Merely Protector

Chapters 11. People's Party

Folk parties are festive events that are always held every year. Many people gathered, both residents and visitors from outside the area. So did Angga and Silvi who had prepared to go there. On foot, the woman pushed her husband's wheelchair towards the village square, the center of the event.

"Sorry, never bring you control" Silvi said.

"It's okay."

During this time, Angga never exercised control, only once when three days out of the hospital. He was aware of the financial condition of the small family, just eat mediocre. The man was very grateful that they were willing to take care of him and take care of him.

"You haven't called my name in years. Why?" Angga looked back, waiting for an answer from the woman pushing her wheelchair.

The new goose is aware of this. All this time he was too preoccupied with thinking of ways to regain his memories.

Silvi smiled as she continued to push the Angga wheelchair. His heart was racing at the thought of that. The man is the second person who was able to tear his heart down after the son of RT sir.

"Why silence?"

Angga looked back to the front after not getting an answer, a long sigh rang out, easing a bit of disappointment. A feeling of guilt lingered in the heart, reminiscing about the events of that time. Perhaps Silvi still could not accept with their marriage.

"Are you sure you won't call my name because of that?" Angga continued to urge the woman to tell him the reason.

"Bu-not so. Just ...." Silvi lowered her head, unable to continue her words.

It's too much for him to say an honest word, maybe it's a shame. For now he will keep it to himself.

Along the way already looks crowded with impromptu sellers, both food and beverage sellers. Silvi turned her head left-right, trying to find something to divert the conversation. This kind of atmosphere really cornered him.

"There's grilled corn. Ka ... Ma-Mas wants?"

Silvi tries to change the call for Angga. She did not want her husband to continue to talk about the problem again. At least, the call is not as heavy as mentioning the name.

Now Angga who was fixated, did not know why Silvi's voice managed to urge the heart. His breathing was able to stiffen his chest so that the air had difficulty penetrating into his lungs, even though he knew that the woman was trying to avoid his question. The word that was just caught by the ear shifted focus because for the first time he heard people calling with such a designation. It felt strange, but the man really liked it. A smile just got away.

"Ka ... Would you?" Silvie repeated the question. The woman also still felt awkward with that word.

Angga shook his head, fading the taste inside his chest. Rejection is done because it feels that it is not him. The man had never felt such a thing, either now or before forgetting his memories. He's very sure.

"Nobody wants to, huh?" Silvi tried to smile even though she felt a little bad. "Okay, let's find another one."

"No! Bakar jangung aja. I've never tried, I think it's good."

Silvi immediately headed for the corn seller. Smoke billowed, filling the surrounding area. The woman slightly dodged as the wind carried a white object towards her.

Seeing Silvi swarming with smoke, Angga spontaneously pulled the woman's body. The feeling of protection instantly appeared, not wanting to see someone get hurt. I don't know if it's a normal feeling for everyone or not.

"You're okay, right?"

Silvi could only hear the question without being able to answer. The mouth feels locked by the beating heart. Maybe the pounding was able to be heard by Angga because now the man's ears are parallel to his chest.

"Zinc!" Angga reached out to wipe away Silvi's tears.

Only a few moments when Angga's hand touched the cheek, Silvi immediately dodged, aware that he was now in the crowd. He did not want to be the center of attention where the turah lambe was scattered. Surely the hot news can quickly spread, faster than the 4G signal.

"Who's the whiny one?"

Silvi sulks, lips have advanced several mili. He did not accept the words of Angga. Nevertheless, his heart was very happy. For the first time the man let out a joke after a long time in silence.

Instead of answering Silvi's question, Angga repeated the word several times. The little pinch he finally got on the right arm. There was no anger even a little over Silvi's treatment. The man laughed, but his expression was still flat to keep his authority.

Angga stopped his laughter, at once the atmosphere between them was silent. Each one stared at each other, a few seconds later throwing his face away. They never did a scene like that.

"It's the jagunggnya, nok."

The sound of the grilled corn merchant resuscitated Silvi. "Oh, yes, sir." He took a plastic bag and paid for it.

"Let's find a place to eat this" Silvi said.

The woman pushed Angga's wheelchair after getting the nod. They were looking for a spot right on the side of the field where the people's party was taking place. For now it has not been started because the two people came early to avoid crammed when heading there.

Large trunked tree with branches running to the side. The leaves are able to shade the people who shelter under it. Silvi sat on the slightly sticking large root and Angga was beside her.

"Lezat also turns corn to grilled." The dog bit the corn in his hand.

Silvi was astonished by Angga's statement, what kind of person has never eaten grilled corn in his life? Isn't that food everywhere? In fact, almost in every room.

"Who are you really?" Silvi looked at Angga with a confused face. His voice also slightly murmured, doubtful of his own question.

Angga sighed. "If I remember, maybe I'm not here" he said, looking at the woman.

"true." Silvi lowered her head, a feeling of sadness instantly enveloped the heart. Angga really did not think of the words that were issued so that it was so painful to stab the heart.

"Why you?" Angga frowned, astonished at Silvi who was suddenly sad. He felt that there was nothing wrong with his words, all would have been so if not amnesia.

Silvi let out a long sigh, then shook her head. He tried to smile at Angga, showing that he was okay. His gaze was forward, watching the people who were starting to get busy in the middle of the field.

"The way is to start, huh!"

Angga followed Silvi's point of view, watching some people still busy with mountains and others make their own makeup. There are always those who enliven by wearing various costumes, from ghosts to superheroes. All the people are very enthusiastic.

At that moment, across the field there was someone who stole the attention of Angga. He looked, trying to find out. The man finally got an answer.

"Come, we're home!"

Seriate.