Unforgettables

Dia

Damnit damnit! Why can I do that?

Daydream after daydream Arga kept thinking hard throughout his journey. The path he had often passed, under the shady and green trees surrounding him.

Although in a low state but Arga driving at high speed, until he himself was not aware of the person who was crossing in front of him. Arga was surprised and his hand quickly pulled the brake lever. His legs tried to hold the weight of his big motor until his motor stopped with his knees touching the asphalt.

Arga felt his knees hurt and then he tried to stand up. He immediately opened his helmet and turned to look at the person he had almost hit.

“Sial!”

Umpat Arga then approached the person who was sitting bending his knees, he looked frightened. The anxiety on Arga's face began to show as he got closer to her.

“Lo gakpapa?” Ask Arga.

Arga bent his knees to look at the girl. Either push from where, Arga's hand moves reflex stroking the lady's shoulder. At last the girl raised her head slowly.

Arga's hand movements that had felt warm suddenly cooled. Arga was still glued to look at those two beautiful eyes. His lips stiffened instantly. I don't know what happened to his blood flow when he saw those two pairs of eyes. The beautiful eyes that he had always wanted to see now he saw them again. The eyes that sparkle with tears are the eyes that he has been worshipping.

Arga gulped heavily on her saliva then both her hands slowly grabbed the woman's shoulders, lifting her up to stand up.  Slowly filled with feelings, Arga never let go of his gaze until the two of them stood staring at each other.

“Lo gakpapa?” Repeat Arga, softer than before.

The brunette-haired girl was just silently glued while tightly holding her injured elbow. The sensitive Arga began to look at the wound and carefully held the girl's hand to look at the wound she had covered.

“Lo come with me now.” Suddenly Arga pulled the girl slowly towards his motorbike. But the girl was the one who actually held her legs to move when Arga pulled her.

“Why?” Arga asked gently as she turned to look back at him.

“I want to go home.”

“Gue will anterin lo go home, but before the wound you must be on medicine first.”

The girl shook her head and pulled out Arga's hand.

“No! I can take medicine myself.”

Arga looked disappointed and gnashed his jaw. Like there was an overflow that he wanted to take out, Arga also looked back at the girl's smell.

“What's the reason? I have no evil intentions. I just want to callongin lo.”

“I know, but I don't want to. I want to go home.”

Arga took a heavy breath, he no longer knew how to persuade the girl. Besides, he didn't want to hurt her.

While the girl was still silent while turning her face away from Arga. And Arga finally turned back to walk up the bike again, without inviting him again.

“Say you want to nganterin me.”

Arga fell silent then looked over. “Ya lo here, I took gakmau.”

The girl looked misbehaved as Arga blurted out those words. He immediately walked and rode the Arga motorbike while holding the black jacket tightly.

The cold wind began to hit the two, but it was warm with the atmosphere of the afternoon and togetherness that might not be repeated.

Some say, as hard as a person's heart but there will be times when the heart is soft because of someone's presence.

Maybe this is what Arga is feeling right now. It felt the same as the first time he saw himself. Even this stubborn, hard-hearted, and soul-hardened guy is not able to do anything to the beautiful girl who is now sitting in the back seat of his motorcycle. 

I want him to reveal everything. But this is not the right time. For him, just being able to see it at this moment was more than enough. This is where Arga promises not to let him go back.

It's been a long time, we've finally met again.

*****

“Tante call Fika?”

Fika who had been busy reading the novel book had to be stopped because she heard the voice of Ratna's mother Arga. Without waiting for a long time Fika had gone down the stairs and approached Ratna in the living room.

“Fika, you know now Arga where?”

Ratna's question managed to make Fika frown her forehead. “Loh, hasn't Arga come home from this afternoon? You see Arga came home first from Fika aunt.”

Ratna sighed, then checked the phone in her hand. “Gak usually Arga go home malem. Usually he always tells aunty if there is an event.”

“Maybe Arga is the same again tan.”

“Try you call temen Arga, you know the phone number?”

Fika nodded. “Fika tau.” Fika reached into her pocket and looked for some contact names on her phone. The first time he called was Willy, because Fika knew Arga was more often with Willy.

A few seconds Fika waited, until Willy finally picked up the phone. “Hallo, Will.”

[Yes Fik, why?]

“Arga again the same you are not?”

[Arga? Naw. He's back from the afternoon. You're in one house with her mass lo gaktau]

Fila let out her breath before replying. “He hasn't come home.”

[Try asking Andre, at most he is at his house.]

“Oh so well, yaudah deh Fika try to ask Andre. But earlier thanks well Will, sorry Fika disturb.”

[Look easy, you two.]

Phone connection disconnected. Fika's finger moved quickly looking for the next contact to contact Andre. But he had not found it yet, the sound of the door opening made him stop again.

