Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Twenty Three

Nevan didn't show up at the office today. Utami had called and sent a message in private, but there was no reply.

"Is Mr. Nevan sick, huh?" utami asked Fikri worriedly.

Fikri seemed to think. His last meeting with Nevan was not so good.

"Later try to go to his house" Fikri replied calmly.

"If you bring your files, be polite, right?" connect Widia. "This is so urgent."

"Later to try, deh," Fikri again faced his computer screen, his mind so not calm.

"Goodbye Mr. Nevan I share in the group, yes. This is necessary" Utami said.

He let out a long sigh, then turned his body back to his desk. Meanwhile, Gantari quietly listened.

As promised, Fikri goes to Nevan's house. For the size of a single house, Nevan's house is quite spacious and neat with predominantly white paint.

He pressed the bell many times and shouted calling Nevan's name, but there was no answer. He even had time to sit on the steps of the porch of the house, then took out his cellphone trying to contact Nevan.

He snorted because all his efforts were in vain. He stood up again and approached the main door, then shouted, "If until later tonight you have not told me, I broke down the door loe!"

Gini-gini Fikri had tasted the rigors of life on the road, and sometimes the soul of his bars thrashed as well.

***

As usual, Gantari's lunch hour was spent in the hospital with her mother. He ordered a taxi and is now on his way there.

"It's over, Ma'am," the taxi driver's voice rang out Gantari's daydream. Gantari jerked, then immediately issued money as payment. As he opened the car door, his forehead frowned.

This is not a hospital.

However, he stayed out and stood staring at the white house before him. Long enough, to the point that his forehead was sweating in the sun.

He shook his head slowly, then turned his body to return to the big road and intended to find another taxi. Until a hand holds his shoulder, he makes his step stop.

Gantari turned around quickly and found a woman in her 40s.

"Mister Dihyan, right?" ask the woman doubt.

Gantari knitted her brows, trying to remember.

"Mbak does not know me," said the woman, laughing. "I'm Bi Pure, working at Mas Nevan's place."

Gantari nodded in understanding, then smiled kindly.

"Please Mas Nevan, ma'am," Pure Bi's expression turned serious.

"Mas Nevan is inside, really. I'm sure," he continued. "I'm afraid Mas Nevan is sick again."

"I'm just an employee of Mr. Nevan, Bi," Gantari replied awkwardly. "I'll excuse you, yeah." Then, he turned around to continue the journey.

Hearing that Pure Bi immediately shook his head in panic. "Mas Nevan was once ill and taken to a psychiatrist."

The deg!

Gantari's steps stopped again. He looked at Bi Murni looking for the truth of his words just now and all he found was a nod.

As Gantari pressed the bell, Pure Bi stood behind the wall. I don't know what that means.

The second bell rang and there remained no response and this was the last one. Gantari knocked on the door and slightly shouted, "Sir Nevan?"

Gantari stared at the resigned Bi Pure who looked very disappointed. He sighed slowly and stepped down the stairs when the sound of the door lock was opened, followed by the door leaf that was opened.

Nevan emerged from there with a gasp of breath. Her face was red, plus her eyes were open. His body staggered as he walked closer to Gantari, making Gantari spontaneously run and holding Nevan's body from falling. Bi Murni also ran away and helped carry Nevan's body.

They take Nevan to a slightly dark room, due to her unopened curtains. The sheets are still neat, like no one occupies, then they lay Nevan there.

For a moment, Gantari had felt Nevan's body tremble and when their skin collided, Nevan's body temperature was not in a normal state.

Bi Pure also felt the same way. He immediately walked frantically towards the pantry preparing materials to compress. He quickly poured hot water into the bowl, then smashed his own closet looking for a handkerchief. His heart was beating unbecoming to see the condition of his master.

Slowly, Gantari uncovers the curtains, letting the light propagate in perfectly. Then, he opened the nightstand drawer next to the bed and found several bottles of medicine that he knew for sure if it was not a fever-lowering drug. His heart immediately melted.

Pure Bi came again in a hurry. He placed the bowl with a handkerchief on the nightstand, then touched Nevan's forehead.

"Oh Allah, my Lord," bitter words. His eyes were even glazed.

"Bi, is there a Paracetamol?" ask Gantari slowly.

"Auntie does not know mbak, but if the medicine box is there," he replied, then immediately slide looking for the box in question.

