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He's Come Back

Renzana Alcatraz

Out of all the love stories, I'd hate to see a third person. From the past, or the present. I think many have an understanding of me. Yes, who wants someone's relationship to be destroyed, just because of the presence of memories, as well as other stories that make one or even both uncomfortable.

So do I. Even though Kanya and I are not status bound, but still the appearance of Putra makes us awkward after almost an hour the woman cried in my car. That's what makes me uncomfortable. I can't protest Kanya with the sudden appearance of the Son. While I also have no right to have jealousy if both, ah, that's it.

Of all the stories, I'll never let them get back together. Especially with his sudden appearance and able to expel quickly the joy on Kanya's face. I'd rather not know the fact that Putra is Kanya's older brother. I don't know what kind of relationship is really holding them.

But what makes me feel even more awkward, why is their attitude like a couple who have been separated for a long time? Even Kanya's attitude is so harsh and more obvious if in the past, they have had a serious relationship.

I want to ask Kanya. But the woman was still as much as beside me without intending to tell me anything about the Son. Or maybe what made her cry so bitterly. I didn't dare to tease her apart from gently stroking the woman's back, which I only realized looked thin from the last time we met in my apartment a week ago.

"Sori Mas, I shouldn't have nahan Mas Araz here for so long. Didn't Araz have to go to the office?"

"It's okay, Him. There's no important agenda that I have to work on this morning. You're not yet at work, are you?"

Kanya shook her head in response to my question. The woman had changed her sitting position by attaching her head to the dashboard. Her crying was soft, but I could still hear her even faintly.

"If you need a friend to share, I'm ready to be an ear. Didn't I ever say it before," I said still continue to stroke Kanya's back that curved due to her head resting on the dashboard.

"Sori Mas, I'm so whiny. Thanks, but I'm fine."

"It's not good if you're still crying until you're like this, Kanya. Want some breakfast sandwiches? I'm still keeping some ingredients in your place," I bargained for a pair of trunks by Kanya. "Trus, we want to be here or..."

"Sukkazuki."

"Eh?"

"I want to go to Sukabumi" Kanya said as if not her own wish. But the urge from inside his heart if he wanted to escape.

"Okay, we're leaving."

"Eh?"

Kanya finally straightened her back as I started pulling the gears of the car. Her eyes were all twitching funny while looking at me confusedly. I smile. Even her nature is so adorable. Who is the man who made him so miserable? Even to shed tears.

"You're going to Sukabumi, right? Yes hayuk. Want to go anywhere will be Brother between kok, Neng. Just sit back and give instructions where you should go," I chanted trying to provoke a smile on Kanya's lips. But the young woman was confused when the car started to run.

"Eh, uh, that's not what I mean. I just just said that."

"Unfortunately I can't tell you any more joking or serious. Yes, we walk. It's out, right?" my challeng smelled a smile.

"But I didn't bring anything, Mom. Araz has to work too." Kanya tried to evade. He started to get nervous in the passenger seat.

I secretly smiled at him. At least his attention to the figure of the man who had suddenly appeared in the apartment lobby about an hour ago, had already started to get a little sidetracked.

"Are we seriously going to Sukabumi?"

"Yes, that's the clue."

"Araz's mom doesn't work?"

"It's like that, it can be arranged."

"But I really don't bring anything, Mom."

"All the responsible brothers, Neng. Just be calm. You just need to be quiet and sit sweet. Enjoy travel. Who knows, could throw out the tired. Aye right?" candaku while raising eyebrows. "It looks like if you want to pay Brother mah, Eneng smile is also enough."

"Ish, what the hell is Mas. I know."

Let it be, for now I won't bother you to imagine him, Kanya. But after today, I make sure only Alcatraz will be thought of, I said in my heart.

It was also a determination to carry Kanya in my arms and heal the wound, no matter how severe it was.

***

The tea plantations as far as the eye could see made the tiredness fade a little from my mind. I choose to stop at a village at the foot of Mount Gede which is set against the background of the mountain scenery. While on the right-left side of the road, tea plantations thrive and emit a distinctive aroma mixed with the smell of wet soil after rain. If you see the shoots of tea leaves that are still wet, it is likely that it has rained overnight. It could be before dawn.

