Beautiful In Dark
18. Reply Hand Out
Is the world that small, though,
or are we ... do we have been destined?
Anwar went into his room which looked like a ship had broken up because of the arrival of his friends. The tall, tan-skinned young man threw a bag of crackles filled with soft drinks and snacks at the Son who was sitting on the floor with Sandi, they both focused on holding the PS stick and eyes looking at the TV screen.
“Sick woy,” says Son had time-four.
“Content, dear,” said Sandi rather loudly made Putra stab the young man's head.
“Tag noh dear lo. My father's pet goat,” chirps and then dropped down on the bed, joined with Darka who had been lying with his hands busy playing the hape.
“Why your face is serious like looking at debt installments,” said Anwar peek at the Darka hape screen. Unfortunately, not yet had time to see, Darka had kept him away from Anwar's sight.
“What the hell lo,” said Darka realized after calming his surprise. “Kepo bener.”
Anwar squinted his eyes. “Lo definitely again stalking someone,” guess Anwar.
“No,” said Darka dodged, then suddenly remembered something. “Eh, you came to tell me I know Abra right?”
“Ho’oh.” Anwar nodded steadily. “Why?”
“Hmmm...begin..” Darka looks doubtful, unsure if his best friend can help.
“Leave to say ribet terat.” The son suddenly nodded.
“Why, Dar? Lo fancied?” ask Sandi without sin. Directly Darka cursed violently, making the two guys sitting on the floor laugh softly.
“Lo is familiar with him? Can you help me?”
“Why do you help?”
“So gini...” said Darka explained his plan to Anwar. The plan he had put together since last night, which in hopes could also help Lita.
***
Lita clucked irritably, her legs tattered, not accepting Darka's advice which she thought she was very, very unwilling to do. Especially now that he was sitting in a cafe that was very familiar with him first.
The place he often went to when he was dating Abra first.
“I anyway gamau, Dar,” protest Lita.
Darka pointed his index finger at Lita's lips, but did not touch her.
“Diem,” says Darka. “This is your chance. Don't be wasted.”
“Gue can take care of my own problems.”
“When, huh? When to take care of,” scolding Darka sharp. “Mending finished now rather than waiting tomorrow-tomorrow. Could be until next year meet next year again will not run the same problem lo him.”
Lita bit her lips slowly. His hands were cold sweat. The girl was nervous, sitting restlessly in her seat.
“My horror,” said Darka made Lita look at Darka.
“Although he does not believe the same words you later, the point now is lo honest. Lo is honest with him, and honest with yourself,” said Darka advising.
“But kan—“
“Udah ah lo stay talk doang to si Abra. If he's a macem-macem, look at me.” Darka turned his head, pointing at the empty chair not far from where Lita and Abra were sitting later. “Gue is there. Sit monitor you both.”
“Dar, the abracadabra dah dateng.”
Anwar emerged from the front door of the cafe while walking quickly towards Darka. Darka immediately got up from his seat, for a moment he clenched his hands up.
“Enlightenment, neng. After all the business was the same ex, just dealing again with me yes,” said Darka in a coquettish tone.
Anwar immediately pulled the collar of the man's shirt from behind. Darka shrieked softly, but also stepped with Anwar towards their hiding place.
Lita took a breath, throwing it away slowly. His footsteps drew closer to where he was sitting. The girl was convinced that it was Abra.
“Hmm, Abra.”
Abra turned his head, finding Lita sitting quietly. The young man's high eyes widened, not expecting to meet his ex-girlfriend here.
“Ngapain lo here?” ask the young man.
“Ngg—gue—”
“Don't the Anwar nipu me, again,” muttered the young man reached into his pocket taking a hape, intending to contact Anwar.
“Actually I want to meet lo.”
Abra frowned, smiling sarcastically at the girl. “Lo? Meet ama me?” tanyanya cynic. “So the gamon is the same I want to meet here?”
“Not that. I want to talk to you about lo.” Lita changed her once somber expression to flat and solemn.
Had enough. This girl doesn't need to put on a face to be pitied in front of this little guy like Abra.