“Where are you from?” ratna asked as she walked over to the man in the doorway.

Arga stood with his black jacket on his right shoulder, he only wore a plain white short shirt and it looked very thin. Even from a distance Fika can see Arga's checkered stomach.

“Sorry mah, Arga was no business.”

“Why aren't you tidying up? Mom is worried about you.”

Arga broke down a thin smile. “So calm, Arga can take care.”

“But as you say mamah, do not make mamah worry. Mamah is afraid, it is quite mamah to lose one child, and mamah does not want to lose another child. Mamah-“

“Mah,” Arga sighed making Ratna speechlessly look at him. “Then whatsih? Arga will not leave mamah.”

Arga reached out his hand and grabbed Ratna by the shoulder, moving her hand there to calm Ratna, who was almost about to cry. “Once again Arga apologizes for making you worried.”

“Do not repeat.” Ratna said slightly trembling.

“Iya mah.” Arga is gentle and soothing. “Kalo so, Arga to the room first well mah.”

Ratna let him go, and Arga let go of his embrace and walked. Fika who was now standing between the chair and the stairs could only duck when Arga had just passed her without a word. He tried to dare himself to raise his head and was immediately shocked when Arga also suddenly glanced at him. But the glances looked different, there was no cynical or frightening aura. Besides something that Fika doesn't understand at all.

Arga why?

*****

Finished dinner house only inhabited by three humans has returned to their respective habitat. Ratna returned to her study, Arga returned to her room and Fika, of course, sat in front of her balcony.

The girl is still loyal to some stacks of her favorite novel books. With a different story he looks more focused following the plot in the story.

The cold night breeze that hit her skin made the atmosphere more dramatic because Fika is currently reading a novel with a romance. Sometimes he laughs and sometimes he smiles when reading the story. Undeniably, the novel has been able to make Fika's mood better than before.

"It's none of your business!"

Fika turned her gaze away from the book when she heard the loud shouting voice of someone from outside. He frowned and looked at the clock on the wall that had shown at 10 p.m. Who screams so loud these nights? Out of curiosity, Fika finally decided to leave the room.

Fika opened the door of her room slowly trying not to make a sound. Out there it looks so quiet, even some of the lights in the room there have been extinguished. Except for the room and kitchen lights. He circulated his gaze but the voice of someone who sounded chatting made him curious again. His gaze was now fixed on the door in front of him.

"Arga." Fika said it so slowly, he memorized it with a distinctive voice belonging to the man. Of course Arga, and the voice was heard from inside his room. Fika was a little hesitant, even he had decided to return because he did not want to interfere in Arga's affairs. But there was something interesting that made him more curious.

"Don't bother him damn it! If you dare to disturb him, you will abis in my hands!"

Fika was surprised to hear Arga's growing yell. He did not know what was going on, but he was currently feeling very worried. What if Arga was really going to do something unwanted? And who does Arga mean?

"prices."

His throat seemed to be drying up, his tongue was twisted, hot and cold sweat began to attack, and clenched lips and body temperature increased. For whatever reason, Fika currently stands there. Seeing the glint of Arga's sharp eyes made him even more numb. He really did not expect when he tried to stick his ear on the door, it turned out that suddenly the door was open. How else, now he has been caught red-handed by Arga.

But strangely, not a spray or a spicy jolt that he now got. The cold stare was colder than usual. Arga the cold guy just kept silent with his flat expression.

"Sorry Fika didn't mean to make-"

"Lo what?"

That tone, cranky as usual. But somehow hearing it is like making Fika happy because it is better to hear Arga's ketus attitude than to have to see her silence with a scary look.

"It's not important, mending lo-"

"Why are your legs?"

Arga looked down at his knee which still looked bloody. While Fika glared while covering her mouth.

"Arga wait a minute well, Fika take the medicine box first. Don't go anywhere Fika's back."

Arga had not yet said anything, Fika had gone running down the stairs. The cowo was still silently staring at his departure with a flat and mysterious expression. The darkness that enveloped the room around there increasingly made the look of Arga's eyes more creepy.

Fika tried to move quickly after taking the medicine box in the kitchen, but before that she had also prepared a bowl of water to pour antiseptic into it. After everything was ready, Fika returned to climb the stairs with quick steps.

Arga's door was closed again, while Fika's hands were full. He put the medicine box on the floor so he could knock on the door of the man's room.

"This Arga Fika. Open the door, yeah.."

Fika shouted a little loudly hoping that the man heard it, but until this moment there was absolutely no answer from Arga. Not wanting to wait too long, Fika decided to open the door herself.

"Argha.."

Fika walked in slowly after picking up the medicine box on the floor. For some reason but his heart was beating so fast, only the first time he entered the luxurious room Arga. More precisely elegant with black paint and an elegant blend of colors typical of a man. This room is wider than Fika's room, the bed is king size even Fika knows Arga has a private library in his room. Unfortunately this room looks vague because not all the lights in this room are lit. Just rely on the sleeping lights on the nightstand.

