BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO
2. Bimasene
NADIAS
Saung Natural Charm.
That's the name where Mithalia invited us to a small reunion of classmates when we were in High School.
The atmosphere is very comfortable to be used as a refreshing place. The atmosphere is presented to visitors, which is back to nature with a rustic restaurant design.
The main facility that is the main attraction in this place is a row of saung that become a place to eat visitors. Saung-saung surrounds a very large fish pond like a lake. The tiles are made from the leaves of the reeds, so it is very comfortable to relax and very eye-catching.
Mithalia chose a big saung for us. There were two long tables inside the saung that we occupied. Saung facing the swimming pool. Behind the saung there are green trees that shade the parking lot below.
It is not useless to waste time and energy to come to a place very far away, which is located on the edge of this city. Moreover, to treat the gerrymandering caused by a small debate with Tristan before leaving for this place. The almost daily debate happens.
"For a long time, could it be faster? the place was quite far away," Tristan scolded from behind the door of the room with a grumbling face.
"Patience, in a moment."
"And I'll just go to the condo."
"Aren't you proud to have a beautiful wife?"
"Beauty at 30 is nothing to be proud of. What do you get with your beauty? Even your S1 diploma doesn't have one. What we can be proud of at this age is the achievements we have gained."
It's true what my husband said, but not his words offended me.
"Why did you marry me if you weren't proud of me? why don't you find someone as smart as you?"
"It's not time to debate that anymore Nadia" he said, leaving me in the room.
Lately I've been thinking about taking the S1. Not because of pursuing a degree or a science degree. Just so my husband doesn't demean me too much in terms of education.
At the age of 30 years new take S1? isn't it too late? That's what makes me doubt. While there are even friends who already bear the title of S2 and take his S3.
Not long after that, his voice sounded half-calling.
"Nadiaaaa, manhunt."
"You go first. I can go there myself."
Indeed, he did not understand that women have special rituals and a longer time when they want to travel.
But he kept waiting even with a grumbling face.
Along the way to Saung Pesona Alam we were more silent, just talking something very important.
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Almost everyone who confirmed being present was already sitting in a saung. Chat exciting while enjoying the beautiful atmosphere of the afternoon when the sun will return to the place of the contest.
The sunset portrait looks very beautiful with a orange tinge in the beautiful sky. The garden lights began to light up, dim yellow, with the choir of pool water.
We were late in the conversation. I sat down with girlfriends. Talk about celebrity gossip, the latest fashion and also gossip of school friends.
Men with their own topics. Sometimes the ball, or the political situation of the homeland.
But our chatter suddenly stopped, and attention was drawn to a grey supercar trying to find a parking space behind our saung, saung number three.
"Wouw, the car is cool bingitz," one voice broke the silence. It looks like Alena's voice.
Male friends also pay attention to the new supercar.
"Audi R8" muttered Tristan, my husband.
After the supercar was fired, the driver got out of the car. Our attention turned back to the driver.
A tall, strapping man with black eyes came down from the car. He wore a casual slimfit suit also in grey complete with a tie.
"Wouuuw," unconsciously Mithalia muttered.
Very naturally, the object we saw now exceeded the view of the saung this afternoon.
It wasn't enough to get there, next to his car, the man opened his suit, then threw it in the car. Then the man opened his tie, also thrown inside, into the car seat. Lastly he took off his sunglasses and stored them on top of the car dashboard.
Some girlfriend's lips clucked. Including myself, even in my heart.
It is very interesting if the scene is repeated in slow motion. Like an advertisement on TV.
The man then rolled up the sleeves of his light blue shirt. Every little action that was done looked amazing. He accidentally spread his charm.
Unexpectedly, the man walked up to us and started to smile at us. The closer his face became clearer.
He walked towards us? who's the guy?
"That's Bimasena huh?" hentha's voice was heard between us. Then began to sound the noise of the women, over the figure who was walking to come to us.
"Who is Bimasena? hell time?"
"Feelings weren't that."
"It was so different from High School."
The men stood up to greet him.
"How are you, bro?" they shake men one by one, making small talk and taking off jokes. The man sat down next to Hendra.
Was that guy who was fat and tall a classmate first? Not talking much and more often sitting in the back seat in the corner?
How did I never notice her class time in High School?
A very significant change since fifteen years ago. Single female friends begin to get nervous. Attempting to get Bimasena's attention.
