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For You Who are Missing

Renjana Kanya's

The Son's face was still visibly irritated as we were on our way home from D'Caffe. He still can not accept the treatment of Angel who ignored him and pretended not to know that he, Putra, when meeting at the airport. Vocalist Nada Sumbang loved by many people.

I also do not know for sure, what causes Putra so irritated when Angel pretended not to recognize him. The son I know, has no interest in taking care of whether he's known to many people or not. However, the treatment is so strange just because Angel pretends not to know him. After all, he had forgotten who the woman was even though he had met before. Should break even ‘kan, and it does not make it cringe.

From behind the wheel, I occasionally glanced at the Son who looked very upset. Even after apologizing, his attitude towards Angel did not change. Even though she seemed to be trying to feel comfortable around him. Yeah, now who can feel comfortable around the person who's been harassing her.

"You should be thankful, brother. Who met you at the time, Angel. Imagine if someone else. Can you guarantee that person will also be pretentious not to know you and even shout to call all your fans who have been waiting at the airport? Oh, or is that what you want? Everyone adores and confuses your name? That's not really your style, brother."

"Kok you effect belain Angel mulu anyway from earlier?" The son is still stubborn. Break all my arguments.

"Huh? Why do I accuse Angel, what the hell? I don't trust anyone here anymore. I just want to give you understanding."

The son threw his gaze in the other direction. I invited him to stop by the beach to make him feel calmer. We deliberately left in separate cars. I don't know why, I feel like I have a feeling that this is going to happen.

"I don't need it" he said almost inaudibly even though I could still catch it clearly.

"Lo said no need, but that's exactly what you need the most. Gini deh, you met accidentally, keep you invite him to run away from the fans. If at that time he wanted to explain who he really was, how could he be? After that what? You mojokin him to the wall for ... ." I took a long breath. It is painful to know the fact that the Son has done something to the detriment of others. If only I could slap him representing Angel. In fact, I can't do that. "Don't understand lo, lo's actions have included harassment, brother. And then, you still hope Angel will be good with you?"

"Yes, I know. I realized what I was doing was wrong. I've already apologized about it. Twice. Time at the airport and hospital when accidentally met him. I've been trying to be good with him. But what the hell, he was playing me. Though I intend to change the money to pay for the meatballs that we ate at that time. It was just doang. But he avoided. Hide in a room that's somehow occupied by who."

"And can you be sure, Angel traumatized or not the same incident? You realize not really Kak, with him avoiding it means he is not comfortable with you. He is uncomfortable around me. It's still a good thing he wants to be your manager and put his personal feelings aside. If I were Angel, I would never see you again. Especially working together."

There's no answer. The son is silent. Still staring at the open sea swallowed by the darkness of the night.

I don't want to talk either. It was useless to give the Son understanding when the man could not accept the explanation I gave. I have no right to tell Angel's story. About whatever it is. Although I know a little about the woman's wounds.

Also another fact if in the past, Angel once liked Putra more than just a fan to his idol. However, as a man who wants to be made a lover. That's why we used to be close. When I found out I was dating the Son, it didn't make him stay away from me. He supported me, although on the one hand he also told me that he would be determined to make the Son look at him someday. That never happened while we were still dating.

I took a long breath. We were both silent and busy with each other's thoughts. Until finally Putra got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk that became the barrier between the beach and the highway. While I let him aloof while staring at his back from inside the car.

Sometimes, if it is chaotic, the man just needs to step aside and calm the chaos in his mind. Alone. It does not take long, the Son will soon be destroyed if his mind is clear.

By 21:30, the son knocked on the windshield and asked me to move. His face was slightly better, although there was still a bit of aggravation left. He rubbed his face with his hands before looking at me who was now sitting on the passenger bench.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry with you" she said, looking regretful. "You're right, I think I'm really evil to have acted arbitrarily with Angel and instead blame the woman for the mistakes I made. But sorry, the feeling of being lied to by Angel still can't be accepted."

I took a long breath. "Yes already. That's your business. I don't want to interfere more than this."

"Yes, thank you for your attention."

