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Things That Angry Me

Renjana Kanya's

The ringing of the phone broke the silence between us after discussing many things about me, about the Son. The name of Arlan's contact I finally decided to change appeared on the screen. Araz gave me a sign to get a call from the Nada Sumbang keyboardist.

"Hello, where are you?" arlan's voice sounded panicked as soon as the phone connection was connected.

"It's in the park, how's Lan?"

"The son was already human, but the impact on his head was quite hard and made ...."

Before Arlan could finish his sentence, I disconnected the phone. I can guess what happened to the Son. The man must have been traumatized by the violence he had experienced. It was not easy to make him immediately forget about what he had just seen if it was related to violence. Especially if he experienced the incident.

I rushed to the room where the Son was being treated, followed by Araz. The man also didn't let my hand go as long as we were agitated waiting for the elevator to somehow feel so slow.

Ting ....

As soon as the elevator door opened, I ran back. The son was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed when I arrived. Even so, I knew he wasn't really asleep, because I heard he was whimpering. His body trembled and moved uneasily. While Arlan and Vika seem to stand clumsily accompanied by a doctor with two nurses who were checking on the state of the Son. One of them almost injected fluid into the man's body, before I could prevent it.

"Dok, let me try it first. Later, if he doesn't calm down, I'll call the Doctor," I said, making the middle-aged man in the snelli suit stare doubtfully at me. I know better the situation of the Son. Brother Noah - Putra's cousin, also often advised not to always give the Son a sedative if it is not really severe. "Trust me, Doc."

"Alright, immediately call the nurse to inject a sedative if Brother Son has not improved his condition."

"Okay Doc, thank you" I said as I walked towards the Son and clasped the man's hand. I drew my face closer and whispered in the Son's ear. "Hey, wake up. Relax, you are okay. Open your eyes, Son."

My son reacted to my voice. Although his body was still trembling, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the surroundings. When our gazes met, he hugged me tightly. Fear still lingered in his eyes.

"I'm scared, that guy hit me. I'm afraid, Anya," he whined like a child while continuing to hug my body.

"Udah, you're safe now. He's not here" I said calmly. While my hands were endlessly caressing the Son's hair.

For a moment, I glanced at Araz who was standing at the end of the bed. Despite the denial, I could see pent-up anger in both of his eyes.

***

"You guys are being?"

The question was thrown from the lips of the Son when his condition began to improve. He sat leaning against the bed that Arlan had already half-enforced before. While the bandmates of the Son, drove Vika home at my request. Although the woman initially refused on the grounds of feeling guilty to the Son.

"From that, can you explain what this all means?" I said back to ask while pointing at the bruises on some of the open parts of the Son's body. The man only pulled the tip of his lips at a glance.

"Cie, are you still worried?" seduce the Son while blinking one eye.

"Yes according to lo? How do you try not to worry if you know your condition like this? What kind of adek I if to see his brother beaten people. How can you even get to kayak gini? Want to test the power? Just fought with Araz already relapsed like aman, this again, until hospital."

"Wait, how did you know I relapsed after the same fight, Araz?" ask the Son full search. Though I asked the people in his house not to tell me if I came that night, but instead I myself dismantled it.

"You think?"

"Yes, who else would be so frightened and panicked whenever you see you're sick if not, Om Eka."

"And you. Thanks, I want to care about me back. Although with a different status, only you can be a place to anchor all fret. You're still where I come home, my God."

Hearing the Son's words, it no longer made me feel burdened or feel the turmoil of anger that I had felt after our separation. Now everything feels ordinary. Just a different sense of comfort. Comfortable because there are people who make me a place to go home. Not as a couple, but emm .. may be a place to lean tired that need not be defined with clarity of status.

"Later you will also definitely meet the same place you go home. Vika maybe?" godaku made the Son's face look grim.

"No, it's not like that, Him. He's the same I have similarities. His mother remarried and his stepfather only liked to drink, and to play rough. I feel like we have something in common in this, which is why I care about him."

"By sacrificing your body as the target of his father?"

"He asked for my help, My God. How can I refuse if I remember the condition I used to be and no one is hollow. Obviously I wouldn't do that. Let him alone pass through the problem at hand."

"Certainly? There's Arlan, there's others too. Why did he ask you to help?"

My tone raised as I recalled how reckless Vika was involving her artist in personal matters. Fortunately news of Vika's parents beating on Putra did not appear on the surface. Maybe the management of the production house where Nada Sumbang bernaung has done something so as not to cause a scandal. Even so, since the morning my anxiety was getting piled up and unceasingly looking at the news channel, ascertaining whether there was news about the Son or Vika.

"I never saw her face hurt by her father's beating. So I ask him if the same thing happens do not need to ask for help. I also didn't know that it would turn out to be like this."

"Ck, this is, pretentious to be a hero, but do not see how the condition of yourself. What if it's a gini?"

"If it's already gini means you can rest dong. Do you think you are tired of working every day? For whom it is not yet clear," said Putra while arranging a pile of pillows on his back to make it feel more comfortable. "Btw, how's that story you guys got? Did you really move on?"

"Don't you think I still wish you were?"

The son's laughter broke. Although again grimacing withstanding pain due to wounds that have not dried.

"Him, don't tell Papa yes. I'm okay anyway. It'll be a long matter if Papa finds out about this."

"Gue also has no intention of telling the hell."

"Hey, I'm sorry Papa. I know it's hard for you, but .. don't they deserve to be happy too?"

My cynical smile heard the Son's statement which sounded more like a question. The man looked at me who chose to observe the fall of the water from the drip. I avoided her gaze for the sake of not wanting to show if there was still anger stored up for them.

"It's still not easy, am I sorry?" ask the Son when I stay silent longer.

"Let's see, their things are different from ours. Duh, I can't think of it," I'd rather avoid the man's question. How can I forgive them so easily?

Huufftt .. before the anger really took hold of me, I told Son to look for Araz. Almost had lunch and the man had not swallowed a single bite of food. I don't want to make her sick from my negligence to take her out to eat.

"Yes, ajakin' here when you finish eating. Anyway he will be my sister" said the sok fierce son. I only replied with a cynical look and then moved from the seat beside the Son. While the man just chuckled also whimpered simultaneously.