Not Ordinary Slant

Twelve

Gya, who is already beautiful in her nightgown, is forced to change her costume to accompany Rafish to the Hospital. I don't know what pain the neighbor was in.

Gya's footsteps stopped when he saw Rafish waiting for him in a black Toyota Agya. Gya's forehead is contorted.

"Whose car? Which motor are you?"

"Hat habit, deh, if it's rumbling," said Rafish without answering Gya's question. He got out of the car, then pulled Gya's hand. Then, surround the car and open the door next to a special steering wheel for Gya.

"Whose car, Fish?" reset Gya. This time the question is questionable.

But Rafish did not answer. The young man leaned toward Gya, wearing a seatbelt. Rafish thought Korean drama times, huh?

The car starts speeding up and Rafish plays Andmesh songs all the way. Gya secretly enjoyed it too.

"By the way, you're old enough to drive, right?"

Rafish is upset. So, Gya really thinks he's a kid?

"Russia, dong. Make the marriage is also old enough," Rafish's murmur did not accept which was greeted by a nod to Gya's stupidity.

Upon arrival at the Hospital, Rafish parked his car and did not go straight inside. He was standing in the hospital yard fiddling with his phone.

Gya raised his head to read the name of the hospital that was plastered above. The Dharmais Hospital? Specialty cancer hospital!

"Fish, don't joke, you!" Gya approached Rafish hurriedly. His face suddenly panicked.

"Seriously," replied Rafish, without turning his face away from the phone in his hand. It looks so busy.

Before long, a catering service car came and Gya slightly shifted his body because the car actually stopped not far from them standing. Though he hasn't finished introgating Rafish.

"Sori's late, Zan."

Zan's?

Rafish greeted the moustached young man with a smile, then welcomed the hand of the man in blue uniform.

"Liet. I'm also new to nyampe, huh."

Oh, familiar?

Three other caterers got out of the car. Means there were four people including the man in the mustache.

"Get out now, man!" tell the man moustached to his three colleagues.

"Sam, I go in first, yeah."

The mustachioed man who was apparently named Sam nodded. Where's Rafish talking about? Ethically Rafish should have introduced himself to the man with the mustache, uh, Sam.

Gya's daydream jolts as Rafish pulls his hand. Then, in a satirical tone said, "Adult men are attractive, yes, in your eyes?"

"Hoooh."

Rafish belies again when Gya does not deny his remarks at all. Meanwhile, the glimpsed look wash your eyes see the sight of young doctors in white suits. They're so clear.

"Hi, Zan!"

The steps stopped and Gya immediately turned his head. It seems like he's used to Zan's calling.

"Hi, Doc!"

"Now?"

"Yes. Can, right?"

The white-toothed doctor smiled sweetly. "Can, dong. I was waiting for it to look like it."

Rafish nodded. "Yes, already. I'm going in first, yeah."

Again Rafish pulls Gya's hand. He was not satisfied with washing his eyes. Rafish continued to walk through many wards, until he arrived in a room with the description "Special Care Room for Teens with Cancer."

The feather of the Gya bristles. What happened to Rafish?

He turned his head towards Rafish. Looking at the young man was worried. "Fis, you're not sick, are you?"

Rafish came to his head complete with his eyebrows raised next door. "Alhamdulillah is still well loved by Allah."

Gya exhaled his breath in relief. Then why are they straying here?

Catering officers began to arrive by pushing a trolley containing box-box meals, to make Gya distract him. He elbowed Rafish without looking, then whispered. "Have you permission to share the food yet? The doctor will be angry."

"Udah. Just calm down." Rafish walked up to them and some teenagers began to arrive to welcome Rafish.

"Sister Zan! Brother Zan!"

Rafish squatted down and aligned his body with the teenager. Then, a warm smile. That's sweet, eh?

"Happy birthday, Brother Zan. Hopefully brother is always healthy."

"Aamiin's." Rafish hugged the teenager, then said, "The same prayer for you. Hopefully always be a good, good-looking, healthy kid."

"Sister's prayers are more," the teenager protested when hugs were loosened.

"Clear, dong. Kak Zan's age is more, of course his prayers are also more," said Rafish. "Again good prayer will return to the one who prays."

Gya's heart warms. He just found out this Rafish side. By the way, Rafish's birthday?

Gya joined and helped the catering officers distribute the food boxes. Sometimes he talks to the teenagers. No one was different from them, they looked cheerful.

Another teenager approached. This time it was a teenage girl. "Brother's girlfriend's sister's brother Zan, huh?"

"Huh?"

"Yes, isn't it pretty, Ra?" Rafish approaching. Then, embrace Gya's shoulder.

"It's a habit." The girl who was wearing a hoodie and covering her head gawked away, making Rafish laugh.

"But! Don't make me a lot of enemies, dong."

"What enemy? They're fine. Our brother."

Gya was amazed again. He stared at Rafish for too long, making Rafish realize it.

"Then, every birthday, my dad always invited me to celebrate here."

Gya was still staring at Rafish without blinking. He is ready to listen to everything.

"Their prayers are sincere, so said papa." Rafish smiled, then continued, "But what you ask is always a prayer for me. He forgot to ask for a prayer for himself."

Rafish turned his body, just to wipe away his tears that were dripping without permission. However, Gya moved and stood up again in front of him.

"Ngapain shy? I love it when you share with me."

Rafish laughed crisply, though his eyes were still watery. "I love it, too, this year I can bring you here. May the next few years be so."

***

Rafish and Gya return home almost midnight, having finished delivering the lunchbox to cancer patients and to the doctors and nurses as well of course. Gya called her mother and asked for permission to go home last night.

In the car was very awkward because Rafish chose to stay still. He is usually the loudest. Probably still affected by the atmosphere in the hospital earlier.

"Happy birthday, yes, Rafish."

Rafish turned the radio volume to make it slower. Then, look at Gya.

"God! It's not so cool, Gi."

"What happened, dong?"

"Kiss, cake!"

"But!"

Rafish laughed crisply. Of course Rafish is only joking because even though the plot plus bucin is so, Rafish is a polite young man.

"Kidding, Gi. You're here tonight, I'm fine."

Uhuk! Sweet beud.

They finally arrived home. Rafish immediately put his car into the yard with Gya in it. They're neighbors, so there's no need for ushering scenes in front of every house, right?

"Thank you, yeah, Gi, make it tonight."

Gya who was removing her seatbelt smiled. He gave nothing to Rafish. "Together."

They got out of the car at the same time and suddenly the sound of screaming broke out to make Gya surprised.

"Happy birthday Arzan!"

Gya turned his head and saw Fergian and his friends appear with a cake decorated with several lit candles. Cakes brought by ... Silvians.

Gya smiled wryly when he saw Silvia had been swerving at him. Then, returned a sweet smile when he saw Rafish walking closer to him.

Rafish. He approached his friends who were singing to him, and one by one began to offer prayers. It was the girl's turn to beg, ups, meaning Silvia. He left the cake in his hand to Fergian, then held Rafish's shoulder. Then, tiptoe and kiss Rafish's cheek lightning.

Gya rolled his eyes fed up. Rafish's request was finally realized as well, although not by him. Gya turned his body and left without bothering to leave.

"Gya! Where you going?"

"Sleep!" he answered without looking.