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Complicated Bonding

Renzana Alcatraz

Kanya was really so panicked as she walked down the hospital corridor to IGD. He even revealed one by one the curtains in the IGD room that separated each patient to find the Son. Even though I prevented him, he was stubborn. While I was heading to the reception desk to ask where Putra was being handled, Kanya was still frantically looking for the man. Until a nun approached him and asked for Kanya's needs. Just when I got the information on where the Son's room was being treated.

"The son has been moved to the ward. Come on."

Without rebutting, Kanya followed my steps towards the VIP treatment room that was familiar to me. Because it was in this hospital that I spent half my life every time, every time. Yes, the hospital belongs to the Arez family. And now I'm back with a different purpose. Although my heart beats fast without being able to control it. Leave pain and tightness that are not the same.

We turned right before finally arriving at the VIP room that was lined up on the third floor. The nurse at the reception desk said Putra was being treated in room 315. The room was never meant for just anyone. Except for patients who have a family relationship with the owner of the hospital or important figures of this country. The same room that Arez always occupied when he was admitted to this hospital.

Maybe it's just a coincidence, but somehow I feel like all the events are tied together. And it makes me uncomfortable. Especially when you realize that the relationship between Son and Arez was never good from the beginning. Especially now that Kanya's position has become my girlfriend. Although Putra and Kanya are already bound as brothers, still the fact they were once a couple is inevitable.

I hesitated to knock on the door. However, before he could touch the handle Kanya had pushed until the door opened. The woman hunted the bed where the Son lay weakly with bandages on some parts of his body. While a man - probably of Kanya's age - and a younger woman, immediately got up from the chair when Kanya arrived. The woman's face was mixed between panic, worry and anger.

"This how can it be like this? Lan, who the hell is she fighting?"

Kanya's question doesn't make me understand the situation. Obviously someone who called me said that Putra had an accident, but why did Kanya call it a fight? Ah, of course the meaning of the accident here is not a fistfight between vehicles. Baku hit a fellow human also arguably an accident. However, realizing the fact that Kanya can distinguish the two things in one look makes me not accept. I really can't accept the fact that Kanya still cares so much about the Son. Again there was a throbbing pain in my chest.

While Kanya was demanding to answer for Putra's condition, a woman standing on the left side of the man's bed looked pale. His body trembled as Kanya asked the other man called Lan. Maybe he's Arlan, keyboardist Nada Sumbang. I told you, no, the son and the band are becoming up-and-coming newcomers. Even though I never saw their faces, I several times heard the performance and interview with Nada Sumbang on local radio.

"Gue can be clear, you calm down first."

"Where can he calm down, bruised all his gini? How do you hide this from the media?"

"See, plis. I heard my explanation first" said the man, touching Kanya's shoulder. He led Kanya to sit on the sofa of the hospital room not far from where I was standing. Again the strange pulse behind my ribs made me feel very uncomfortable. "Him, you don't mind if..."

"It's okay," Kanya insisted as Arlan glanced at me. I don't know what that guy meant.

"Lo inget Vika?" arlan asked, making Kanya look towards the other woman in the room. "Son nolongin Vika from his drunken father. That guy likes to hit and..."

Without waiting for Arlan's further explanation, Kanya approached the woman who was now standing trembling. His taller body stood up to challenge a person named Vika whom Arlan meant. Kanya no longer even cares when Arlan prevents her from doing harm.

"So you're the one who made Putra battered like gini? Lo manager Nada Sumbang 'kan, you should know how to keep your artist's valuable assets," Amuk Kanya is unable to control her emotions. In fact, during knowing Kanya the last few months, the woman was among those who were able to control themselves well.

"Sorry Mommy, I..."

"Him, stop," said Arlan preventing Kanya from acting excessively.

"Why should you stop? He's already lukain his artist. He should be able to differ where personal affairs are equal to business affairs. How the hell are you, why can't you prevent Putra for business like this? You know how the Son is, Lan."

"Sori, I've been prevented, but you know for yourself 'how's the son?"

"Trus if I'm sure who wants responsibility?"

Feeling Kanya's emotions getting peaked and uncontrollable even by Arlan though, I approached the woman and stroked her shoulders slowly. The Son needs peace to rest.

"Him, plis. Let's get some fresh air first yuk."

"No, this has to be resolved immediately."

"So, this is a hospital. What son can rest if you make a fuss here," I said in the end making the woman melt. Holding her hand, I took Kanya to the hospital garden to find cooler air.

***

A soft sobbing was still heard despite almost half an hour we were sitting on the cement bench of the hospital garden. The morning sun is getting higher and making the atmosphere warm. However, not for Kanya who still cried. I don't know what the woman thought. He just sobbed and ignored all the attention I gave him. Starting from holding out bottled mineral water to handkerchiefs to remove her tears.

"He, if it is too much to bear alone, I am ready to be your listener. Where you share. I used to say that, right?"

Kanya wiped her tears and looked at me with a puffy face. Although forced a smile expands on his lips. It doesn't make me feel at all relieved. For I know there is a wound that the woman has secretly kept.

"Don't say it's okay, plis. You also need to admit that you are not okay. Okay?"

"False, Mas. I am not okay. I have promised myself that I will not make the Son feel hurt or whatever it is that makes him uncomfortable. The son has a trauma that can make his condition worse. Maybe what looks painful is just physical, but the inner man is so fragile. Especially when it comes to violence. It could be that the thing he saw evoked pain that had never really healed. Hence, I was shocked when I found out that he was battered by being beaten up by people."

Without much comment, I was only able to stroke Kanya's back to give her strength and comfort. I don't know how to react to hearing Kanya's story. Realizing the fact that the woman I love still cares so much about the man who was once her lover.

Yes, maybe their relationship is currently limited to stepbrothers, but still can not eliminate the pain that is quietly struggling in the chest. Even though I should have realized, I can't let it grow more rampant.