Make It Right

CHAPTER 2

Singto woke up to the harsh sunlight on his face, and he brought his arm to shield his eyes from the unforgiving light and groaned softly. The birds are chirping outside, and the room felt warm so Singto knew the rain has stopped. He peeked underneath his arm to look at the wall clock opposite where he was lying, and saw that it was past 10 already.

Weird, Krist would have usually woken him up around 9 to have breakfast together.

Getting up from the bed, he rubbed at his sleepy eyes and made way to the living room. And he was greeted with silence. He looked around the empty space. At the balcony, where Krist usually is to water his plants; at the kitchen, where Krist usually greeted him good morning while brewing some coffee for both of them; or  at the couch, where Krist usually had his morning coffee and watched some news on television.

But there was no Krist.

He went to the guest room, Krist's room and peeked inside, only to see it was spotless and the bedsheet was also changed to before Krist moved in. It was like no one has even live in there before. Panicked, he rushed to open the wardrobe in the room and saw it was as spotless as the room, with only a few towels and bathrobe he put there when he was tidying up the room when he first moved into the house. He stepped back, emotions reeling in his minds.

Has he hurt Krist so much that the younger left him?

He was brought back to reality when the bell rings, indicating someone was here. He stood unmoving, unsure, before something clicked in his mind.

Krist!

He ran to the front door, snatched the door handle and a moment before he opened the door, a thought came across his mind.

Why would Krist rings the bell?

And the sight that greeted him behind the door made his legs felt almost like a jelly, his hand on the door handle slipped away. He felt all blood drained from his face as he stared, and stared, and stared at the person in front of him.

"P? P! P'Sing! Are you okay? Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?" The person in front of him waved his hand to his face, trying to get his attention. When he didn't get any, he pouted, adjusting his round spectacles and just walked pass the deadpanned Singto, his small shoulder brushed the older's chest. And the feeling was so real. So real it couldn't be a dream.

Singto turned to where the younger was, putting a plastic bag on the counter and started heating up the microwave before he looked up to Singto, his pout still visible on his face.

"Hey, P'Sing! Snapped out of it already, you're the one who wanted me to accompany you to the fitting today. Why are you trying to look shocked? You hurt my feelings, you know. I know you and Krist are going to get married, but I can't even come to your house? Geez, and I even bought you breakfast too." He said sulkily as he moved about in the kitchen, a hint of sadness in his voice. Singto blinked as he moved closer to the younger, he couldn't believe his eyes still.

"Fitting?" He heard himself asked, his voice came out hoarse to his ears.

The younger man rolled his eyes and huffed, seemingly annoyed with him. "Yes! Fitting for your wedding suit. You asked me to accompany you since Krist has work to do, did you forget already?" Singto blanched at that, remembering well the day he asked this person to accompany him for a fitting. But that was...that was....

"Hello, P'Sing?! Are you still in there, or am I just talking to your body right now?" The person already had his hands on his hips, looking at him with confused eyes.

"What...what day is today?" Singto asked, and the younger groaned dramatically. "Great, now you're showing symptom of dementia already. Poor Krist, my heart goes out to him." He said, putting his palm on his heart in a mock gesture, but when Singto still giving him a serious look, he sighed and said, "Its 25th."

"January?" Singto asked with a frown, and the man in front of him look equally confused now before he nodded, "...yes."

"What year is it?" He asked again, and if the younger looked confused before he looked terrified now. "P'Sing, are you okay? Did you knock your head somewhere during sleep? I realised you look very pale since I arrived. Should I call Krist?" He moved away from the counter, his hand touched Singto's head gently to make sure he hadn't hurt himself before Singto backed away from the touch, but not before grabbing the lithe wrist in his grip. Oh, how he missed this hand, how he missed this touch.

"I'm...fine. Just answer me, please." He saw the younger gulped, before answering.

"It's 2013."

Singto had to steady himself with the nearby chair as he felt his knees weakened to the news, before Bank rushed to his side and help him sit on the chair. "P, I don't think you're okay right now. I'm going to call Krist." He said as he pulled out his phone, his fingers trembled slightly as they hovered above the keypad, his brows creased with worry before Singto snatched the phone away from him.

"P!" The younger hollered at the unexpected move.

Singto sighed as he put away the phone on the table and when Bank tried to reach for his phone back he locked his grip on the younger's wrist and shook his head slightly. "I'll be fine, I promise. Just...give me a minute, okay? And please, don't call Krist. He's the last person I want to-" Singto halted as Bank gave him a look. "He's the last person I want to worry right now. Can you get me some water?" He looked pleadingly at Bank before reluctantly let go of his wrist.

"I don't know what's wrong, but if you're sick or something you can always tell me P. I'm worried about you right now." Bank said after a beat of silence as he grabbed a water bottle inside the fridge. Then he turned to look at Singto with serious gaze. "You'll tell me if something's wrong right?"

Singto hold the gaze Bank threw at him with a soft look.

Bank.

Bank really is here, with him, alive. So much alive. Well...for not much longer anyway because in 7 days Singto will lose him. Singto will lose him to that tragic accident. He doesn't understand how this happened, and why. But one thing he knew is that he's not gonna make the same mistake happened, not when he's been given a chance to change it. He's gonna make everything right again this time.

Yes. He's gonna make everything right.

He smiled to himself before he once again took hold of the younger wrist and pulled him into a hug. He missed the boy so much that he felt like if he let go the boy will once again disappear. He tightened the hug to the small body.

"P? What's wrong?" He heard Bank asked but he just shook he's head and closed his eyes, drowned in the feelings of finally having the younger in his arm again. "Nothing. I think I'm happy. I'm just happy." And he smiled as he felt fingers combed through his hair.

After a few minutes, he let go of the younger and rub soothing circle on the inside of the thin wrist and smiled at Bank, who looked confused. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you before, but this time I promise you I will never left your side ever again. I promise you I'll protect you no matter what."

I promise I'll save you this time.