Quite amazed, now what Fika must look for is the existence of the man. But where's Arga? He doesn't look like he's there at all.

"What's in the bathroom?" Mumam Fika's. He placed the bowl and also the medicine box on the nightstand. He intended to step into the bathroom, but before that something on the mattress turned out to attract his attention.

There is a black book like a large notbook. And there are some photos there. But what makes Fika interested is a photo of a long-haired girl sitting on a wooden chair with a man but strangely the man's face can not be seen because it is covered by graffiti like scribbles from markers. Fika frowned and grabbed the photo. And staring at the beautiful face of the girl in the photo with something in mind.

"It feels like Fika's seen this girl, but where is it?"

"Put that photo down."

Fika froze, she was sure the sound was coming from Arga. Without waiting for a long time Fika immediately put the photo back on the mattress and then turned quickly to face Arga but..

"Yes..!!!!!"

"Why lo?" Arga was surprised by Fika's spontaneous scream. While the girl just shook her head with both hands she covered her face.

"Arga why not wear clothes anyway?!" Fika growled while stomping her feet.

Arga who realized that even smiled slanted. "Why? You want to see my body?"

"GERMEN! Oversimplifies.. Arga is wearing clothes!" Fika is getting furious because there is no movement at all Arga will wear clothes, the guy just quietly standing in front of Fika who is still komat-kamit unclear.

"Lo sure you want to see my body?"

"MAGGARD!"

"Lo say you're brave-"

"THE CEPET COSTUMES!"

There was the sound of Arga's breath there. "It's not cool to be a girl."

Fika was speechless hearing the sentence that Arga had uttered. What the hell is going on with that guy? He's not usually like that. Holy hooch! She really wanted to make him die of seizures there.

A few minutes later, Arga came back to Fika there who was still quietly closing her eyes. I don't know what possessed Arga but now a ignorant smile and cunning plan has penetrated into his brain.

"Aarga has blom?" Fika asked with a furious tone like before.

"Udah." Answer Arga briefly.

Hearing Arga's statement, Fika slowly lowered her hand and opened her eyes slowly.

"Loh Arga?" Fika frowned not finding Arga in front of her. "Pr-"

"Ekhem."

Deheman's voice made Fika realize there was someone behind her. Since when is Arga behind him? Fika turned around and froze.

"Will you stand up or will you take my medicine?"

Fika took a sip of her saliva and nodded doubtfully.

"Jude!" Arga Resolute. Make Fika flutter take the bowl and medicine box with a quick motion.

O Allah strengthen Fika and faith Fika O Allah..

Fika unceasingly prayed in his heart, not because he was afraid of Arga but he felt uneasy not because and unable to look at Arga who was still bare chest. The cowo was wearing only short color pants and was sitting casually on his bed. While Fika now bend her knees under both legs Arga hanging on the bed.

"How long is lo?"

Where could Fika move quickly, whereas she herself trembled violently. Even taking cotton alone he felt no energy.

"Old lo!" Arga suddenly grabbed the hand of Fika who was holding cotton. Fika was surprised not to play, his heart was racing faster than before it felt almost going out of place.

"Argha.." Fika was still silent resigned when Arga dipped the hand of Fika who held the cotton into the antiseptic liquid and quickly touched it to Arga's knee that was still bleeding.

"Can you send it?" Fika nodded after Arga let go of her grasp. Well, it feels better. Than he had to die of a heart attack.

Silence enveloped the two, the atmosphere of the quiet night increasingly made the atmosphere gripping. Moreover, the cold wind from the AC made Fika increasingly frozen. How long later Fika had finished treating Arga's wounds by giving him a little bandage. He got back up, but his hand was restrained because Arga was holding him back.

"Where are you going?" Ask Arga.

"Ma-want out." Plain speech Fika.

Arga smiled obliquely. "Lo thought after sassy enter my room without permission, I'll release you so?"

Fika Furniturealak, he forgot that Arga had once forbidden him to enter his room. Because he panicked too much, he completely forgot about it. What would Arga do to her? Will he punish her?

"But Fika is -"

Suddenly Arga pulled Fika strong until their faces almost touched, the distance between them was so thin. Fika glared with trembling hands holding her body on both sides of Arga's body.

"Gue don't want to hear alesan lo." Arga's voice was so slow and hoarse, making Fika goosebumps made.

Wait, Arga what's up?

Fika stiffened as Arga increasingly brushed the distance between them, Fika reflex also rewinded his face but unfortunately Arga held the nape of his neck until he was unable to move even a little. Fika was getting slacker with her body shaking violently while Arga was getting closer to her face and...

The cup!

"Lo can come out now."

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