The Wavering Hawk [ENGLISH]

P17. I Trust You

"I see you're learning like a good kid."

I looked down on the tab on my lap, reading the story he left. It was actually rather sickening with so much colors, pictures, and very few letters written on it, but it was bearable, since every character of this book showed me something interesting, even with a highlighted letters for me.

"Not really."

How strange. I remember laughed that time. At least, it sounds like someone's laugh. But now, I couldn't even pulled the corner of my lips.

"Interesting on that?" He sat beside my bed.

Not really, except for the expression I learnt from this single electronic book. "Do you have something?"

"Not really."

"Then, I can request your immediate leaving."

Mika clicked his tongue. "Insensitive creature." He leaned forward, one hand under his chin. "So, you want to talk about something."

He didn't right, but didn't completely wrong either.

"Latifah." When that name came out of my mouth, he tensed. His smile gone. "She was the one you called 'friend'. And you seemed to know her a lot." And I heard you called her Princess.

Mika smiled sourly at me. "You sure knew that she is the daughter of current president of Hadriah, right?"

I knew that. I remembered it the moment General Ares injected that serum to me.

"But little knew, we were childhood friend." He looked down, as if there was something on the white floor below that interested him. "For as long as I knew, that girl was just like that: a girl that think they can do all things on their own."

I turned off the tab and saw my own grim expression on the black glass of it. The image of Reana appeared in my mind. So, they were truly alike after all.

"You were the first Maha I knew could shed tears upon someone's death ... unlike our other patients that had the same case like you." He snickered. "Geez, we tried so hard to bring you lot back to normal, but here I am, hoping you stayed for—

"That's why you gave me this thing." I concluded, lifting the tab. "So I could ... show emotions on my face?"

"You've got some new brain cells, I see." Mika curved a slight smile on his face. "Showed them was one thing, but feeling them was entirely another level. Especially towards someone special, like friend."

Upon hearing that word once again, an intense pain struck my chest.

"But with you...." Mika continued. "Rather than feel the real thing, seeing you really understand emotions was more interesting. My mind feel like going to blow up if you told me you understand what I feel."

I didn't know that, not for more than twenty percent probabilities. Emotions were too abstract to be counted with numbers. The error and the margin were also indefinite. An image of a young woman who tended to act carelessly and never put herself first. The plague, the tide of war, nothing seemed help me to be at ease.

"Mika?" The guy turned at me. "Do you know Reana Melista?"

This time, instead of answer, what I got from Mika was a furrowing brows and suspicious look. Then, for more than two seconds, he sealed his mouth. But then he sighed.

"I knew."

"Latifah's friend?"

"I can't answer that." Mika shrugged. "That wasn't my stories to tell."