Go home

Calling

Renzana Alcatraz

"Don't go!" pinta Kanya with her eyes closed.

"It's night, Kanya. It could be dangerous if I stay here" I replied though not sure if Kanya heard it or not. However, I once asked her to talk while she was asleep and she smoothly answered all my questions.

"Click, don't go!"

This time Kanya whining coupled with the scene of pulling my hand, to make me fall on the bed. If I can't keep my balance, it'll definitely hit Kanya's body. Fortunately I was quite well trained and used my elbows to support my weight.

"Tomorrow morning I'll be here again. I make warm food that can make your pain subside. Okay." Okay."

Kanya did not answer, but also did not let go of my hand. I smile. Tonight, I saw so many other sides of Kanya's personality that she had never shown. My smile expands. My heart feels warm.

In the end I didn't come home when Kanya was delirious at midnight. Shortly after I moved her to bed. The woman complained several times that her stomach hurt with her eyes closed. He even looked so agitated and uncomfortable in his sleep.

Sometimes I replace the compress on his stomach with new warm water. At once hold it to be right to the center of pain. Although actually I'm not so sure, is it true that the part that I compressed the pain felt by Kanya. The woman even asked me to be quiet as I asked her what part of the pain she was feeling.

Almost 03:00 in the morning, when Kanya fell asleep without complaining or moving restlessly. I fixed the blankets and laid down the body on the living room sofa. My eyes really felt heavy after trying not to get closed.

However, it was not long before I fell asleep, having been awakened by a phone ring that did not come from mine. With my eyes still half closed, I looked for the location of the sound source that disturbed my sleep. His voice came from a bookcase that became the divider of the living room with the kitchen. Kawai Kanya's.

At 04:30 am, my retina caught a clock on the wall of the living room of Kanya's apartment. Who the hell called dawn-body gini? Just disturb people to sleep.

The ring still rings when I find the latest output device from one of the famous brands. However, from all the sophistication of the device, it was the caller who kept me fully awake. A foreign name appears on the screen with the designation My Destiny ♥.

Encouraged by the discomfort that silently disturbed my mind and my heart, I answered a phone I should never have done without Kanya's permission. But I was quite curious about who the owner of the contact name written so special by the woman who is now my girlfriend. Ah, goddamn. I should have asked her to be my wife. Rather than having to feel excessive jealousy just because of a name in the device contact.

"Hello" I replied in the end. After muffling the anger that was secretly burning me.

"Who is this? What's the guy's voice?"

The question from across the street made me even more unable to hold back my anger. He who called Kanya early in the morning, asked who I was when he answered her.

"I should ask who you are, call my wife early in the morning."

Really, I regretted for a moment as that sentence slid from my mouth. Realize that maybe across there is no ordinary person. But someone who knows Kanya.

Suspicion proved. The man nodded when he heard my statement. Could Damar? No, if it was Damar, I would have guessed his voice. Could it... The son? Not likely either. I am familiar with the voice of the Son. Especially after the man with his band became a newcomer artist who is on the rise lately. His voice is often played on radio or national TV. If not, then who bears the name as sweet as it was in Kanya's phone contact?

"Dude, I know it's still too early and you can still dream, but this is more important than I have to ladenin your hallucinations. Where is Kanya?"

"He's still sleeping."

"If it's waking up, I need to talk to him."

"Can I talk to you if it's important. I'll tell you he's up."

"Gosh, it's a wonder I'm the same. Having a boyfriend is equally possessive. Okay, whatever you want. I want to tell you that the Son was in an accident. It is now again being treated at IGD and the condition is quite severe. So, please wake Kanya up because she's the only family near Putra in Jakarta. Thanks." Thanks."

Tuttts... The phone connection was cut off after the figure across there thanked him. Shortly thereafter, a chat of the same name appeared on the screen sending the address of the hospital where the Son was treated.

Then how should I pass it on to Kanya? If every time he met the Son, the woman always dodged?

I thought about it for half an hour. Although still doubtful about Kanya's reaction and feeling upset by a name on the female device's contact, I decided to wake Kanya who was still sleeping curled up like the last time I left her.

I stroked her face which looked calm as she closed her eyes. For some reason, there was a feeling of doubt that quietly plagued my heart. Could it be that Kanya really loved me when she decided to accept my confession? If it is, why is there a special name stored in his phone contacts. Or am I just being too jealous?

"Hey, good morning," I said as Kanya opened her eyes at the touch of her cheek. She smiles. Then pull my hand and make it focus. "You sleepin' well?"

"Yes, even this early I still dreamt of meeting Mas Araz."

The tip of the lip expands. It seems Kanya is not fully aware yet.

"You're no longer a dream, honey. It's really me. You don't remember last night you didn't let me go home?"

Hearing my words, Kanya reflexively woke up and looked at me while opening her eyes. While his hands were busy tidying up the hair ripples that blocked the view. So adorable. Though she still looks beautiful even with messy hair when waking up.

"So Mas Araz was here all night?"

"No, I slept on the living room couch" I said, answering an ambiguous question.

"Oh..."

"Well, oh yeah? No word or kiss good morning?" my God made Kanya's cheeks meet. That girl, it's easy to blush. While with anxiety I pinched the tip of his nose. "Go take a shower, I want dawn. There's something I want to say after that."

"What?"

"Later on. Let's both be calm. Not too emotional or rushed," I said as I patted Kanya's head. In fact, it was I who was not prepared to tell Kanya the truth. More precisely I was afraid to see Kanya's reaction when I heard the news that Putra had an accident.

***

After Fajr, Kanya is neat with a knee-length dress made from a gray T-shirt that looks casual. While fragrant soap mixed with shampoo out of his body every time he moved. His face looks fresh even without makeup polish. Only a thin pink lipstick adorned her lips. He was busy making toast and two glasses of vanilla milk that were seen still billowing at the dinner table.

"Sori, I'm not Mas Araz's cook, but if it's toast, don't worry. I can make a good one. There is chocolate jam. Araz ate chocolate, right?"

"I ate everything. Eat you too if approved," my god again makes Kanya blush. Really seeing him so shy makes me anxious and eager to pinch his cheek every time Kanya's cheek meets.

"So, what did Mas Araz say?" kanya asked as she held out a plate of toast in front of me. The smell looks delicious.

"Sori earlier, I picked up your phone from someone who..." I hesitated to continue my sentence. "His contact name is My Destiny." Kanya's chewing motion stopped when she heard my words. However, he did not say anything until I continued my sentence. "She said that Putra had an accident and is still being treated in the hospital."

"Son? Now which hospital is he in? Why did Mas Araz just say right now if it turns out that it wants to be delivered as important as this?"

Kanya's reaction, which was beyond my shadow, surprised me. I never thought she would panic when I heard the news that Son was in an accident. In my shadow, Kanya would curse that man and would not care at all. However, his reaction was exactly the opposite of what I imagined. Did I pass something when I wasn't with Kanya?

"Mas, how come it was? Which hospital is your son admitted to?"

"I'm taking!" I said firmly while putting down the new toast as bitten as I ate. My appetite is gone. And there was something secretly burning my heart.