastic when telling her if she had made up with Kanya some time ago.

"Hey, Champ. How, have you finished meeting the kangen?" goda Eka makes the face of the Son even more turbid.

It is not usual for the Son to ignore Eka's jokes. Although Eka is typical of hard work, but he includes a father figure and the head of the family who always shows attention to his family. Not infrequently through light jokes that provoke laughter. Even when a cold war broke out between them, Eka always tried to pay attention to the Son. Even in Kanya, even though the woman is more not concerned with what she has been trying.

"What's the matter, you guys fighting?" tanya Eka made the Son exhale deeply this time.

"No, Pa. It'sit's nothing. Not really important." The son tried to smile even though his heart was sore.

From the beginning he was committed to seeing his family happy, even though he had to endure the pain alone. Then let him feel the pain, as long as he sees everyone can smile. The most important thing for him is to get his happiness. Kanya's. He's the most important. That woman was all she thought about her happiness.

"Look, your face is so tangled. Can you still say okay?" tanya Eka widens the smile on the face of the Son.

"I can't believe Iky is okay. Seriously Pa, Iky's okay. Maybe just tired."

In order to convince Eka, the man used his little nickname for himself. Iky. The smile of the Son now looks more sincere. That name, always use if the two are involved in a debate and require them to talk about serious things. The name also melts the heart of the Son every time Eka calls him. Similar mantras.

Eka patted her firstborn's shoulder - as she currently had two other children - before walking into the room where Kanya was being cared for.

"You can go home today. You go home first too. Let Papa here take care of your Mama."

Son nodded. As Eka's back disappeared behind the door, the man walked towards the ICU room. Meet Sukma who is still not aware of his coma.

Long ago, the Son looked at the body of the woman who looked thinner than the last time he saw her. About two months ago. Even in his sleep, that face looked so tired. It was as if the burden he bore was unforgettable and was clearly imprinted from the look on his face. The Son's heart is getting hurt.

In the past, Sukmalah was one of the reasons why she accepted Eka's marriage to the woman. Although the woman often contradicts Kanya from trivial to serious, Sukma is a mother figure whom the Son always misses. The man was always envious whenever Sukma poured all his affection and attention on Kanya. He wants to feel the same. Even just a dinner served by the woman herself. Therefore, Putra used to play at Kanya's house just to enjoy Sukma cuisine which is very delicious.

In the future, Putra wants Sukma to be a good mother-in-law to her. Although it cannot replace the figure of the mother - who has even forgotten her face - at least the presence of Sukma can always fill the void. However, the Maha actually made another scenario in the story he lived.

Actually, the relationship between Putra and Sukma also recently began to improve. When the Son already feels really willing if it should be so that happens. The screenwriter as well as the director who is more absolute determine how the actor should be. Their conversation recalls a time when she was still Kanya's lover. Sukma's attitude is still as warm as ever. The figure of the mother who missed the Son is always attached to Sukma. Although it was awkward at first after two more years of neglecting the kindness of the woman.

"Hello, Ma. How are you doing? Get well soon. I miss the same, Mama," said Putra while holding Sukma's hand. "Sorry Son, Ma. I thought my feelings for Kanya were completely gone, but in fact I was still baper with her. It is not easy to forget memories that have been passed eight years. Hehe .. even Mama who is a witness how we started dating from High School until graduating from college.

Sometimes it still feels strange, Mama who I once imagined to be my in-laws, just so Mama continued me. But it's okay, Ma, I'm sure my feelings for Kanya are gone for a while. If even if it can not be lost or maybe forgotten, I just keep it in my heart. I'm happy to see you all laugh. Especially if it's all because of me. I'm also relieved, Ma."

The son wipes away the water at the end of his eyes. Somehow he suddenly became melancholy after two years of strengthening his intentions for the good of all. The presence of Kanya, the apology of the woman, makes her mind just back churned.

More and more tears flowed down the cheeks of the man. He's trying hard. He's been trying to be all right all along. As long as he can get back close to Kanya. As whatever it is. However, in reality the Son could not be that loud. Is it true that men are more difficult to move on than women?

The son sighed, before finally deciding to get out of the Sukma room.

***

In the end the white-door room next to the Son's room was occupied for the first time after two years left empty. Kanya - the owner of the room - decided to really go home when she got out of the hospital this afternoon. Smiles are increasingly inevitable from the face of the Son. He was relieved, finally the missing child wanted to go home after wandering to follow his heart.

