Supposes

(9) Stringing Matters

For a moment, silence managed to envelop the foreign atmosphere that surrounded him. There's not a little sound there. There was only the sound of the detikan wall clock, which filled the white room.

The slender-skinned man was still lying weakly on the bed of the room. The tip of his finger moved lightly, while trying to gather the remnants of his consciousness. His eyes seem to force him to open. Until he felt extreme pain in his head.

Engh

The guy groaned softly while touching his forehead. He only realized, if at this time his left forehead was wrapped with a square gauze glued with plaster.

Andra spread her gaze around the room. There, he found a room with white wall paint, a wooden door painted brown, and a soft bed on which he lay. This room is like?

Andra cringing. Now he was in a room - which belonged to no one - with a gauze on his forehead. And also.. wait! Since when does he have a Barca shirt? I never bought it. Andra prefers Real Madrid to the Barcelona football team. But it's not important. Something's stuck here.

Feeling, yesterday he was wearing a white T-shirt wrapped in a black leather jacket, and dark jeans. But what now? No more t-shirts, no more jeans, let alone a leather jacket. Then..who replaces all his clothes?

He tried to get to his sitting position, and recalled what happened to him before his body ended up lying in this room. In the image of his brain, he finds the shadow of a motor, circuit, cop, accident and...A ember?

Yes, he remembered! A few hours ago, Bara managed to get him stuck on the side of the road in a sad condition. Then he heard the siren of a police car, and he ran away until he reached a deserted alley. When the policeman almost found himself, someone pulled his body to a jolt. The figure silenced his mouth, and he saw two very familiar beads.

The man was unsure of his vision at the time. Moreover, the lighting in the corner was so dim that it made it difficult to recognize the figure. But as Andra caught the sound waves from her lips, she seemed completely convinced by her opinion.

His forehead frowned as someone walked out of the doorway. "Ady.ra?"

•••

Blowing air conditioner water pierced the pores of his skin, as if making his hair goosebumps for a moment. The girl gawked her eyes in disbelief. If only his mouth was made of rubber, it might have fallen on the ground so elastic. The tray he just brought was already shaken because he was so surprised.

"God! Adyras? Why am I here?"

Adyra blinked her eyes a few times. Just now, Andra called her name? Not wrong, is it? What an incredible miracle. "Well, when you call my name, how do I catch a very macho impression, huh? Repeat again, dong!," replied Adyra not connecting.

Andra rolled her eyes rattling. Asked what, answered what.

"Lo didn't say anything about me, did you, semalem?," asked Andra inquiring.

Adyra tapped her index finger at the end of her chin, as if recalling something. "Emang elohsay in the middle of the night?"

Andra looked at the horror of Adyra who was looking at her grinning with one of her eyebrows raised.

"Andra, gausah horror so many times his face. Later more handsome tauk!," he replied amusedly with twitching lips holding back laughter. "Lagian, the one who changed your clothes is not me. But Mr. Johan. So, just relax."

Adyra said there was no lie at all. Everything's true. Including the person who took part in caring for Andra as well as changing her clothes last night. Mr. Johan who he said, is a doctor. His papa's personal doctor, to be precise. At 10pm last night, he was ready to come here to check on Andra's condition, and help her change clothes. Less well what try?

The guy grimaced softly as he felt a throbbing pain in his forehead. She wanted to get up from the bed, but Adyra held her back. "Lo's still sick. If you need anything, call me" he said.

"Gue doesn't need you! I want to go home" Andra said in an authoritarian tone.

Adyra clucked in annoyance. 'I thought he was amnesiac. It turns out that it is still inget if it has a ketus nature, ' his inner. "Lo's body is still lemes. Don't make it, deh."

Adyra put the tray she was carrying on the nightstand. A bowl of grits was taken from the tray, and then offered to Andra. The guy raised one eyebrow, while Adyra rolled her eyeballs. "So, are you waiting for me to bribe this story?" Adyra glanced mischievously towards Andra. Andra replied indifferently by not looking at him.

"Gue is not a laper," he said flatly.

Adyra smiled wryly at the flat statement that was thrown from Andra's stiff lips. "Jidat you've been sick because of the accident. And now, you want to go back? Pain in the stomach because you don't want to eat?"

His hand moved, holding the arm of Andra who wanted to get out of her room. The girl slightly flinched, as the guy brushed the girl's hand violently.

"You know what you think about my life? Want me sick or not, I think it's not a business—"

"Can you, once you appreciate me?," asked Adyra in a soft tone, almost whispering. "What's wrong if I care for you?"

The guy wasn't looking at Adyra. Her lips smiled, as if laughing at Adyra's stupid-sounding words in her ears. "Now I ask you. According to you, the same attention of people who never care about us is the real thing?"

There is nothing wrong with Andra. But, Adyra also does not fully justify Andra's speech. They were silent for a while. Enjoying the silence that was accidentally created by drifting in each other's minds. The girl looked into Andra's eyes. There's still some cold there. Only, there was something slightly different from the look in his eyes.

