Not Ordinary Slant

Forty

Agya does not understand why all his efforts to win tenders or hook business relations until now have not been fruitful. Those who initially seemed interested, began to look doubtful and eventually chose to retreat. Making all Agya's efforts feel futile.

"Just home?"

Agya jumped in shock when she saw Rafis had folded both hands over the guardrail of their house. The young man looked at Agya warmly. "So I sent a message. Haven't read?"

Agya looked flabbergasted. However, then he chose to focus on closing the fence.

"A lot of work," Agya replied without looking at Rafis.

Rafis nodded in understanding. "Totally stupid? Don't get sick, yeah."

Agya's hand movements stopped. I don't know why the warm voice always managed to warm his heart.

"Yes." Yeah." After her super short answer, Agya intends to directly enter the house. He does not want to involve Rafis in this matter.

"Agya?"

Agya's steps stopped. He turned his body slowly, staring at Rafis. "What?"

"Say, you can't say too much, baby, but .. I love you so much."

Uhuk! Agya's face instantly flushed out of control. What exactly is this feeling? The feeling that it felt could make his chest explode right now.

"I'm back, yeah. Don't worry about nightmares. There's me who'll take care of you." Then, with a relaxed pace Rafis went from there. He entered the car and left after waving to Agya.

Agya repeatedly had to catch her breath. Trying to control myself not to run after the young man.

***

Today, Citra visited papa in the hospital. Although already working in a different place, but Agya and Citra friendship is still well established.

"Where's the Doctor saying, Gie?"

Agya seemed to be breathing heavily. "If there are no changes in the week, continue to be treated at home only, but there is still monitoring Doctor."

The image of aghast, then clasped Agya's hand "Loe how are you?"

Hearing that question, inexplicably made Agya's eyes glaze over. Instead of answering Citra's question, he prefers to hug his best friend during his lecture and cry in his arms.

"Tell Rafis, you need a temen."

Agya loosened her embrace, then looked at the confused Citra.

"Rafis who tell me the situation of bokap loe," he explained. "Loe didn't miss Rafis, Gie?"

The image question made Agya bow her head. "Gue's already engaged, Cit."

Agya looked at Citra in amazement, then chuckled. "Not to be exemplified, nih!"

Then, he stepped away and sat down on the sofa. Followed by the image behind him. "Serious cave. If the problem of money, from the beginning I'm the same Fergi has told you not to worry."

Agya. "I'm really happy in your eyes?"

The image laughed loudly. "Not a matre, but realistic. Anyway, we know how loe really is, Gie."

The image again gripped Agya's hand. "By the way, you know not yet why Rafis is popular on campus?"

"Makeup?"

"Not."

"Cool?"

"Not."

"Pinter nebebucin?"

"No!" The image is made by itself. "Muhammad Rafisqy Arzan, you're not the same family name?"

Agya widened her eyes. "Familiar!"

"Well!" The image flicked his finger. "That means."

"My neighbor's name," Agya timpal flat, to make Citra want to pinch his head. Unfortunately, my mother came.

"Assalamuaik." The conversation stopped when Mom entered. Agya even seemed uncomfortable when she saw the figure that came in with her mother.

"Getishalight."

Apparently, not only Agya who felt uncomfortable because Citra also immediately paid after. He greeted the mother and gave encouragement to the Agya Mother, then permission after embracing Agya.

The four of them stayed in the room with the father who was still closing his eyes. The atmosphere felt awkward and clumsy. Mama chose to wipe the body of papa with a wet cloth, while Agya and Rafka sat on the sofa without talking.

"Gya, here, son!" Mama called Agya after she finished cleansing papa's body. He put the rag and basin onto the nightstand. Then, ask Agya to sit next to him.

"Dear." Mama rubbed Agya's hair, then clasped her hands. "You see for yourself papa's condition does not show development at all, right? Mama's worried papa won't be able to hold on."

Mom's tears drip slowly. He rubbed it slowly, then continued, "Cabulin one last request papa, yes, son."

Kening Agya wrinkled. He looked at my mother not understanding.

"Papa .. want to see you get married."