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Renjana Kanya's

"Son, what are you doing here? How do you know I live here?"

For a moment I was stunned when I found the figure of the Son standing in front of me. What the hell is he doing here? Why would he know the address of my apartment after a long time of hiding? Did Almira tell my address to the Son? No, my best friend cannot betray me. Or did Om Eka tell you where I live?

I know, the man who had become the husband of that mother, secretly sent people to watch over me. Even though they have never been seen wandering around me, after I threatened they would report it to the police. With the firmness of the man who will never be able to replace the father in my heart, that I feel uncomfortable that my life is being watched at all times for 24 hours. He had also promised not to tell Son anything related to me for two years since I decided to leave.

No, that man can't break a promise. He watches me for his own sake. Not for the sake of a boy. So there's no way he's leaking to the Son where I live.

"It's not important I know who you live here from, but what the hell is this? Do you even live like that guy?"

My chest is getting painful. First, due to his sudden appearance. Second, he even yelled and accused me without thinking first whether his words hurt my feelings or not. Still hasn't changed. He always put forward his assumptions rather than listening to other people's explanations first.

"If you do what? I ask now, what does it have to do with you, where do I want to live and who, what do you care?" my words are stirred with anger.

"Obviously I care about you! Because lo..."

The sentence of the Son is broken. He was confused to find the right word before I cornered him with a short question, but full of affirmation if I still held grudges and anger. Both in the past and now.

"What, I what?"

"Because you're my sister. I also have a responsibility for your association and safety, Kanya. From now on," the voice of the Son began to humble itself as he said that sentence.

"Unfortunately, I don't need a brother like lo. I've been quite happy living without parents, let alone siblings," I said smiling sarcastically before turning around to leave her.

Again, I ran away like a coward. I knew my problems with my Son would never be solved if I continued like this. However, how I can deal with it if I see his face alone has made me tormented. Painful flashes as if they were being forcefully rotated in my memories. If it were so, even though I tried my hardest I would still not be able to.

My tears could no longer be contained when I decided to leave the Son and invite Araz to leave the apartment lobby immediately. Lucky Araz quick response. The invisible son was chasing me. Even so, the wound that had not healed yet even two years had passed, still left behind an indiscretion.

***

My sobs have not fully subsided. There was still a feeling of pain crashing behind my bones. It's just that I feel awkward with Araz sitting quietly beside me without commenting while continuing to pat my back. As if giving strength as well as flexibility so that I can release the tightness that squeezes.

The man didn't even mention anything and just stared quietly at the quiet basement. It is time for apartment dwellers to do activities outside the house. Therefore, the basement which is usually crowded, has begun to be quiet. Sometimes there are still cars owned by building residents who come out.

After mastering my breath, I glanced at Araz who was still patting my back gently. His wide hands were warm from behind the cardigan-lined sweatshirt I was wearing.

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

"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?"

I nodded in response to his question. I put my head on the dashboard of Araz's car. My problem broke again, though not as hard as before.

"If you need a friend to share, I'm ready to be an ear. Didn't I ever say that before."

I'm honestly embarrassed. How many times has the man always been involved in my quarrel with the Son. In fact, he once fought with the Son to protect me. He saw me many times crying because of the same person.

"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" Araz bargained for a headband. "Trus, we want to be here or..."

"Sukkazuki."

"Eh?"

"I'm going to Sukabumi" I said as I spoke. I was too tired to respond to the events that had just happened. No, actually I just wanted to escape.

"Okay, we're leaving."

"Eh?"

I straightened my back when Araz started pulling the gears of the car. My eyes that were still swollen in disbelief while looking at him in confusion. He just smiled. Whether this man has gone mad, can easily grant my request which is just a mere joke.

"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."

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

Now it was me who was confused to respond to Araz's serious invitation. The man actually drove the car out of Jakarta.

"Unfortunately I can't tell you any more joking or serious. Yes, we walk. It's out, right?" challenge him while smiling. Making his narrow eyes disappear as he pulled the edges of his lips.

"But I didn't bring anything, Mom. Araz has to work too." I'm still trying to dodge. It's not good to let Araz follow my wishes. "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?" said Araz witty while raising eyebrows. "It looks like if you want to pay Brother mah, Eneng smile is also enough."

"Ish, what the hell is Mas. Geli knows," I said in response to Araz's play. The man laughed at the sight of my sullen face holding back his annoyance.

Even so, in my heart I felt grateful because Araz was beside me. If it wasn't for that guy, maybe I was crouching in my room and spilling all my fatigue into silence.