The Girl At The Club That Night

I Don't Want My Brother to Be Burdened

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"Abang ... pain ..." ringisnya while holding the abdominal area.

"Caca, you don't papa, do you?" I'm panicking.

"Engh, sick, Bang ...."

"Where is sick? Say the same to Brother." I was confused as to which one to touch.

"Ca, where's that sick?"

"My stomach, Bang. My stomach hurts a lot."

"Emh, may ... You see his stomach?"

Without thinking long. I immediately unfolded the blanket and then lifted a little bit of the pajamas he was wearing. Indeed, the scar of the operation looks a little bruised visible.

Whether misunderstood or how, Laksmi who apparently might wake up because of the noise of my panic, he covered his face and covered hiding behind the wall.

"Laksmi, we're not doing anything" I said. "Can you please help me?"

Finally the girl went into the room where the door was open. He was a little surprised by the bruises on Caca's stomach.

"Caca's sick?" His face looks towards me.

"Yes, he just finished surgery a few days ago. The wound is bruised again."

"Maybe Caca had a fatty meal this afternoon. As Laksmi knows, people just out of major surgery should not eat fatty."

"Then how? I was confused what to do. I can't bear to see Caca like this." I scratched my head, frustrated.

Laksmi passed somewhere. Then after a few minutes he came with a potion and mash medicine that I myself did not know what it was for.

Caca opened his eyes, he was still not separated from the ringing with his hands still grasping his stomach.

"This, the decoction of binahong leaves, is suitable for deep wounds. While this one, the collision of jelly from aloe vera, can later be smeared into the scars of the operation. If it's not healed by tomorrow, take it to the doctor."

Laksmi never separated from the sweet smile that he always emanated.

"We are used to using this type of plant for wound medicine. Usually it doesn't get better for long."

"Thank you, yeah."

"You want Laksmi to help you apply?"

"Thank you so I'll smear it."

The girl passed after she nodded kindly. For a moment I glanced at him if he stopped his steps for a moment, before actually going outside from passing the doorway.

"Laksmi, thank you."

He answered with a sweet smile and then passed.

Caca was still grimacing as I helped her to sit down. The girl stared for a moment, I don't know what that look meant.

"Take the medicine first."

"No bittersweet, Bang?" His voice was doubtful.

"Try it."

It was obvious on Caca's face if he was still hesitant to drink the potion that was in my grasp. It seemed, even Laksmi could not possibly poison the drink.

I nodded gently, convincing him to drink. Until the mashed drug with trembling applied to the area of bruised scars surgery on his stomach. The stomach that I hope will be willing to be happy to contain the flesh and flesh of my love and Caca.

Anastasya, he just stared at this whole hand gently caressing with silly shadows over my dreams.

"Absite ...."

"Hem?" I looked back, closing the clothes.

"I'm better. My brother slept."

Awkwardly, at once Caca's expression turned stiff. He went back to sleep and now prefers to turn his back.

...

The atmosphere of Ubud is cool in the morning. Laksmi deliberately took me for a walk, enjoying the green scenery of the rice fields as the best eye wash container in the morning.

The girl had an activity to deliver food to the farmers who take care of the rice fields owned by Wa Made.

Fresh, even dewdrops that touch the feet with flip-flops seemed to give its own therapy in the morning.

I took a deep breath. Stretching out my hands enjoying the atmosphere that I have long missed. The atmosphere of Jakarta is not as calm here.

"Bli, let's eat!"

It does not feel the sun has shown its light to warm the body that is increasingly stepping home.

Laksmi looked calm walking in the rice field while carrying the food basket that had been eaten by the farmers. For a moment he turned around, laughing at me who was having some trouble walking.

"Hahaha, does Laksmi need to lead the way?"

I just caught it with a horse. Then the girl turned around again and stepped back towards the path that had cast a shadow of the house where we live now.

Some wood chisel workers were already doing their activities when Laksmi and I entered the yard. There, Wa Made sat while observing some sculptures, probably directing the final shape of the wood.

"It's hard no, Bli?" I asked one of the sculptors there while pointing at the detail relief of the object.

Wa Made turned his head, then moved towards me. "Alvin ...." Wa Made patted my shoulder gently. Then he pulled out a wooden chair and sat on it. "The wood chisel is like life." He appointed one of his employees to provide the chair I was about to sit in. "The more beautiful the shape he makes, the more expensive the price will be. Satisfaction is also higher. But ... You have to remember one thing, patience is the key to the beauty of a wooden sculpture, persevering the main. This is an image ... If your life wants to get happiness that is in accordance with the wishes of the heart, then you must be more patient in living it, not forgetting to pray and act in accordance with the prescribed path. Like this sculpture, the more patient, the more calm the heart in making it, the more beautiful the result, the more expensive the price. So patience is expensive."

He laughed and patted my back a few times gently. "Alvin ... Alvin .. I did not expect if the love story before, finally can be experienced by yourself. The son of the woman I love." For a moment he took a long breath. "May .. end of your love happy."

Then it sounded faint Wa Made singing a song in Balinese. I don't know what it means, but from the look in her eyes, maybe it's love again.

...

Caca was still in his room when I approached. A bowl of porridge is available, surely Laksmi who prepared. The food was not touched in the least.

"Do you want a bribe?"

Caca nodded. "I miss you, Juna."

I felt a deep sense of guilt in my heart. Given how tragic Juna's death was, what I've made sure will be very upset Caca when he knows everything.

I sat at the end of Caca's bed. The girl didn't want to turn her gaze toward me in the least, as if she was already feeling disappointed before her time.

"Well, when are we here?" The question makes it look like something is raining to the bottom of the heart.

"Don't know either." Along with heavy breathing.

"Abang, I'm sorry if my presence made you trouble."

"When do you want to apologize? Seeing you're all right, Brother's happy."

"Absite ...."

"Hem?"

"I ...." Caca bit her lower lip. Both of his hands reached out to hold my hand and were directed to his chest.

"Why?" I asked gently scattering the strands covering her face.

"I ...."

"Bli Alvin, called Wa Made in the yard."

Someone called me and made Caca's hand loosen.

"What's up, Bli?"

"I don't know, I'm just sending you a message."

"Well, I'll be there."

The man just nodded then passed. I went back to Caca who still didn't want to touch her morning breakfast. Actually it's almost noon, but I don't know what the real reason is that he doesn't want to eat.

"What did you say?" ask me while stirring the porridge to then feed it.

"No, I just wanted to say I'm hungry." His face turned in the other direction.

"Any more bribes, huh?"

"No, let me eat. Brother called the owner of the house."

Rather amused to see his craving expression that seemed to be in a jealous state. But who calls men, why should it be like that?

"Just spend the meal. Brother to the front yard first." As he moved and rubbed his head.

"Absite ...."

"Yes?"

"I don't want you to be burdened."

"What the hell are you talking about? Who feels burdened? Comfortable brother is you. Yasudah, finish the meal." Anxious, I pinched his nose until he grimaced.

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