How Much?

"You ... are you okay, right?" Wistara said still with disbelief.

"How much? You name it." Wildan looked at Galuh sharply, without a smile on his lips.

"Sorry, I don't ... I don't have time for that."

"Arya, leave my card again for him."Wildan then got up from his seat. "I'm still waiting for the good news." He fixed his coat. "Let's go, Tara. Arya, if you still want lunch, go ahead. I'll be at the office."

Arya and Wistara looked at each other, not expecting the situation to be like this. "Ba-well, Mas."

Wildan passed away from that place after staring at Galuh for quite a long time. The girl seemed to be misbehaving, so she didn't know that her place was standing in the way of Wildan's steps.

The tall body of Wildan who stood in front of Galuh obscured his sight, then he realized and shifted his feet to the right. However, Wildan seemed to be able to read his thoughts, he also shifted his steps until his position was still facing Galuh.

The girl then shifted her steps again, Wildan repeated it again. The girl went awry, then looked up at Wildan. A slight smile on Wildan's lips brought out her dimples. He then shifted his steps and walked past Galuh. As soon as the man went away, Galuh continued to watch the departure of Wildan.

The situation was not separated from the attention of Wistara. He seemed to be thinking something. Since earlier he alternately observed the attitude of Galuh and Wildan, and he was smart enough to find the strangeness between them.

"Total everything one hundred thirty five five hundred rupiah, Mas Wistara." Galuh broke the silence by mentioning the price that Wistara had to pay. But unfortunately his attitude is still observing the departure of Wildan could not be separated from the attention of Wistara.

The bespectacled man then took out his wallet and handed three bills of five thousand dollars to Galuh. As soon as Galuh walked to the cashier, he immediately turned his seat and now faced with Arya who enjoyed the black pepper beef menu ordered by Wistara for Wildan.

"Mas, you owe me an explanation"" wistara whispered with a sharp look at Arya. Arya, who was still chewing food in her mouth, choked until she coughed.

***

Wildan stopped his black sports car in front of a dead-end alley. He gripped the steering wheel of his car while retaining heat not only in his eyes, but also in his chest.

"Wildan, your father collapsed again, hurry here." Mona's voice across the phone made Wildan strain her veins. Pictured in his head was his father's face lying stiff on the bed, just like when he saw his mother's body a few years ago.

Wildan who happened to be in his apartment immediately removed the thick blanket from his body. He hurried to wear gray sports trousers and a gray jacket just in case the air became very cold. He only had time to fix the position of his white shirt while taking the contact of the car on the nightstand.

Without thinking about anything else, he just ran away. Fortunately, the road was not so congested tonight, so he did not take long to arrive at the hospital.

Mona was still sitting on the lips of the bed where Cakrabuana lay weak. He saw Wistara also just arrived at the hospital still wearing a doctor's coat. They passed each other, but did not talk much, using only eye signals.

"Dad, I'm here, with Wistara."Wildan whispered in Cakrabuana's ear. The middle-aged man's eyes grew more and more muffled as it opened. His body became increasingly thin. The man smiled faintly, then his hand waved towards Wildan, asking him to come closer.

"Dad is waiting ...." Cakrabuana's speech is like a blow to Wildan. His eyes instantly warmed up, but he tried with all his might so that the warm spikelets would not flow down his cheeks.

"Wait a minute, Dad." For the first time kalina Wildan said with confidence in front of his father. I don't know where the power came from to say that.

Cakrabuana then blinked his eyes, and his hands were lowered. "Dad, take a break."

Wildan stroked the back of his father's hand, while holding the pain in the chest. After a long time, he let his father fall asleep. He glanced at Wistara who looked very tired still standing opposite him, beside Mona.

Then they moved away from the bed, letting their father rest. Wildan gestured to Wistara to get out of the room.

"You still have work?"

"Yes, I'm."

"Go Away, Honey. Let Auntie take care of your father. You too, Wildan. Go. If anything, I'll call you."

Wildan and Wistara looked at each other. Wistara then said, "All right, Aunty. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you. And ... thank you for always being with me."

Mona rubbed Wistara's left arm, then threw a smile. "Of course I have to accompany your father. Because he is my aunt's husband. Go on, Baby."

Wistara nodded slowly, then patted Wildan's arm. After that, he passed away leaving Wildan and Mona who were still standing in the same place.

"How? Have you contacted Celine?"

Wildan shook his head, but did not make a sound. In his heart churned too many things, making him uneasy.

"Trust Me, Honey. Consider it the right move for your father's recovery. I understand how you feel right now."

"I will never understand."Wildan then passed by leaving Mona who was surprised by his words. The woman then stroked her chest again.

"I can't trust you, Mona."Wildan muttered as he gripped the steering wheel for the umpteenth time. He glanced at the simple house at the end of the alley dead end. The lights have been turned off except for the porch lights.

A few days ago, he sat on the bench and looked up at the clear night sky. He seemed to find peace at the time.

This time, Wildan seemed to want to calm his mind there. No one knows what will happen if he spends a little time there, just to calm down.

Without turning off the engine, he got out of the car and then walked to one of the same benches. Although the air was cold enough, Wildan was reluctant to take his jacket. Only a plain white T-shirt was worn.

He sat on the bench, leaned back on the back of his chair, and looked up at the night sky. For a moment he felt a little peace. He can breathe longer without feeling as heavy as usual. He then closed his eyes.

His memory came back when his father was still in good shape. They often engage in serious conversations about the company. When he was with his father, he seemed to find his life. Talking to each other and being connected makes them like to lose track of time.

The fruit falls not far from the tree. The saying is worth describing between himself and his father. They have similarities and common hobbies.

"Mr. Wildan, What Are you doing here?"