8. Call Me Honey

“I can't let her go. I have to catch up with her, Assalamualaikum "

Lina stepped in the direction of Sazkia's run. Only a few minutes Sazkia left her but She failed to find the poor girl who was now injured. Lina gasped for breath. She was standing in the middle of a rice field, looking around her, looking for the figure of Sazkia.

"Why, what are you doing here, Sista?"

A man in a military shirt approached. Lina who was confused could only look at the man in front of her with a blank gaze. The man looked at her face carefully, looking for answers to the questions he had asked. Lina who didn't notice his presence just stared at him.

"Are you in trouble? It's dangerous here. There is a possibility of further landslides occurring. Let's go back to camp. "

Lina shook her head. The tears that had been dammed up earlier slowly melted. She was afraid of losing Sazkia. The body that She had been bracing for a while, was shaking. Her sobs began to be heard. Prasetyo looked at Lina in surprise. He did not understand the problem Lina was facing. Suddenly her body trembled and suddenly sobbed for no reason.

"Tell me what your problem is so I can provide a solution!"

"My friend is gone"

"Who is your friend?"

“She ran somewhere. I've left the camp far away but haven't found her until now. "

Prasetyo nodded. He looked around, trying to find the girl Lina had just told him about. A few minutes of gazing, he could not find the shadow of a running girl.

"Are you sure She ran over here?"

Lina nodded. Without being commanded, Both of them looked around once again. Several times they looked far ahead but still they had not found Sazkia.

"I am Prasetya. Come on to camp. Maybe your friend is already there. "

Lina nodded. She surrendered to the situation. The rain, which had delayed the evacuation since morning, made nature appear dark. There was still some drizzle, even if only a little. Lina followed Prasetya's steps towards the camp, where all the volunteers gathered to wait for the rain to stop.

Meanwhile, Sazkia, who had run away from the camp, now reached a river where the water was swift and murky. She was stunned. There was a real horror but somehow courage from where forced her to step closer to the river bank. She sat on a large rock just below the acacia tree.

Her eyes were far away. She imagined the face of Qomar who looked at her with hatred. Accusing her of something She did at all. Sazkia felt very hurt. If only Qomar would have just looked and observed the wound on Syamsa's leg and heard Sazkia's explanation, perhaps Qomar would have been able to understand that the wound on Syamsa's leg was an old wound that was intentionally injured.

"God, it hurts to hear accusations from people I love." Said Sazkia while wiping her tears with the hem of her shirt.

“I know I was wrong for loving a boy like Brother Qomar. But am I wrong if I defend myself for what I didn't do? ”Muttered Sazkia while looking up at the sky.

"Of course you can defend yourself."

Sazkia turned to the source of the voice behind her. She was stunned. A strong man was standing behind her, putting his hands in his trousers pockets. Sazkia rubbed her eyes, confirming that the boy was a human. Not a ghost or an imitation.

“Who. . . Who are you? '

Sazkia's hands trembled. He wanted to run away from that creepy place.

"I? What is the importance of me to you? What I want to say is be patient even though Allah tests you with a big test "

Sazkia lowered her head. She did not rub her eyes again. People say ghosts will disappear in the blink of an eye. If you rub your eyes and he's still there, that means he's human. Not a ghost like what She had in mind.

The man in front of Sazkia smiled at Sazkia's behavior. He shook his head. The hand that he had originally put in his pocket he slowly pulled out. He stretched out his hand trying to make Sazkia stand up. Sazkia who saw the man trying to touch her immediately refused. She supported her body with both hands.

“In a situation like this time, it's no use for you to defend yourself. I know who's wrong and who's right. But still, I don't allow you to leave your friends in this very dangerous place. ”

Sazkia was silent. she only heard what the man in front of her said. he still couldn't believe that in her uncomfortable situation like now, there was still someone care about  her

"I don't want to kill myself."

“Ha ha ha, who would have thought you were going to kill yourself, Miss? I know you are a diligent worshiper. You will think twice about plunging your body into the river where the water flows like that. "

"Then? Why did you follow me? '

The man in front of Sazkia shrugged his shoulders.

"Because I care."

Sazkia looked away. she hates the caring men in front of her. This was the first time they met. To be precise, Sazkia had just seen his presence at Gebang rejo.

"What do you care about me for? I'm not sall of you. "

"Hah. I have no idea."

