Blue Rose
Fase
Pretending not to remember you is much more painful than being pierced by a thousand swords.
*
The house is still the same, inhabited by two men of different ages with six domestic assistants in it. More than spacious to be called a house, and luxurious like a palace, as if to report that the owner has a coffer of property that is not enough to be counted with ten fingers only.
An old man with hair barely turning silvery gray sat on the side porch, enjoying a cup of black coffee while flipping the newspaper in hand.
“Again, Pah.”
A voice interrupted, making the cylindrical-eyed man take down the newspaper, and fold it. “Again, Rey.”
Randy observes his only son, the man who this morning wore a dark blue tuxedo looks as dashing as ever. Randy should be proud, his son is a hard worker, not sorry he has put the company's business into the hands of Rey Atmaja.
Under Rey's leadership over the past three years, the RA Group's soap company has expanded rapidly, expanding into perfume and wind oil production. Making Randy can be more relaxed at home, and calmly entrust the fate of thousands of employees to Rey.
“I want to leave,” say goodbye to Rey, then bend over, shake hands and stick her forehead there.
What else does Randy expect as a father? His son is intelligent, responsible and respectful. I think his happiness is complete. More precisely incomplete, still less one.
“Rey.” Randy held his son's hand. “You won't forget tonight, right?”
Rey's brows frowned, trying to recall his schedule today, a second later the man nodded. “So Pah, in the usual place, right?”
“Yes, and don't be late! Papa purposely booked upstairs for the two of you.”
Once again Rey nodded, then waved away.
“You didn't have breakfast Rey?” randy's words can still be heard by Rey who has been walking down the yard.
“Let's go, in the office, Pah,” replied Rey slightly shouting, before rushing towards the car port.
Randy sighed, watching his son's departure with a strange feeling as usual. His happiness as a father is complete, but not perfect.
*
Good day sir, there is a Good Father who wants to meet.
The voice from the intercom in the corner of the table, interrupts Rey from her activities typing on the laptop keyboard. “Please enter,” answer.
Not long after, the door opened featuring the figure of a curly-haired man with the sleeves of a shirt rolled up to the elbow limit.
“Busy lo, Rey?” Nice sitting on a brown sofa facing Rey's desk.
“Should be really nice, huh?” rey answered without distracting from the screen in front of the face.
“It is, Boss mah busy mulu.” Good to lay his head on the back of the sofa, staring at the ceiling of the room. “Ntar night hanging out yuk?”
Only then did Rey pay attention to her best friend since childhood, she and the twin duo had a special schedule every two weeks to gather, and if Good invite her to hangout outside the routine schedule, then, I can tell that the man has a problem.
“Why lo? Another storm the same bini?” Among the three of them only Rey was still alone. Bagas already has two children who are also twins, while Bagus, his wife is pregnant.
“Pregnant women are very sensitive Bro, if again jealous, beuh cawing lion,” shoot Good at length.
Rey throws a pen at the man, making a nice stirring and murmuring.
“Wife is said carelessly!” sewot Rey's. “Lo her aja aja still nosy same chick.”
Nice pulling lips. “Little Rey.”
“Basic! Today I can't,” explained Rey about the invitation of her friend.
“Why? Lo overtime? I swear, you want to die with the computer?”
“Sama?”
Rey cleared her throat. “Nabila.”
“Bokap lo again?” guess Good, fully paying attention to Rey.
The white shirt man in the vest just put his shoulders down, his fingers agilely dancing on the keyboard.
Good sigh, blind date is not just this one Rey did. I don't know what's on his best friend's mind, Rey always agrees whenever her father offers an appointment with a woman. If Good remembers already about five women this year, not years before. However, as much as Randy planned a romantic date, as much as Rey made the women disappointed and hurt.
The best thing to remember is Selena, a German Indonesian crossbreed girl whose beauty is similar to the Victoria Secret model, with a body no less ouhai. It's good that only a blind man would reject that woman. Unfortunately, Rey is one of those blind men. Know what Rey is doing? The man asked Selena to recite one of the verses in Surah Ar-Rahman. Selena wavered, the girl did not even smoothly read Arabic letters.
“How can she be the mother of my children if she is a servant of God only she is negligent.”
The defense Rey gave Randy, when the date failed.
Another with Murni Suciati, as the name implies, Murni is a figure of native Javanese descent who is very polite and virtuous. Every move he took was full of calculation and consideration like a royal princess. Whoever is going to be her husband must be happy, because Purely the type of woman who thinks that the husband is heaven for a wife.
In fact all those positive traits weren't enough for Rey.
“How will I take him running, if walking alone measured distance per step.”
Rey with all her strangeness. Marriage is not a marathon by the way.
“Gue tagged along,” said Bagas, who made Rey cough, choking on her own saliva.
“Ngapain?” rey asked after sipping water in the legged glass.
“Make sure that this time you will not submit strange conditions.”
“Who is weird, all my terms are logical.” Rey tapped her fingers on the table.
“Logis if what you are looking for is actually people in your past, obviously you will not find. He doesn't have a twin btw.”
“Diem lo, don't know anything too.” Rey is looking for another pen, which unfortunately has run out.
“Gue won't be packed as long as my best friend still can't move on,” replied Good, while walking closer to Rey. “So, don't try cheating!” then put two pens on the table with a little pressure before turning away.
Rey was still stunned until the room was quiet a few minutes after Bagus' departure. Good words came back to his head.
“Logis if what you are looking for is actually people in your past, obviously you will not find. He doesn't have a twin btw.”
“Gue won't be packed as long as my best friend still can't move on.”
Rey snorted, a second later her laughter broke. Not the kind of laugh because of funny things or anything like that, but the laughter is full of sadness. Laughing at the self that acknowledges all the Good sayings.
Yeah, Rey is that weak. Eight years is not a short time. That span of time has even turned two of his friends into husbands and fathers. But Rey Atmaja, still a way in place. Caught up in the puddles of the past that squeezed to the brim.
Not without reason Rey busied himself with a bunch of activities, almost overtime every day to prevent his brain brash, displaying facial features that even the details of his smile still remember Rey clearly. As if imprinted in the head.
Rey had tried to forget the girl in the past who even she was afraid to spell her name. Four years later, Rey took refuge in London, England, hoping that a new atmosphere with a difference in time and population would make Rey forget. He took the time to establish a relationship with Cleo, seeding the idea that a new relationship makes a new memory, closing the memories of the past. In fact, he always looked back again and again.
The man sitting in his chair opened the desk drawer. Picking up a black box located deep enough, covered some files. Opening the box, a sparkling object was plastered. Rings with initials R and S. The only thing Rey still has, after she accidentally dumps her cell phone to erase all traces of the woman. Just a ring, but enough to unearth every memory, including the wounds he inflicted.
“Because father's name was never on my birth certificate.”
One sentence that was similar to a demonic spell, destroyed everything. A speech that made Rey's hopes dashed. A fact that torments Rey Atmaja to this very moment.
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