Unfinished Stories

crush - part 2

50% English, 50% Indo

First love is more likely to be experienced as unique and perfect, with an emphasis on togetherness, sharing, and communication. First love is characterized by idealism, innocence, emotional connection, reciprocal involvement, orientation to the future, and desire for a pervasive presence of the loved one.

Konstantin was, and still her first love. No, Konstantin is love itself for Helena. Her hearts belong to him, from the time she couldn't remember and it will last forever.

Man who laid in front of her is not Konstantin. Helena couldn't find a piece of him that she knows very well.

Konstantin was known as masculine one despite of his feminine-looking face. His arms was build by muscles. His shoulder was as broad as the sky, Helena often imagine about what it would feel like if you lay on those shoulder. His smiles visually pleasing, brighten up her day. Like a whole town could light up with that, also.

But now, those all are changed. His arms no longer muscular, it's now look very thin and stiff. His right elbow now flexed and his fingers balled into tight fists, it lay aimlessly on his chest. His other hand is bent similarly, but his wrists are twisted.

His shoulder look so stiff and bony. His collarbone are even visible, indicate how thin he is in present. His bright beautiful smile changed to now wide-open mouth that let out some string of drools. Konstantin doesn't supposed to look like like this in his early 27.

He supposed to look like his father. Grow to be well-built man and marry woman that his family chosen. And may be have a cute little family with two kids, or three. Konstantin supposed to attend some meetings today, or having a spare time to play golf with his client to build a deals. At least, that what Helena thoughts.

He doesn't belong here. Lay still without any acknowledgement about his surroundings.

"Mungkin Nona Helena ingin melihat-lihat kamar Tristan? Bagaimanapun, Anda akan menghabiskan sebagian besar jam kerja Anda disini." Nyonya Aiyana bersuara, menyedot kembali focus Helena ke realita.

"Apakah boleh, Nyonya?" Tanya Helena ragu-ragu.

Nyonya Aiyana mengangguk. Gestur tubuhnya menyuruh Helena untuk mengikutinya.

Helena mencuri pandang sesekali pada Konstantin yang terbaring di ranjangnya. Dia melenguh sedikit, mungkin menyadari bahwa ibunya pergi dan sekarang dia sendirian. Sekali lagi, Helena merasa jantungnya melompat dari dadanya.

Wanita cantik itu kemudian membawa Helena ke dalam sebuah ruangan yang ternyata adalah closet milik Konstantin. Seperti yang Helena duga, walk in closet itu terlihat seperti toko baju brand mahal yang biasa ia lihat di mall. Barang di dalamnya beragam, mulai dari pakaian formalnya macam setelan tuxedo dan dasi, kaus, hoodie, sweater, kemeja, dan lainnya. Hingga koleksi jam tangan dan sepatunya yang terpajang rapi.

"Anda bisa mencari semua kebutuhan Tristan disini kecuali obat-obatan. Pakaian favoritnya adalah hoodie, dan dia jarang memakai celana pendek kecuali ketika cuaca sangat panas. Tolong pastikan dia memakai topi setiap pergi keluar ruangan." Jelas Nyonya Aiyana.

Helena mendengarkan lebih focus. Dia tak boleh melupakan detail sekecil apapun dari dalam diri Konstantin. Helena sebisa mungkin akan membuatnya nyaman, in every state that he's in right now.

"Anda bisa menemukan handuk disini. Seprai dan selimut akan diganti setiap hari oleh pelayan, Nona tidak perlu khawatir soal itu, Anda hanya perlu mengurusi kebutuhan pribadi Tristan dari jam 6 pagi hingga 6 sore. Selebihnya, saya dan ayahnya bergantian menjaga Tristan."