In Her Eyes, That Girl Is An Angel
Prologue [Part 2]
At that moment, in the front seat of her nursery, I sat pensively. I realized, it wasn't about their love story until Big Brother asked me out. It's about something else. About something that you asked and expected from the girl but she did not grant it. Something like that, but what? What exactly happened to their departure that day, until they - both Big Brother and the girl - looked strange, felt different? I closed my eyes, what was the matter with their behavior?
...[.It was the first thing that no matter how many times I thought about it, I got no answer. No matter how many times I think about it, I don't understand why]...
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The following days, 18th and 19th, passed as usual. Morning to noon we were in the lab, busy with new projects. In the afternoon Brother will meet the girl; work, discuss, talk what it is. All I know, Big Brother often noticed her silently without the girl noticing, asked about her, asked her news, then smiled a little after hearing about the girl.
What I often think about is, why didn't Brother ask the alien girl himself?! They meet almost every day. Was he ashamed to let my best friend know that he loved her so much? Or does his pride make him not want to admit that a man seems to fall in front of a girl?
Though I knew he loved Aisyah from a long time ago, even Mama and Papa knew about it.
Today, October 20th, something happened again that was not as usual. It may not be strange, but I wanted to write it because to me it looked so sweet. It's actually a bad thing, but Big Brother's attention to her and their interaction made me think it was very sweet, as well as awkward.
At the end of work, the girl looked weak again, her face a little pale. It looks like he's back to tired. He came out for a moment. Because we were making great progress on the project, we didn't pay much attention to it, but now that I think about it, he seemed to be in a hurry, like some sort of sudden business, time-trapped. But it shouldn't be a strange thing for someone as busy as him, right? Am I thinking too much?
But the girl was out for two hours, not coming back until we turned off the machines, started getting ready to go home. We were even a little surprised when we saw him back. Because he was out for so long, it looked like he had gone home. Her outer clothes were already worn, her body was already fully covered. But it seemed that he had indeed come back just to pick up his bag, because after that, he went straight out again - after apologizing for his absence of these two hours.
Actually some of us - including me - weren't planning on going home today. As always, great progress in the project made us enthusiastic and opt for overnight overtime. But at that time, I was so worried about her condition, especially since she had been in the Hospital a few days ago. I think he was exhausted like that.
I apologized to them because I didn't go to work. There was something I had to finish, as well as accompany him home. Whether it's major progress on the project or even the success of the project itself, I don't care anymore. Of course Aisyah is more important, she's my best friend. No, he is not only a friend to me, but also a person I admire very much. Someone who means a lot to me. Someone I owe a lot to him.
Fortunately, I was still chasing him - to be surprised to see him stop. I almost hit his back. Before I asked him why he suddenly stopped, my eyes had already caught the figure of the man standing across from us.
Hey, I was even more surprised than him when I realized that my brother was there. From Big Brother's expression and Aisyah's surprised response back then, I know that they didn't make a pact to meet, it was purely Big Brother's plan.
Big brother gestured with his hand, telling us to get into the car. At first the girl did not want to, saying that her brother would pick her up any minute. But he finally complied as Brother confirmed his sentence. Seven minutes drive, while driving Brother several times turned his head to the side, towards the girl - who was leaning against the glass. Then asked me why I could be outside with Aisyah, why I was chasing after her.
I paused for a moment as Brother asked, thinking what Brother should know. And finally decided to answer. Tells me that two hours ago he looked limp, his face pale, then rushed outside, so I was worried and intended to accompany him home.
Not yet have I decided whether to tell Brother 'that his wife is out and only returned after two hours' or not, Brother has turned his head back to the side, staring at the girl. "I thought it was just my middle of nowhere hunch that told me to come, but was my hunch right, you came back?"
Without being asked or asked, I nodded my head quickly. Of course that's what should be done at such a time right? Obviously he got sick again like three days ago. The one asked remained silent, not saying a word. After I think about it now, he was indeed a little quiet today.