Gantari gulped her saliva, then hesitantly reached out to touch Nevan's forehead, hot. He would pull his hand back, but Nevan held it back without opening his eyes, then pulled Gantari's hand and held it in his chest. A clear liquid dripped slowly from the corner of Nevan's eye.

Gantari mengelos again. His heart was sliced to see Nevan this way, even his eyes were traitorous and dripping the same water.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Nevan held back, saying in a hoarse voice, "A little while."

Gantari bit her lower lip.

He can't be like this. He can't be affected.

Fortunately Bi Murni came with the box he meant earlier with a glass of water, making Gantari suddenly pull his hand quickly, then look for Paracetamol there.

After meeting, he carefully lifted Nevan's head to help her take the medicine. Gantari was fixated when she saw Nevan's lips dry from fever.

Bi Murni seemed to wipe his tears, then went again to cook the porridge, making Gantari trapped by himself.

Gantari soaked a handkerchief into a bowl of warm water provided by Bi Murni, then squeezed it. Then, start compressing Nevan. The young man's breath seemed to stumble.

Gantari could not hide her worry. While waiting, he again stirred up the P3K box and found a thermometer there, then began to measure Nevan's body temperature, 39.5 degrees Celsius, meaning high fever.

Worth it, thought Gantari. Then, he started compressing again.

About half an hour of Pure Bi coming back. This time he brought a tray with a bowl of porridge as well as a glass of warm tea when Gantari again checked Nevan's body temperature.

"Where, mbak?" tanyanya's worried.

"38°C, Bi. I'm coming down" Gantari replied.

Pure Bi immediately exhaled a sigh of relief. "Please, ma'am, bribed. Aunty wants to pray first" he said without sin.

Gantari smiled blandly hearing it. He just stared at Bi Murni's back which was getting away, then lost behind the door.

Gantari turned and looked back at Nevan's face. It seems he hasn't eaten yet.

"Sir, eat first" said Gantari and Nevan immediately opened his eyes, making Gantari suspicious.

"This Pure Bi has made porridge. Come on, get eaten," continued Gantari.

Nevan got up and leaned her body on the head of the bed. Dizziness instantly medera as he swayed trying to shuffle. He cleared his throat because his throat was dry. Luckily, Gantari was sensitive, so she thrust a glass of mineral water at Nevan.

"I'm not hungry" Nevan said hoarsely.

Gantari. "Good, then excuse me."

Nevan gasped, then with a look of annoyance he said, "Yes, I eat."

Gantari again ran a tray filled with porridge bowls over Nevan's lap patiently waiting for him to eat by himself.

Nevan glared, but finally he fed his porridge with his own hands. There are no Korean drama scenes here.

Only three bribes, Nevan is no longer able to. His appetite was not there, then he put the tray on the nightstand. Before Gantari came back, Nevan was already in the hunt saying, "Friend me first. Just today."

***

"Where is it, Bi?" nevan asked Bi Murni who was accompanying him. He fell asleep again.

"Again prayer, Mas," replied Bu Murni with a smile.

His hands stretched out, touching Nevan's forehead for some time. "It's still feverish, but it's not very hot" he murmured.

Nevan smiled, she turned her head to the wall clock that already showed at 18:00 Wib. "Auntie hasn't come home yet?"

"Auntie called Beautiful. I told you to stay here," he replied.

Nevan nodded. Then he shuffled down. His body was tired and did not move all day. He walked up to the living room couch and sat there with the television never on.

Gantari who had just finished Maghrib prayer hesitantly sat there. They're silent for a moment.

"I know it's too late" Nevan began, "But what really happened?"

Gantari looked straight ahead, she sighed softly. "We've come this far. Don't look around anymore."

Nevan turned her head to Gantari. For a moment he felt his head throbbing in pain.

Gantari lowered her head and a bitter smile was engraved on her lips. "I swallowed it with great difficulty. So don't make me remember it anymore."

"Dihyan?"

This time Gantari raised her head and returned Nevan's gaze. The wounds were clearly drawn in his eyes, making Nevan feel his heart being squeezed.

"There was no more Dihyan and Dion," Gantari smiled bitterly again, then continued, "We are different now."

Nevan. Her tears slowly returned.

Gantari nodded as if she wanted to convince herself. "There's no sun at night, right, Nevan?"