Langinese. Me, You, and a Wound

Is the Heart Really Dead?

"Enough, Dad! This is not the fault of Naqi. I, I'm wrong."

Najiha held her father's hand. She even bravely stood in the middle of her husband and Mr. Abyan .

His tears flowed profusely followed by Mr. Abyan's gaze which instead led to Lian. His gaze hinted at guilt, but Lian only smiled wryly. Obviously, he didn't like that look!

"Mr should rest. You too, Ji. Take Uncle home."

Lian followed his words by leading Mr. Abyan inside, but Naqi first held back.

"You don't want to take me? Lots of things to say, especially—"

"Bad! You still dare to play Lian, huh?"

Mr. Abyan is back. His face turned red, his hands even pulled back Naqi's collar. Lian suddenly held Mr. Abyan's hand and asked the man to let go.

"Let me take them, sir. You better take a break" he replied with a smile. All eyes reflex buying is not suspecting. Even Grandpa Hakam had held back his grandson's steps.

"Tomorrow I'm here again, Cake." Just that remark, and Lian was already holding both of Naqi's shoulders out. Najiha herself just trailed behind him with mixed feelings.

They were silent all the way. Not caring for the question of the driver who was astonished because of the wound on Naqi's face. A few people in the angkot were until they secretly glanced. But they were quite silent, only Najiha who did not stop crying while holding Naqi's face.

"I'm fine!"

Naqi brushed off Najiha's hand, glancing at Lian who was busy fiddling with her phone. Precisely maybe just pretend, because in fact Lian can feel something back to block his chest, pain and even followed by a sense of heat for not willingly?

Huh, what kind of joke is that? Lian suddenly smiled wryly. There was no connection whatsoever between them, and even if there was, wasn't that feeling long dead? He simply closed his eyes, choosing to listen to the murottal of the Qur'an from the earphon tucked in the earlobe.

Once there, Lian was about to give the fare, but Mr. Driver refused and said Naqi and Najiha had already paid the fare. Lian only followed the two who now entered a small alley with the position of Najiha memapah Naqi body.

There is a small boarding house at the end of the alley, exactly maybe just a simple stacking house and apparently two little friends live there, precisely in unit five. Some residents who passed by them immediately greeted, some also asked about Naqi's face, but the man only cried a smile, saying it was okay.

He invites Lian to enter, but Lian immediately refuses, choosing to return the fare before leaving.

"Almost go first, Li. It's almost isyak too. All praying isyak here, it is not good to procrastinate."

Naqi tried to restrain. Lian's step was just one meter in front of the door. The man answered without turning around.

"I pray after I get home, thank you."

Then he straightened the steps again.

"Who can guarantee?"

This time Naqi even approached, faced off and looked at Lian's face. The man took a breath, holding back the heat of his chest—which was no longer enough to appear as if there was nothing.

"No one can guarantee anything about someone's time, Li. Shoving prayers is better."

Lian immediately turned around, to the bathroom and immediately followed Naqi's advice. He knew there was no point in arguing with Naqi. Naqi had always been a reason to make him have no reason to refute.

He said goodbye again after praying, but Naqi first said,

"Jiha cook your favorite, Li. Wait and we eat together later."

"Thank you, but I have to go home."

"You don't want to appreciate the cooking?"

Lian stopped, closing her eyes. Trying to hold back emotions. What exactly is this man? Why does he like to test his patience?

Without saying anything, he turned around and entered again. A smile was caught on Naqi's lips.

That question reflexively held Lian's new pace a step ahead of Naqi. He looked at Naqi who was no less looking at him.

"Of course, he's my little friend," he replied after displaying a faint smile, trying to relax.

"Once upon a time the person you loved as a woman, right?"

Lian buy. Not expecting Naqi's words, but again he tried to show a smile.

"He's just a friend, nothing more!"

"Then why avoid us after that?"

That incident? Lian laughed offingly.

"I don't know what Uncle means, but it looks like—"

"Jiha always cries."

Then what's the problem? Why would you tell him that?

"He feels guilty, especially you."

"I never blame her, and it's your job, aren't you her husband?"

Lian pressed down on the husband's words, Naqi let out a wry laugh. She believes Lian still loves Najiha.

"Maintaining is not only the duty of the husband, but more for those who love, and is not status no more important than love itself?"

Lian was speechless, Naqi's words were touching her. They stared for a while until Najiha's invitation diverted him. The woman appeared at the side of the door with somewhat hasty steps.

"Thank you, Ji, but I'm—"

"Come, Li. Your stomach just sounded, you must be a laper."

Naqi clasped Lian's shoulders, leading in as if she had received no rejection. His smile relaxed again. Lian had no idea what Naqi was thinking. Although upset he chose to come along, sitting down and eating though again having to endure the heat when Jiha so attentively led Naqi to take medicine.

Naqi had a wet lung disease in the past, and Lian felt that she did not need much to be real even though she did not feel anxious when the man coughed.

He was fitting to eat.

"Good, Ji, Uncle. Keep health. I'm leaving, Asslamualaikum."

He turned his back without waiting for the approval of the two. His body accidentally hit the veiled girl who was walking from the opposite direction. The crackle in the girl's hand fell down and scattered.

Lian hurriedly helped and picked up the contents which turned out to be medicine for some reason.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he said, prodding the girl.

His eyes bought in shock when he saw the person in front of him. a line of tired face that tempo then insulted Key? The girl herself seemed to be unexpected when she looked at Lian. They looked at him for a while.

"Eh, Madam Qisti, just came from shopping, anyway?"

Until Najiha who asked with a friendly smile. But the one asked only responded with a glance for a moment and then left. Lian watched the girl's body until it disappeared from their sight. The room was right next to Najiha.

"It's always like that, is it because I'm a new resident?" Najiha asked herself, and Lian chose to pretend she didn't care about continuing.

There are still people here who remember the humiliation of the time in the mosque? Yup, all will be answered once you get to know Qisti.