Brother stopped the car, in front of us a red light was on. He turned his head to the side, facing Aisha, "Is anyone sick? Where do you feel pain?" His voice at that moment sounded worried, making me want to quickly gossip with Mama. Actually it was also my question, therefore I also stared fixedly at the girl, waiting for her answer. And he nodded slowly in response.
Who actually believed him that he was not sick. Obviously he was not well at the time, I'm sure. Where has he ever shaken so weakly?!
But Brother just kept quiet, did not argue in the slightest, returned to drive the car as soon as the traffic light changed color.Different from me who doubted the answer, back to look at him fixed, back to throw the same question, "Are you really okay?" And of course he nodded, which to me was his weak nod, again was proof that he was not well.
Brother told Aisyah that it seemed like she should be at our house first this afternoon. Because his family already knew that he was going home late these days because of our new project, so if he came home at an hour like this, his family would wonder what was wrong with him. It seems like you don't want your family to know that you're exhausted lately, you don't want them to worry.
The girl nodded. Of course he agreed. He's the kind of person who doesn't like to make other people worry about him. Prefer to keep his wounds and suffering alone. We got out of the car after he nodded in agreement. Brother hinted at our driver to get the car into the garage - making me even more convinced that he was so worried that he parked the car just like that at the door.
The sister called Mama as soon as she entered the house and realized that there was no one inside, asking where Mama was now. He paused for a moment, then paused and closed the call. No need to hard guess, I could immediately know at that time that Mama was still out of town with Papa. Maybe it was on its way home.
He laughed as soon as he realized that I was still following them. Swiped my head, saying that my best friend was fine by his side. Told me to go back to my room. The girl nodded in agreement, I'm fine.
I'm very upset. Look at them, leaving me alone. But somehow, at that time I was very worried. Or maybe it was just an excuse that my heart made in order to follow them silently.
I followed them into the backyard without a sound, finding them standing face to face at the end of the park. He took the girl's hand. At first he held his hand, but he lost strongly - he was ill.
And I was surprised. Just as surprised as Big Brother or even more. Even though I was away from them, my eyes were sharp enough to see from my fingernails that my best friend was dripping blood. I almost showed myself at the time so surprised.
The girl opened her veil, it was already inside the house and there was no other man here. Her pretty face looks pale. I saw Brother talking, like he was nagging. Maybe he was nagging about how much the girl was letting herself get so exhausted that blood came out like that. He continued to talk, talk and talk. Shouldn't he just take Aisyah straight to the Hospital or call our personal Doctor?!
I really don't understand how Big Brother thinks. He really spoke for a long time. Do you believe that I even counted it? If one day I let you read this book, brother, then know that you kept talking for two minutes and thirteen seconds!!!
Just as he was silent, the girl finally said something. Brother was made silent because of it. A moment later, the girl shook her head slowly, her eyes glazed over. He spoke for a while, still with a pale face, his tears began to drip. And Brother just fell silent, lowered his head. Once twice to clear the word. What's up again?
...[.This is the second thing that no matter how many times I think about it, thinking about the cause that makes you just fall silent and he cries, I don't understand. Which no matter how many times I thought about it, I had no idea at all, which direction you were talking about at that time]...
An hour later, Mom and Dad arrived. Mama ran over happily, hugging the girl. Nagging about the girl finally coming, after a long time of forgetting about her. I'm always happy when the three of us get together. It's like we're two brothers, chatting with Mama. Feelings like I have a sister, like Mama has two daughters.
Papa laughed a little at them. Only me and my brother remained silent. Brother who was silent for some reason - it had been so for a while, and I who was silent watched Big Brother, paying attention to my best friend, again thought about the direction of their previous conversation.
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I. If I may express my heart at that time, it feels like I want to sue them to tell me. Is this something related to their love, or about their corporate cooperation, or has nothing to do with it at all? Deep down, I was worried about them, my brother and my best friend.
Little book.wait a minute. I'll go back to tell you their story. You're curious like me, aren't you? Yes, this is not a novel that if we are curious at the end of the story, we can open the last sheet, peek at the ending - that's what I always wanted to do when reading the novels of my best friend's girl, because he always makes me curious - but this is life, which to know the end, we must wait.
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