The son smiled faintly before running the car splitting the streets of the city that was starting to desolate. We were quieter during the return trip. I also do not want to discuss the length of what is a burden on the mind of the man.

...***...

My laughter rang just as I got out of the car. Araz's name appears on the screen. My smile expands. Without caring for the Son who still turned off the car engine, I walked into the house. Eka's father who had just walked out of the main room on the first floor was astonished when he saw my smile.

"Why are you going back to the hospital?" I kissed her palm.

"Yes, you guys are fine at home huh. No need to go to the hospital. Just take care of Victor."

"Yes, tomorrow morning, Anya went to the hospital and I took care of Mama."

The middle-aged man smiled. The patting of my head shoots slowly, before saying,“Seneng looks very much.”

"Yes definitely dong. Anya pick up Araz's phone first huh, Dad. Father be careful on the road," I said passing from before Eka's father as he waved at her. My left hand was busy pressing the green button on the screen and answering Araz's phone call. "Hello, Mas."

"Hi, New. Long time very up?"

"Sorry, I'm out with Nada Sumbang's children. They met the new manager. This just got home, kept seeing Eka's father in front. He wants a hospital. We talked for a minute."

"Oh .. lose priority is the same as your busyness."

Since Araz admitted his feelings that have not been fully willing if I get closer to Putra – as a brother, make all his attitudes clear. I can't even force Araz to accept that fact. However, after all I try not to be trapped by the illusion of atmosphere anymore. After all, the Son is also trying not to tease me as a woman. We all learn, to accept the reality if it is not in line.

"They start the East Java tour next week, Mas. Until now, no manager has managed their needs. That's why I can help them, so I can help them."

"Yes, Kanya. Sorry, if sometimes my jealousy is too excessive. Btw, Hanung asked me the same question again. What do you think? Want to join MediaPena?"

"Hemm .. You may not, I will answer later. Can ‘kan, if we do not talk about the work first?" tanyaku carefully.

"Why? No fun talking about my partnership?"

I took a long breath. For some reason, Araz has become sensitive lately. He often misunderstands what I say. What I thought was completely different from what was in his mind.

"No, that's not what I meant, Mom. I just want to. .. talk about us. Can ‘kan?"

No answer from across. Only Araz's breath could be heard. Then he said, "I'm sorry if my attitude sucks. I miss it, but I can't stay. It feels heavy. I want to meet you. I need you near me right now."

My eyes closed listening to Araz. The corner of my lips cannot hide a smile. My heart expands when the man says he misses me. A warm feeling enveloped me. I feel the same way.

"Well, that means the kangen don't clap dong's hands," I said trying to hide a heartbeat that was starting to go wrong.

"Cock clapping one hand?"

"Not clapping one hand, Mom. I mean, Mas Araz is no longer alone."

Araz laughed at my defense. I'm sure the guy knows what I mean and just teases me. Proven ‘kan, now he laughs when I say I mean the truth.

"Eh, what's going on with Araz now?" tanyaku intends to divert the conversation.

"No, distract." Laughter was still left as Araz said that sentence. Even so, he still answered my question. "Just relax anyway. It's also in the office. I think I'll be overtime again tonight. Biasa, there's still something to take care of before I stay. Oh yeah, maybe the day after I go there. Keep my promise."

"Yes? I can't wait for him."

"Wait for me."

"Yes, Mas. Oh yeah, can I read Mas Araz a poem? I just read the book Phutut EA."

"Well, just this time I you read a poem. So tumben. What's up?"

"Kok what the hell is it? Yeah, let's just say a gift to someone who's longing and patiently ngadepin me."

Araz laughing. "Yes, I'll be horrified."

My smile expanded before finally reciting a piece of Phutut EA's poem in the book "Two-branched Streets in the Forest of Silence".

I hear soft music

who called me from far away.

From the heart of the dark forest across there. I

the wind, like

riding a hundred maya horses. Fulfill call

it was with a surge and taste

the unbearable miss.*

*Piece A: With the Wind (Two-Bronged Streets in the Forest of Silence - Phutut EA)