The man in front of Sazkia stepped his foot in front of Sazkia. He immediately sat in front of the stubborn girl he wanted to help. Seeing the man's behavior, Sazkia snorted in annoyance.

"Get out of my sight and go back to camp!" exclaimed Sazkia, making the man stunned.

"You kicked me out?"

"It's good if you think like that."

"If I don't want to?"

The man in front of Sazkia looked at Sazkia's face. The longer he got closer. Sazkia leaned back, trying to avoid him. The man smiled.

"Whatever. I'm in the mood to be alone. "

The man in front of Sazkia immediately took a step, not leaving her, but sitting next to her.

"Why are you sitting here?" Asked Sazkia while shifting his body. She wanted to stand up but was immediately prevented.

"Sit down!"

"No."

"Don't ever come back in a state of your heart still frantic like that."

"Who care?"

"I care about you. If I don't care, I won't follow you. "

"Stop thinking about the whole world."

"But I don't think so."

"You look at me as a weak woman who would only end life because of such a trivial matter, right?"

The man shook his head. He didn't know why Sazkia thought that to him. He became increasingly interested in Sazkia. The angrier She got, the more pleasant She looked. The fierce attitude She showed really caught her attention.

"No."

"Otherwise, why are you here?"

"I have no idea"

"Stop following me or I'll hate you for the rest of my life."

"Promise yourself to stay in control of your emotions even if you don't want to."

Sazkia was getting irritated. All the statements that the man made really made her think. They had just met, but he already dared to order.

"Why do I have to follow your words?"

"You? Why are you so stubborn? At least be a little cute because I was really worried a lot about you. "

"Ok, thank you."

"I don't need you to say that."

"Then?"

"Get back to camp!"

"Not now.'

"Oh my God. What is your heart made of that you are such stubborn? This is a disaster prone area. You're not allowed to linger here at all because. . . . . "

Splash

A voice startled them. Sazkia, who still insisted on staying on the rock, looked for a moment at the face of the man next to her who was also looking at her. Their gazes met, causing Sazkia to immediately lower her head.

"You are beautiful."

"I know."

"Ha ha ha, it turns out you know when it's pretty?"

"When my mother give me birth I was beautiful. Never handsome at all. "

“Ha ha ha, you are cute. But still I just need you back to camp. "

"I still want to be here"

"Ok, alright. I accompany you until you are satisfied. "

"Sir, You may go. I just need to be alone. "

"No. You are stubborn. "

"If you didn't interfere in my business from earlier I would have been gentle."

Sazkia was silent while observing the movement of the water.

"I'm Suseno" said the man in front of Sazkia, holding out his hand. Sazkia looked at the hand stretched out in front of her without unwilling to welcome him.

"Sazkia."

"I know."

"What? How do you know?" asked Sazkia curiously.

Seno smiled mockingly. He knew Sazkia was embarrassed. Don't have the guts to look at him. He wanted to sneer at Sazkia but Seno didn't. Sazkia, who felt that she was already suffocated in front of Seno, lowered her head. She was ashamed of Seno who always looked at her. She was ashamed of Seno who was still looking at her. She knew, Seno wasn't mocking at all, but for some reason, Sazkia always felt cornered.

Whatever She reveals will be broken easily. Seno seemed to know what and how Sazkia had been.

"Anyone knows what your name is." Once again Sazkia looked at Seno.

"Anyone?"

"Yes. All the volunteers here know. "

"How do they know?" asked Sazkia irritably.

“Many of your friends are calling your name. I hear it often. "

"Oh."

"Why Oh?"

Sazkia shook her head.

"It's okay, sir."

"What? Sir? Do I look so old that you call me Sir? "

"Then what should you call?"

"Seno"

"No, Never."

"Why? You must want. "

“Mom always said that I shouldn't call people just by name. Unless he's the same age as me. "

"Good. Call me honey, OK? "

"Honey?"

"Em. Why? Shocked? "

"There is no reason for me to call you by Honey. Too romantic. "

"It's okay, right?"

"Ok, Uncle. I'll be going. "

Sazkia stood up then ran away from Suseno. Suseno who was not ready for Sazkia's behavior just shook his head. His smile still spreads on his lips.

"You have to pay a high price because you have called me, Uncle, Sazkia."

Sazkia who had left the river immediately ran to the health room, looking for Syamsa's whereabouts and She intended to clarify everything.