“Gue seriously, Abra. There's something to be done between me same lo.” Lita looked at Abra sharply, making the young man not warty. Abra just nodded then took a sitting position in front of Lita.
“This is about the incident when we just broke up.”
Abra clucking. “Oh, the?”
Lita nodded, “Actually the nyek lo that time, not me.”
“Not lo?” ask Abra not to believe it. “Obviously it's lo and lo still keep saying it's not lo?”
“Body is my body, but it is not my soul,” said Lita firmly. “And please don't talk until I clear everything to you. Understand?”
Abra was stunned to hear Lita's words that every word was full of emphasis. The girl's aura was really strong until Abra did not recognize who this girl was.
“Name Rena. He once liked you. He said he likes you, but he always refuses. In fact, until he was sick to death, you never once saw him.”
Abra close her lips. His eyes widened at the name of the girl. “Rena? Rena is dead?”
Lita nodded. “He came to me because he was upset. I never took her last message to elo, because you also already hate me.”
He said, you never play with women's feelings again. At least, if you do not like the girl who expressed her feelings first to you, do not embarrass her. Refuse subtly, not spelled out as a cheap girl.”
Lita sighed for a while. “Kalo lo had time, come to his grave. Apologize, and pray for him.”
Abra looked very surprised, all the guy did was shut up and make Lita snort small.
The girl advanced herself to look at Abra more closely. “Praying also for yourself. Let's not like the pain of people's feelings.”
Abra looked away, unable to look at the face of Lita who still had a flat expression in front of her. The handsome young man suddenly lost his word. His tongue was confused to hear the explanation of his ex-girlfriend.
“Maybe this doesn't make sense to you. But, that's the truth,” said Lita again.
Lita shifted her chair back, then got up from her seat. “Gue sense, our problem is finished. May lo—“
“Lo know where Rena's grave is?”
Lita raised an eyebrow, feeling happy that the young man finally burst out as well. He mentioned the place where Rena was buried. Without many words, Abra left first. Leaving behind Lita who was already smiling, feeling relieved had revealed everything.
The girl looked towards Darka and also Anwar. The two young men smiled happily, looking at Lita's expression as soon as sumringah.
The two young men had just quietly listened, so they realized. What turned Lita into a reclusive person was the incident of an unexpected past she had experienced.
Lita then looked at Darka who was raising both thumbs up as a sign he was proud of Lita. The girl then fell silent. Remembering the past stories experienced by Darka.
He still remembers that Darka is a fragile human being. And Lita intends to straighten things out too.
****
Lita left an hour early to work. Tonight, he is not escorted by Darka because the young man is having fun with Putra, Anwar and Sandi. More precisely, entertaining Putra because he just broke up from his girlfriend.
Lita goes into the costume room. This room was the room where they were getting ready.
Lita frowned, finding Siska sitting in the corner of the room, looking down while folding her hands on her chest. The girl was intending to get closer, but Siska had already raised her head first.
Siska smiled at Lita. But there was something strange about her smile.
Like Siska's smile.
Lita jerked slowly. He took a few steps back, realizing that now what he saw was not Siska, his co-worker.
“You instantly sensitized apparently.”
Lita's face turned into surprise. The girl stepped back further back. Feeling afraid why Siska was suddenly possessed like now.
More so that voice. A voice he had never heard before.
“Si—si—who are you?” Lita's getting scared. Now, the ghost inside Siska's body was smiling. Even though her smile seemed friendly, Lita was still frightened.
“You don't need to fear.”
“Do not approach.”
The ghost stopped in place. Lita turned her face, did not dare to see the face of Siska— more precisely the ghost that was in Siska's body.
“Do not be afraid. I just came for a while, kok,” said the ghost softly.
“Turns tell me who you are. This serious I'm so scared.” Lita whines, only this time feeling afraid of ghosts when usually he is not like this.
I don't know. He also doesn't know why.
“I Sifa.”
Lita's whine stopped. Slowly, the girl raised her face, finding the ghost already smiling at her again.
“I Sifa, her sister Darka.”
***
