Because I Don't Want to Lose
61 - Go home
Time goes by without being prevented. He never changed the tempo and rhythm. Constant. Who is sprightly, can accompany it in harmony and create stories and memories. However, if he was careless, he would be at a distance, leaving behind a futile void. Can't be repeated to fill. Can only pursue aligning themselves and mengikhlaskan left behind.
That night, Anaya contemplated something she had neglected and left behind. Something new feels incomplete when nothing is. Something that turns out to be valuable after not being with him anymore.
Anaya waits for Izzar at the border today. The man did not come, and his phone was still inactive. He wanted to wait until if only his eyes were firmly open, maybe he would continue to wait until the door of the room opened to bring up the face he expected.
However, the drug given affects his drowsiness, but also it is past his sleep time. Anaya is asleep.
The morning .
A dense silence momentarily floated Anaya's memory of her existence. After a while, he realized he was still in the hospital.
He lifted half the body and focused it on the elbow. His head just feels thin. His weak body could already be invited to work together to sit down.
This big room only had him. But, there was the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom. He doesn't know who.
Anaya patiently watched the door to see the figure that was about to come out. Most likely it was Mba Kemi who had indeed accompanied him since yesterday. But he really hopes for others.
Two minutes waiting, the door opened.
“Hei! Already awake!”
Anaya disappointed. He threw his body again.
Randi smiled as he approached her.
“Ngapain you here?” Anaya asked. Wonderful and regretful.
“Lah! Why what? Take care of you!”
“Mba Where's the box?”
“By the ground floor buy me breakfast in the cafeteria.”
“Izzar?”
“He hasn't been here yet. Still no business.”
“What solution?
“Ridwan Case.” Randi answered.
"Where do you know? She called you?"
"Religious. From Mr. Arsyad. He asked me to take care of you."
The answer did not make Anaya satisfied. Instead, he was curious. However, the nurse who had suddenly entered stopped her attempt at asking further.
“Mother Anaya, I took off the infusion needle yes. Mom can go home. HB mom is normal. But, the doctor ordered, can not work hard, must be like rest. Two more weeks should be control to the obstetrician.”
Anaya nodded. Randi silently watched. The nurse left along with Mba Kemi.
“You are quick to pack, I take care of administration first.” Randi gave instructions.
"Wait for Izzar?" Anaya was worried because there was still no direct news from him.
"Neither need.”
“But, he can't be contacted.”
“You just send a message. Later if his hape is active, he can read."
Anaya curious. He took his phone and called Izzar. He was lazy to send a message. Twice his call bounced because Izzar's number was off. Anaya also cursed.
One hour later, Anaya was already in Randi's car. Mba Kemi sits quietly in the middle seat. The engine had been on for five minutes, but Randi was still silent behind the wheel.
“Why bengong?” ask Anaya.
“I'm confused to take you where.”
Anaya became overwhelmed. He was half confused too. To his house that has not been fully tidy, Izzar house or apartment. After weighing, he chose to take his belongings in the apartment and then to his home. He did not want to speculate back to Izzar's house while the man could not be contacted and contacted him
Before starting the trip, Anaya called the furniture store to ensure the delivery of her goods today after the delay yesterday.
With the help of Mba Kemi and Randi and his people, Anaya cleans and tidies her house. Actually, he just sat watching because his cousin insisted he should not get off the couch.
In itself, he went back and forth to check his phone. Nothing came out of what he expected.
Mba Kemi offers Anaya to rest in her neat room. Anaya chose to go there, lay down his body and close his eyes in the cradle of a new mattress and clean sheets that smell freshly opened from plastic laundry.
It was only a moment when he was dissolved in his comfort that Randi knocked on the door.
“Anaya!” randy's voice was heard far from behind the door.
“Iya?” sahut Anaya, with eyes closed.
“Izzar want a phone. Your number is still blocked, no?”
Anaya's eyelids opened and her consciousness returned to fullness.
“Ngga!”
He sat down and picked up his phone on the nightstand. Heart's pounding. Similar to the girl who just visited her boyfriend for the first time.
A few seconds later, his phone screen flashed and voiced Izzar's call. But, you Anaya. He still raised his prestige a little by letting a few rings pass before answering him. He did not want to be very impressed looking forward to the news from the man.
“Anaya?” Izzar's voice at the end of the connection greeted him.
“Ya?”
“Ya.”
“Naira? Any near you?”
“He was invited to your mother's place last night. Said kangen.”
“You... don't miss me?” Izzar.
“Ngga!” Anaya answered spontaneously. Covering his heart.
“Still angry with me?”
“Ya.”
“Why?”
“Why have you been killed from yesterday?”
Izzar laughs.
“Why laugh?”
“Newly a day I diein hape already angry again.. How I who have been left gone, blocked, not be told also if you are pregnant.”
Anaya bit her lip. He knows it is unfair.
“Where are you now?”
“Ag somewhere. I was at the police station until midnight yesterday. Sleep here, a lot to complete.”
“Why don't you tell me? Already know I'm sick!” Anaya protest.
“Ya, sorry. I was busy and had a lot to think about. You also have to rest a lot. Anyway, I guess my number is still blocked.” Izzar held back his laughter.
“Reason!”
“Hmm.. Not good, huh?”
“What's not good?”
“Nelfon can't. Waiting for news no news.” Izzar teased her again.
“Ungkit continues!” Anaya was getting upset.
Izzar laughed. He was even happy to make Anaya annoyed. You can imagine how a frown was on his face.
“When are you home?”
“Later afternoon.”
“Lansung here right?”
“Where?”
“Ke my house.”
“Why don't you wait at my house?”
“Your house is narrow. I'm having a hard time!”
Anaya answered what it was. He never really liked Izzar's little house.
“This is not?” Anaya repeated her question.
“If you ask.”
“Why should I ask?”
Izzar wanted to remind Anaya of the sentence during their last meeting in the apartment. About their ending. But, undo. He understands Anaya. Sometimes she is too proud to admit her feelings. To him, it was enough for Anaya to question his return. No need to argue anymore.
“Okay, I'll be home. But, I picked up Naira first huh.” Izzar.
“Ya.”
“Titip Oboy, okay!”
“Who is Oboy?” Anaya.
“My son. Naira's sister. In your stomach.”
Anaya held her stomach.
“Why do you think he's a boy?”
“Because you turned out to be fierce.”
Izzar. Anaya could not help her smile. Let it be, Izzar didn't see it either.
Anaya could not deny that he missed the partnership with Izzar. Although often colored by small debates, but he was happy because he could be himself. He was happy because he was understandable.
No more hearts blocked, no distance that makes awkward. Everything is sticking and approaching. The two promised to meet soon.
Without anyone knowing, there is something lurking.
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