
"I owe you an explanation, Rinai."
I turned around and looked at Taka after closing the door. My family and Ma'am Aga just got home after an awkward dinner. How not, my brother repeatedly invited my husband to talk about the past right in front of the Son.
"Okay, but let me clean up the kitchen first. Sit on the balcony, I'll make you a cup of coffee." Without waiting for an answer from Taka, I headed to the kitchen. During that time, I tried to calm down and dampen my emotions. I didn't want to think anything negative before hearing Taka's explanation.
Ting!
The phone that was ringing distracts me. Afraid that the message came from one of the families who might have left behind, I dried my hands and hurried to see the phone.
[So I didn't think you were married to Hiro. Even though he's famous now, don't forget Dek, you know his origin. He's nothing more than a stupid kid dropping out of school! Qualitatively he is far from the Son. Big brother wonder, you could have married him, Dek!]
The message I read made my forehead wrinkle. How do you know if Taka dropped out of school? He wouldn't know if it wasn't Taka who told him. That meant their relationship was close enough that big brother knew about it.
My feelings are getting bad. Lazily, I threw my phone on the sofa and went to the bedroom to sleep. I forgot if my husband was still waiting on the balcony.
***
I woke up when the sun was shining. My head was dizzy from being agitated all night. I sleep, but somehow my brain still thinks.
Out of the room, I've found the apartment in a neat condition. There was a piece of paper that Taka had stuck on the refrigerator door, saying that he went to see Shinoda because he had an accident and apologized for not waking me up. Remembering something, I looked for my phone which turned out to be on the table. Lots of messages came in and almost everything was from the older brother. There was only one message from Mbak Aga among those messages.
***
After lunch, I was just sitting in one of the cafes near Tokyo Station when Mbak Aga walked in and waved. Earlier this morning, he sent a message and asked if I could meet him before he returned to Shinjuku. I responded and sent a message to Taka to let him know if I was going outside the apartment to look around.
"There's something you have to tell me, Dek." Ma'am Aga looked at me seriously after ordering a cup of coffee.
"About big brother and Taka, right?" ask directly.
His words made my head start to throb, "What's the matter with my brother and husband, Ma'am?"
Ma'am Aga sipped his coffee that had just been delivered. "This all happened while we were in college in Shinjuku. Every holiday, we students from Indonesia always go out together to just eat at a cafe or watch a movie. Because we often visit a cafe, we get to know Takahiro. At that time, your husband often appeared with his group to entertain cafe visitors. They also perform every time the summer festival is held. Because we meet so often, we become friends."
I looked at Mbak Aga fixed and waited for the continuation of the story.
"We were quite familiar with Hiro and talked often. Hiro is friendly to everyone, especially to us who are immigrants. At that time, Miss told Mbak that she fell in love with Hiro. Unfortunately, Hiro only considers Missing nothing more than a friend. Miss often tells her activities with Hiro to Mbak every time he comes home from after meeting. Until finally, one day long to come home crying."
"Why?" manya curious.
"Hiro rejects the feeling of longing and says if he likes another girl" replied Ma'am Aga.
"It makes Miss heartbreak for days, especially after tau ...."
"What?" I put my ears up to hear the voice of Madam Aga.
" ... After finding out if the girl Hiro likes is you."
"How can you?" many surprised.
"Why not? You often visit Miss with your parents when he was in college. At that time, Miss told Hiro about her family and she had seen you in the cafe with your family several times. Even you know if several times too, Hiro gave a small gift for you through Miss. Whether he told you or not."
My memories are faintly starting to appear. I remember when I visited my sister, she once told me that she was close to a Japanese man. Several times he went home to the apartment with his hands which he admitted was a gift from the man. However, somehow my brother's face at that time looked annoyed.
"I guess, Hiro also just realized when he met Miss last night. If you were his first love."