Owner of Heart #1
Chapter 12
Alga handed the phone back to Mira then walked towards me and crouched down in front of me who was still staring at her blankly.
“Go home!”
As my hope fell out of my senses, Arga clasped my trembling hand, my eyes only staring at him blankly as Arga slowly nodded as if answering a question that could not even come out of my mouth.
I fell silent with a trembling body withstanding the pain as if squeezing my chest, Arga's body protecting me from the sight of the other friends, although I'm sure they felt something was wrong but they were too kind to ask and interfere.
Arga holding both of my cheeks forced me to look at her while whispering.
“We go first from here.”
I nodded in agreement, Arga quickly cleaned up the camera, put it in my backpack that he immediately blocked, he helped me stand up and then embrace my shoulder as if to provide protection.
“Gus, Kekey went home first his nanaon? (Gus, Kekey comes home first is okay huh)?” Arga asked Agus who still looked confused to see us who were suddenly preparing to go home.
“Yes, sok, Ga, teu nanaon, kunaon Kekey? (Yes, please, Ga, it's okay, why Kekey?)”
“Magh-na relapse.”
“Oh, pantesan meni pucket kitu (Oh, fast pale that), just go home, Key, cepet healed yes.”
I could only smile weakly while nodding, Arga led me even wearing a helmet, I just kept quiet like a patchwork doll. The sky began to cloud, gray clouds adorned the city of Bandung when Arga turned on his motor engine.
I just sat quietly with my hands hugging Arga's waist, my head resting on his back that was pushing the motor, we have passed Jl. East station, but I remained silent as Arga turned right against my house. My mind seemed to float on hearing the news I had just heard about the Lieutenant.
She's dating Leona the singer? But when did they meet? Did they know each other before we knew each other? Or maybe all this time actually he has been in a relationship with her? I took a deep breath trying to get rid of the tightness that was squeezing the chest, either because I felt cheated or betrayed, or maybe both? I don't know, this must be very painful for me.
The rain started to fall when we visited Ade Irma Traffic Park on Jl. Sumatra, and I could feel Arga starting to slow down the pace of the bike.
“We shady first huh?”
“Do not!” that was the only answer that came out of my mouth, for a moment I felt Arga a little hesitant before he finally returned to the motor fast, making me hug him even more tightly, making me hug him even more, I hope that the wind and rain will wipe away all the sorrow and disappointment that is squeezing the chest. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but somehow my tears seemed reluctant to come out at that moment, my mouth as if locked could not make a sound.
Arga turns his bike to Jl. Aceh and the rain began to pour down on Bandung but we seemed to not care about the condition. The streets began to quiet when we entered Jl. Ambon, and without slowing down his motor Arga shouted.
“Nangis, Keys! Yell out! Maki she as you like!”
Like Arga's shouting spell, my tears began to fall mixed with the cold rain.
“Nature is on your side, Key... Look! The rain is getting heavier which will hide your tears and screams from the world.”
I started sobbing.
“Anged! You must let out your anger!”
My issues were getting louder, as if there was a push from within the chest that was getting longer and higher that could not be restrained anymore.
“Aaaarrrrrggghhhhh!!!” I screamed through the sound of the rain, all my defenses breaking, disappointment, anger, betrayal as if being a tight one squeezing the chest now spilling unstoppable again.
I continued to cry sobbing with my arms hugging Arga tight, even no matter where I am now, my eyes blurred not only because of the rain but also the tears. I don't know how long I cried until finally my body started to feel tired because it had let out all the emotions. My tears seemed to have run out and I also began to fall silent by hugging Arga's weak body.
“We go home now?” Arga asked softly as if knowing that I had started to calm down. I answered him with a nod that Arga immediately understood.
“Astagfirullahaladzim!” Mom exclaimed when she saw our wet condition coming down from the motorbike. Mom screamed again to get Dirga a towel for us.
“You are already big also still raining,” his scolding while handing the towel to us who are still standing on the porch of the house, water dripping from top to bottom, our lips rustling cold.
“Come in!” mom opened the door wide.
“Arga wants to go home directly, Bu.”
“Oh no..no! You enter, take a warm bath, change clothes, wear clothes Mas fight first.”
“Nothing, Mom, wet responsibility, from here to Cijerah kan cepet if riding motor.”
The new mother would open her mouth when she heard Dad say it out loud.
“You two are in!”
“Tuh! Father has given the order,” whispered Mother made Arga can only grin resigned if Dad had given such an order.
Still wet we went into the house, through the living room, turned into a fairly large family room where 4 rooms were around, my parents' room, and the family room, kak Dimas room which is now turned into Dirga room, My room and Mas Juang room which is now empty and likes to be used as a temporary guest room.
“Key, you take a bath in Dad's room, let Arga take a bath in the bathroom, I've turned on the heater.”
“Iya, Yah.” We could only obey Dad's orders, I went into the room to pick up the change of clothes I was going to bring to Dad's room, and mom had prepared Mas Juang's clothes that Arga was going to wear.
“Your inner palace must be wet too! Good thing Mom bought it yesterday for Dirga, this for you one, hopefully load.”
“Hehehe, insyaallah load, Mom, Arga mah flexible body.”
Mom laughed at Arga's words and went into the bathroom. I went into my parents' room, and went straight into the bathroom. I stood under the shower where the water was set to become hotter. Feeling the water coming out loud from the shower on top of the crown as if alone incline, making me close the eyes that began to feel so heavy. I didn't know how long I was in the bathroom until Mom knocked on the bathroom door to check on me.
As if it had just dawned on me quickly I finished my bath and changed into wearing long-sleeved pants with a long-sleeved shirt to warm me up. I came out of my father's room with my hair rolled up in a towel, and it turned out that in the living room Arga had been sitting with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand.
“How long is the bath?” Dad asked worried.
“Keen, rich gnawed hot water, hehe,” I replied with a smile and tried to look fine.
“Now it's Dad's turn to be hot-watered,” Dad said as he stood up and walked towards his room.
“Mother hot brown bikini.” Arga handed the mug containing the chocolates that were still steaming it.
“Watch what?” I stared at the TV screen that was still showing a drink commercial.
“Gossip, said mother do not move because it is still flirting to the kitchen, Mother again cook.”
I nodded in understanding and started watching TV while enjoying the body-warming hot chocolate. The ad has been completed and now features a pair of fairly well-known gossip hosts.
“The next news came from the singer who was a hit lately, who else if not Leona who shocked the virtual world by uploading a photo of herself with a man who allegedly is her lover.”
The deg! My heart seemed to stop beating with eyes staring at the TV screen without blinking.
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