The son glanced at the clock on his screen. At 10:00 p.m. Araz has been allowed to enter the room since 09:00. He said that tomorrow he had to return to Jakarta to take care of the cooperation project with Hanung. While Kanya is still engrossed in front of the television to date. While the Son, who avoided war with Araz, chose to enter the room along with the man. He didn't want Kanya's lover to get suspicious of him.

Damn, the eyes have not yet closed even though the Son has been trying to sleep. Moreover, the Son is not a typical person who can sleep regularly. Late at night has become a habit. As a result, now the man can only lie in bed without doing anything.

"Damn, I'm thirsty anyway. Males is out. Araz must be restless and unable to sleep. The reason is just to sleep first, but secretly must be nguping behind the door of the room," said the son of bad judgment on Araz. "Why also watch this hour still watch TV anyway? Don't fall asleep."

The son decided to leave the room when he remembered the habit of Kanya who often overslept while watching TV. In the past, it was he who was in charge of moving Kanya to bed as they spent time dating by watching movies at home. Huft ... The son took a long breath. It seems that the Son really must be able to let go of the current situation if he does not want to be haunted by memories.

Surely the alleged Son. He fell asleep in front of a still-lit television. The man looked at Kanya's peaceful face in his sleep. Nothing has changed from Kanya's face since elementary school except getting prettier this time. Hmm ... Again reality slaps the consciousness of the Son. Those who have known for a long time are not necessarily paired in love. The son laughed blandly.

"Him, Anya, wake up. Move to room gih. It's cold here, you can catch a cold" said the Son, shaking Kanya's body slowly. And so Kanya, it is impossible to wake up easily if you have fallen asleep even though you can still be invited to dialogue even with your eyes closed.

"No, I'll just sleep here."

"Hemm .. Your habits have not changed. Move the room there. When I had to move you to your kayak room first? It's not possible, is it."

"Why not? Now my brother. Hehe ... Brother, carry me to dong's room."

"You slept drunk anyway. Wonderful."

The son is just about to grant Kanya's request, if he doesn't remember Araz. The man knocked on the door of the guest room. Hope Araz hasn't slept and can move Kanya to his room. However, until the minutes passed there was no reply from Araz.

"This is a great trial people want to move on," said Putra lirih while observing Kanya's body that makes her body tremble. Naturally not, the son of an adult male who is still sexually normal. And, Kanya's body can always tease her. "Damn it!"

The son nodded slowly. Before acting obscenely she passed from the living room and returned to her room. Take a blanket to cover Kanya's body using only crop tees and hot pans before finally moving the woman to her room.

"Other times do not wear minimal clothes like gini dong. You purposely told Araz what the hell?"

"Araz couldn't have done that. 'And he's not lo."

Kanya's words made Putra slapped. Even though they had only done it once, still the regret had never gone away until now. Especially with their current condition.

"I'm sorry, yeah. I don't want to be a guy."

"It happened, don't regret it. I want to too."

The Son's smile expands. It was not their talk that made the man laugh, but Kanya's funny habit of being able to talk to while she was asleep. Those moments reawaken memories that once passed through the mind of the Son. How adorable Kanya was when she fell asleep and spoke at the same time.

"Good sleep, my soul. A beautiful dream." The son stroked Kanya's head before coming out of the woman's room. However, Kanya's next remark made Putra freeze.

"My beautiful dreams are also my Guardian Angel."

The mention that slid from Kanya's lips made Putra completely lose control. He saw Kanya's face that was still closed.

The son stroked Kanya's slumbering face. Her tears flowed slowly. Son crying. His mind was back in pain. He could be so close to Kanya, but could never have her more than their current relationship status. It feels so painful. This may be what is called pain, but it does not bleed.

"I don't care if you hate me again. I don't care if after this you go away again. I don't care about anything. I'm just saying that I love you, Him. It's still the same as before. Nothing has changed and nothing has ever changed. I still love you. My soul.

I'm sorry, His. I'm ... just this once. Let it be after this I can let you go of my life, as the woman I love."

The man brought his face closer to Kanya's lips. The son kissed the woman's lips long enough. And the lips returned the Son's kiss. They share a kiss with tears.