Perhaps the one who suited him the most was Mithalia. Besides being beautiful, Mithalia also comes from a family of being. But is he still single?
Bimasena laughed lightly and said,
"Don't ask how many pounds, ask first there's not yet his mother pounded."
Bimasena's answer was greeted by laughter from friends.
"It turns out it's still single?" goda Rahmania while giving the eye code to Mithalia. I already know what that means.
A very comforting answer for female friends who are still single.
One male friend's voice was heard asking again, Angga. "What's activity now Bro? where's the job?"
"Employee Bro. In a company,"
"What company?"
"Oil Bro."
"Fried oil, brine oil or oil?" Hendra.
Bimasena just laughed without giving an explanation about his work.
The employee? what is clear from his appearance he does not look like an ordinary employee.
Bimasena seems to be a talkative person. He only responds to the conversation of friends with one or two words, or just laughs.
His phone intermittently rang, it seemed like he was very busy, so it was not so focused on the topic that friends were talking about.
Bimasena began to circulate his views one by one to the friends in this saung while releasing a smile, and greeting some of them who had been familiar with it.
Me? I never remember when we talked to each other before. My mistake used to be just hanging out with certain people. Rich, office boy, pretty, handsome. So of course I'm embarrassed if I suddenly have to get along with him.
Not to mention my movements under the supervision of Tristan, who would say I was odd if it had to be like single female friends that were still getting closer and looking for Bimasena's attention.
I sat in my place. There's no point in coming any closer, don't I already have Tristan?.
Unlike Reyna or Mithalia, who had left her place near me to be near Bimasena.
The guy we never counted on and never did.
But strangely, why do I always steal a glance at him.
Is it not wrong to just admire the creature of God that one?
His figure is still mysterious, but from the car, as well as all the property attached to his body shows he is a high-class figure, but from the way he talks he is a closed person and maybe a low profile, he said, because I never brag about anything. I don't know if that's later.
While occasionally responding to Alfredo who was storytelling about his prowess, Bimasena again circulated his gaze.
It'll be right up to me.
Three.two..one....
Our eyes meet. He was stunned to see me and stopped circulating his gaze. Since he was stunned I became nervous, was there something wrong on my face? My makeup is too over? Is there food on my face?
He looked at me with eyes that could not be confirmed, and I stared back at him with question marks. Not long after, he threw a smile at me.
Oh my God, that look and that smile made my heart rustle, my joints ache. I returned her smile, unable to look at her face. I hurriedly took my eyes off her.
Why am I so groggy like this? just because of the sight of a creature that just came?
My skills of building confidence in the modeling world were suddenly lost by a single look and smile.
Several times I stole a glance through the corner of my eye, several times I also saw him staring at me. Am I being too kegeeran? Hopefully not.
What does it mean to hopefully not for me? I'm not single anymore. Ah this brain is already nervous just because it sees good stuff.
After dinner, we continued talking for a while, one by one we went home. I never even went home to greet Bimasena. But several times I saw him chatting with Tristan.
Nine o'clock in the night Tristan and I were alone, while the remaining friends were still chatting. Including Bimasena. But I try to avoid his eyes. Not necessarily he was looking at me.
Just arriving at the parking lot, Tristan suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I go to the toilet first."
And the most annoying thing was that he didn't unlock the car before going to the toilet, so I had to stand waiting for him next to the car in annoyance.
"How's Nadia doing?"
An unfamiliar voice surprised me, making me reflexively turn to the source of the voice.
And.my knee suddenly trembled. I did not know what to answer to the man who was now standing casually in front of me, with one hand in his pants pocket and the other holding a cell phone.
Bimasene.
"Well remember my name?" instead of answering, I asked a stupid question.
He smiles.
"How can I forget the name of the woman who has been idolized in the past, even though she never glanced at me. Never talked to me. Maybe he doesn't even know my name."
I tried to laugh to cover up the nervousness and embarrassment and the suddenly stiff tongue, not knowing what to say about his heart-stabbing words. A sentence that shows my arrogance in the past.
She smiled little at me.
I don't know how to behave. My confidence building skill disappeared somewhere.
Fortunately I was saved by Tristan's return from the toilet. They talk to each other for a moment and then I say goodbye to him.
"Be careful Nadia Humeerah" he said, watching me get into the car. After Tristan props up the car, I can see through the rearview mirror of the car, Bimasena into his supercar.
Do you remember my full name?
Did he really idolize me in the past?
