Just a Servant
Comfortable

"Mas... tonight, may I sleep here with you...?" I asked Bagas for permission. Mas Bagas seemed to think for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"May, let me sleep on the couch..." The answer.

"Eng... If you want to go home... "

"And leave you alone here? Won't do..." Cut the Bagas fast. Suddenly my smile widened. I kissed her hand and kissed her.

"Thank you, mas..." Sincerely said.

Finally, tonight, I'm staying at the hospital. Good thing is just to take care and not be a patient.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the mother, father and mother said goodbye to go home. I'm asserting. Let your mother rest comfortably in her room tonight. But mother reminded me, if tomorrow, there will be someone who will pick us up. Tomorrow we must return to the house of Yudhishthira. It's even better to go home with dad. I immediately accepted that order.

After they all left and only stayed me and Bagas, Bagas mas I asked to sleep on the mattress provided for the patient waiter. Bagas refused and told me to sleep there. But I managed to persuade him.

"Mas, the sofa was too short for the high body size of Bagas. Pity his feet if they have to hang..." Persuade me. Finally Mas Bagas agreed to sleep on that extra mattress. But he also asked me to sleep with him. I smiled and nodded.

I checked my father's condition, made sure he was sleeping comfortably. I looked at my father's face for a moment.

"Anna's... Suddenly his voice called to me.

" I'm here, dad..." My solute.

But apparently dad was just delirious. Because after hearing my answer, he stayed asleep, the difference is, now I see a faint smile on his lips.

Did you suffer so much from my loss...?

I waited for some time for my father's next reaction. Nothing. Therefore I approached back to our bed.

Because there was not much I could do for my father, I then started massaging the legs of Bagas. I don't master the science of massage. I just want to make the muscles of the legs of Bagas more relaxed, because all day he was tired of sitting continuously.

"It's night. Let's go to sleep..." Take Bagas' mas while pulling me to lie next to him. I comply. I put my body next to Bagas's. The relatively small beds made us have to close together to be safe. I lay on my side facing my father's bed, turning my back to Bagas' mas. But fortunately Bagas did not mind. He hugged me from behind.

I intentionally did not close the mosquito net that was the barrier to my father's room, so that I could observe it from where I was.

"Nur..." Call Bagas mas slowly after a few minutes we are silent to each other.

"Hum..." Mumbles.

"Not slept?" Ask her. Questions that don't really need to be answered. Because if I can still say it, it means I haven't slept, right? But I still answered it.

"Yet..."

"What do you think...?" Ask Bagas again. I was pensive and did not immediately answer his question. For a moment I thought, what was I thinking just now?

"I didn't think anything, Mom. It's all like a dream to me, to the point that my brain is blank." Reply then. There was the sound of Bagas snorting with a smile.

"How do you feel, after knowing that you are the son of Mr. Yudhishthira...?" Ask Bagas.

"Of course it's happy..." Reply spontaneously.

"Are you who he is?"

I'm shaking.

"Who is Yudhistira?" My toot.

"He is a successful businessman. His efforts cover a wide variety of sectors..." Mas Bagas told me.

"Oh..." That's the only comment that came out of my mouth.

"Will you change after knowing who your family is?"

"Change how...?"

I started to change position. Now I'm facing him.

"Buck...!" I unconsciously raised my voice to stop her saying.

It never crossed my mind to leave the Bagas mas. Especially to return to be his fiancee Ramdan... Huh, it's impossible.

"I'm just afraid you'll leave me, once you know who you are..." Continue in Bagas. The words spoken in a soft voice kept me surprised.

"Why do you think that?"

"Yes... Look atyou... You are no longer a servant...You are a young girl the daughter of a millionaire. You are beautiful and perfectly healthy... Me being... I'm just a man who suffers from paralysis..." Say Bagas with bitter tone.

I can't feel my tears coming from hearing the words Bagas.

"Mas... I may be the son of a wealthy businessman. But I have no memory of that... For all I know, now I am the wife of Bagas. Mas Bagas is the center of my life now, please don't think about leaving me..."

"But I'm a disabled man, Nur..."

"Are we not working on the health of Bagas mas? So that Bagas can return to normal walking?" Convincing.

"If it doesn't work out how?" Bagas still seems to doubt.

"We just try... But whatever the result, we surrender to God..." I saw Bagas smiling and pulling me closer to him. I happily approached, even I slapped my head on his chest. It feels so comfortable.

Just this time I dared to intentionally sniff it so. Usually there is fear or hesitation if I am alone with Bagas mas, but now either because I am used to it or because of my confidence that is starting to grow, I dare to indulge in him.

I breathed in the scent of Bagas's body as much. After that I pulled my head a bit away, in order to be able to look at her face.

"Mas..I miss susana at home..." I said to divert the conversation. I deliberately did that, so that Bagas did not think about my family background and doubts about the treatment he would undergo.

"Which house?" Ask Bagas while looking back at me.

"Yes the house of Mr. Darmawan... "

"That master is now your father, Nur.." Bagas cut. I smiled at the protest of Bagas.

"What did you miss there...?"

"I miss the same friends there. They want to accept me even though I'm not a dick about homework... Many times, if I get a task, they help me finish it. If I can't, they teach me..."

"Yes?" comment on Bagas.

"Yes..." I replied while slipping my face back into the chest of Bagas.

"It must be tired, right, working like that...?"

"Tired. yes. But it distracts me from feeling miserable and lonely..." I answered without complaining.

"Mas know, they were once jail same me. at that time in the fitting house there was a public tahlil event (routine every week that the place took turns) ... Madam told us to make meatballs for the tahlil worshipers.

After the show was over, I got a bowl of meatballs for me to enjoy. But it turns out, secretly my friends always add meatball stuffing into my bowl. There are those who add noodles... Mas know.. I was confused, why the contents of my bowl is not exhausted..." My story with a small laugh followed by the laughter of Bagas.

"It's night.. sleep...." Said Bagas then and then he rubbed my shoulders slowly.

You know, after all these months, this time I feel this comfortable. Comfortable in the true sense. Comfortable soul and body. I already know my family background, and I also already have a foothold to step into the future.

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