The man went ahead of Adyra's still sculpting body, while enduring the pain running through her forehead. Andi who just entered Adyra— room that was intending to check the state of his schoolmate girl—it frowned confused, staring at the departure of the guy from his room. The teary-eyed man looked at Adyra who was unmoved beside the bed without intending to look at her, even for a second. His eyes still shone to the doorway. His gaze changed softly.

"Is falling in love always this complicated huh, Pa?"

•••

Her lips had always complained of pain even since she left the girl's house a few minutes ago. How to walk a little staggered to reach the algae door of his house. It's still morning. And just like the previous days, it still felt lonely and silent.

The tip of his teeth chattered to hold back the tears that were intending to rush out. The shadow of the past was always moving to torment his inner self when he saw this house. The house he always missed when he was out there. A house that always makes it comfortable with loved ones. But that was before everything changed.

Reya stood before Andra with both arms folded across her chest. He could even still be cold and firm in front of Andra, if his mind is now tormented because of worry about the state of Andra who just returned home after yesterday he left home without news.

Reya stared flatly at Andra who was still unresponsive. His lips smiled softly, as he caught Andra's messy face from the many scratches.

"What else now? What other children are you brawling with?"

Andra smiled obliquely, "How much does Mama care about me?"

"YOU!!"

Andra closed her eyes, waiting for the palm to pull over her jaw skin. Long enough for 10 seconds to pass, the hand was still not there. Andra opened her eyes, trying to figure out what was going on there.

There's no movement. The palm of the hand did not touch him. He floated in the air almost as long as he touched his skin. Those eye beads stared at him.

"You ask me how big, son?" said Reya softly with his delicate palm caressing the cheek of Andra fondly.

"The obvious. Your mother's concern is no greater than your indifference. But at least Mama's affection is much greater, than your hatred for Mama."

Andra lowered the delicate hand from her face. Andra is conscious. He clearly enjoyed that touch of affection from the look in his eyes. But his brain performance seemed to refuse. He's still stubborn.

"Thank you in advance" Andra said with a smile. "But baby, no matter how much your love, it won't change anything. Mama herself made this hatred grow. My mother made me change. And I hope your mom won't forget. If Mom's the cause of all this happening."

•••

Time has changed everything.

He moves unexpectedly, like Harry Potter's wand that can not be stopped when it is hooked with the reading of a magic spell of his own. As the saying goes, 'Time is sharper than the sword.' But this is not about time. Rather than feeling, which is present over time to gradually change all past events to future events. What an event beyond reason. The girl was not playing games. Adyra is really in love with that guy.

Dia benar-benar menyimpan sebagian ruang hatinya untuk Andra.

Adyra propped up her chin, staring at the beautiful music box - the Dimas - that was singing a beautiful melody and a pair of princes and princesses, who were dancing to the song.

"How much is your love equal to Dimas?"

Andi joined the roost, but without a chin support. Only, the man sat in front of the girl just his puppet. I stared at the music box too.

Adyra turned, "not as big as before, before I knew Andra, Pa."

Andi raised one eyebrow. "Keep, why still keep the former's gift?" Adyra chuckled, "Father drama, huh."

Adyra pressed the off button on that music box. Let the atmosphere be quiet for a while. "The ex's giving wasn't for banishment, Pa. But remembered. There will come a time when I remember everything with a smile, not sadness anymore."

"Well, Papa doesn't know anything about love. Not the poet," Andi chuckled softly. "But when you find comfort at one point, fight for as long as you can."

The girl was silent. I don't know what he's feeling. Everything feels strange and confusing. His lips were silent a thousand words to answer what.

"Love gives, not asks. Don't expect to be accepted if you intend to force."

The girl smiled bitterly. "This is how it feels to be in love. It's wrong as Raisa."

•••

Brakk!!

His body slumped against the wall of his room. He ruffled his hair in frustration. Circumstances always make him cornered. The guy rubbed his face rough. Trying to get rid of the emotions that shackled him. Since talking to Reya earlier it has been very clear if it drains all his emotions.

"Nothing can be changed."

Andra felt that fate was unfair to her. In his teenage years, he should feel what it is like to have a full family with affection. But what does he get now? Everything feels bland.

Andra clenched her palms. Trying to get all his emotions in there. But unfortunately it didn't work. His eyes closed in silence. He hated this kind of atmosphere! he hates living like this.

The sound of sobbing broke in his room, making his eyelids open perfectly. His eyes were focused on the corner of his room, right next to the bed.

A beautiful girl with beautiful hair paled with tears. Andra flinched as the little girl pounded her body. Andra did not refuse at all. He even grabbed the girl quite tightly as if he did not want to escape. This girl made him have a purpose in life. Life encourage. The girl who made him feel the name of love and happiness behind his cold nature.

"Her.."

The girl was dumbfounded for a moment.

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