Kanya who sat beside me squirms. He fell asleep even before exiting the Jagorawi toll road and letting me drive alone without friends chatting. Perhaps the smell of tea shoots mixed with wet soil awakens his senses that also fall asleep when he closes his eyes. I deliberately opened the window so that fresh air at the foot of these mountains replaced the air AC that began to make me often sore.

"Good morning by noon, Princess is asleep. How, it looks like a good night's sleep during the trip?" godaku while watching Kanya's waking face. "I wonder, why exactly my car seat that can make you sleep well. Just try if it's me, it'll be more soundly yes sleep you."

"So, talk about what it is. Did I go to sleep again, did I?" He asked back and opened his eyes. Sometimes he spreads his gaze to find out where he is now. "Are we really in Sukabumi?"

"Well you still want to go to Sukabumi before we go to the toll road. So yes I brought it here," I replied still watching Kanya's face. I noticed, she combed her disheveled hair with her fingers.

"Why the hell, is there something weird about my face?"

"Beautiful," I said making Kanya's cheeks meet red. He turned his gaze to Mount Gede which was still covered in fog in the distance. "Especially if you smile. Your beauty has increased a thousandfold."

The red tinge became clearer on Kanya's face. He no longer looked at me and threw his face out the window. However, that timid look turned sad. Either way the one that was so fast drew a happy - albeit fleeting - hue from her beautiful face.

"The heart is as deep as a trough that we can't even guess its depth, Mas. If you do not want to fall and get injured, especially not being able to swim, do not try to dive. Because I don't want Mas Araz stuck in the depths of a trough that we don't even know what to find there, either" Kanya said later. It surprised me and I was at a loss for words.

"If I thought the heart was like a prison. Anyone who has entered it, will not be easy to get out. Even when he was found not guilty. Which is more terrifying? Same for me, Kanya. Your choice and mine, are both scary."

Kanya's stifled turn heard my answer. I glanced at him from the tail of my eyes. The woman came back crying before finally looking at me with tears.

"Why would Mas Araz dive into a trough or even bet to go to jail?"

"I told you from the beginning, Kanya. My advice last time wasn't just messing around. I can't say sweet words when I say love, but I'm sure of my desire to marry you.

And I really did say I'd wait. Or about you to think carefully of my invitation. Because I know, the heart that you call the trough holds so many fears that you cannot face alone. Including her presence, right?"

I don't know what gave me that power to surf it was to express my feelings to Kanya. I told you, I'm not the kind of person who falls in love easily. Even my High School friends nicknamed me Aldo aka Alcatraz Dodol also because of my insensitivity to someone's likes.

Even in college, I had no interest in a relationship with any girl. Although I can not deny, I began to get a lot of love statements openly.

Just like Kanya who currently has her own fears, even in the past I thought the same thing. I am afraid to tie my heart to others. While I don't know and keep guessing how much longer my heart can pump blood. How much longer will God give me to get through tomorrow without pain. Later, I will definitely tell you. About the fear of facing death that could come suddenly.

"Me and him have a pretty complicated story Mas," said Kanya breaking the silence between us. I looked towards him. The woman was still looking at me with tears.

"I'm willing to be a good listener if that's what you want" I tried to smile. Although I can already guess in outline the story of Kanya with Putra, if my guess is not wrong. "It hurts more that you're alone Kanya."

Kanya's tears escaped without her being able to control them. From her tiny lips, spewed words that had been held since when. He told her clearly how he felt about the Son. Until this moment. Kanya can not erase the love for the ex-lover who actually became her half-sister.

My body is also shaking. Resisting anger and jealousy mixed into one. However, from this moment on I want to make Kanya mine. Entirely.

I hold the girl's body in my arms. I also want to feel the pain he feels. Pain that he could not share with others and just keep it in the chest. Heaping up made his heart even more hurt.

"If his appearance makes you feel more pain, then let me dive into how deep the trough you call, Kanya. Let me see it firsthand, whatever lives in its depths. Let me also drive away the evil figures that shackle your soul. You deserve to be happy, Kanya," I whispered, not letting go of hugs. Kanya's crying is getting broken. Even his body was stingy withstanding the wound.

"Why Mas Araz, always want me to be with Arez? Who exactly are you guys?"

Kanya's question this time really left me at a loss for words. I could only stand up and keep patting her on the back until she felt better and her crying subsided.