Boyfriend Lies

BC 24 | Dinner Preparation

Three days after the trip with Bagas. Back to being a lonely Dara, commuting on his own bike, lunch buy yourself, until the weekend was passed alone. Wanted to complain, but was afraid of being mistaken. As a result, I don't want to waste my energy choosing to spend Sunday nights at home.

A desk calendar I took back and observed, remaining one week to my birthday. Indeed, the fall on Monday. It's still a long way from the holiday Kak Bagas, but I hope that he can shift his day off. Hopefully it can be accelerated, so that the dinner that I dream of can be done. Alright. Mumpung the girlfriend has not called, it's good I work on a concept dinner that.

I took a piece of paper and a black ballpoint pen from the storage box. Laptops that have been opened deliberately made the perfect place for dinner. Before long, just wait a few seconds the screen that originally displayed the search opening page was changed. Some recommendations of restaurants with romantic designs in Bandung are displayed on several websites. I opened the entire page, wrote the name, location, menu row, and price for one reservation.

My trip in all dream locations took approximately two hours. Now, just count the existing budget. It's free, right, if the desire is not in accordance with money? I can't possibly ask for extra rations just for a date with a girlfriend.

The closet is the safest place to keep some open piggy banks. The floor I make the base in calculating the sheets of snack rations that have been collected. A sheet, two sheets, to an order of twenty sheets. Total revenue is two hundred thousand rupiah. Now my job is to match the existing data.

However, the matching movement must be held back because the ringing of the phone is long lit. The small object that had been left in bed again attracted the center of attention. I save the money and the equipment needed to design a dream dinner concept. Ah, the guest who will be invited to dinner has already called. It's time to let go of the longing via video call.

“Kakak,” sapaku when his face has filled the phone screen.

This morning we did not exchange messages. I was afraid to interrupt his preparations before the service, so chose to wait. Let him send the message and call first. My job is to stand by in front of the phone until he is declared to bring news and free time. As simple as it is the sense of longing Dara who tries to train self-control when far away from the couple.

“What's the first, Darling?”

“Hm ...” There's no way I'm being honest about that plan. “Again diem, aja.”

“Neugas?” ask again and I shake. “Have eaten?”

“Udah. What did you eat the same?” He had sent a photo of rice and soto bandung during the break. Well, at lunchtime or evening he hasn't sent anything.

“What afternoon?”

“Sore. Home from work,” I explained so he understood.

“Oh, haven't eaten again until now.”

“Why?” I'm a little worried.

He who was feared even grinned before answering, “The money is flirted.”

“Diirit-irit? Expenses from mother less, so?”

Not once a week he was given pocket money. It also went up nominally because it was far away with parents. Why can I try?

“Not less. Moge needs treatment, darling.”

“Moge?” I raised my voice.

“Iya. He is, right, now his route up and down the mountain. So, the brakes are easily exhausted. His tires also began to fall off. Brother needs about six hundred thousand for that.”

My breath is heavy. Yesterday for the sake of the jacket couple. Now for moge's sake. Yes, that time the stomach will be strong if long invited to continue.

“Darling, don't get mad. Brother actually moge too, right, so can nyamperin Adek.”

“Iya.” I tried to smile despite the slight difficulty. It's hard, if it's a favorite bike.

“Do not get angry,” repeat.

“Iya, Darling,” reply me this time more heartened. “Kakak.” I tried to shift the subject. “Monday can tucker off, no?”

A little stubborn, anyway, when asking about this. Afraid she'd guess my steps on my birthday. Yeah, well, when she forgot her girl's birthday. Masa, yes!

“Monday?” His face showed a confused reaction.

“Not. Next monday. Tomorrow, right, Monday. Well, next Monday.” A little stirring, but trying to refrain from leaking.

“Oh, so sister shifts holidays to Monday, keeps her Wednesdays coming in, so?”

“Iya.” I smiled with satisfaction because she understood too.

“Hm ...” He thought long. “What do you want, darling?”

“Ya .. meet, aja.”

How about, ask what? Did he forget next Monday for my birthday? Not given leaks should also he understand and know.

“Oh, so, yes ...” Disappointed, but as much as possible I gave him a sincere smile.

“Try later brother think first, yes, what is the reason. Let it sound logical, aja, same supervisor.”

Whether entertaining or real will work, my disappointment is not reduced by half.

“If ... can't be okay, Kak.” I'm trying to give up.

“Lah, really, lose before fighting. Later brother will tell if it is true that can be reputed holiday. Don't be sad, you know. We'll meet later. Okay?”

I smiled while nodding slowly.

“Monday, right, huh? Next monday?”

I nodded again.

“Oke, brother will try to be tuker OFF.”

“Still, yes, Brother.” Pretty treatable for now.

"Wear the show thank you all. Whatever if for the sake of Adek will be a business brother!"

***

I resumed the activity of designing the concept when the connection was cut off. Do not call until midnight because Bagas must send daily reports by email. It was so busy that the PKL. I who have not experienced how understand. That's one of the reasons I let him out with his time. I just apply the word ‘sibuk’ in the brain so as not to think strangely. He's not missing. He's just busy. Not even playing women, games, or motorcycles. His busyness about school, service, and lessons.

My move to prepare a plan was blocked due to the arrival of an uninvited person. Brother Soraya did not knock on the door, directly entering without excuse. Spontaneous because I didn't want to be cheered on, a book containing restaurant records I closed and hid.

“What's up?” Todongku with an unpleasant look.

“That's what?” tanyanya pointed to the ten thousand note.

“Duit,” I replied origin while turning my eyes to the laptop.

The page that displays the atmosphere of the restaurant and then I closed. Do not forget to wear a relaxed fashion because you do not want to be suspected by your own brother.

“Not this month you're the birthday.”

“Terus?” sahutku fast.

“Why are you kumpulin money?”

“Fear not being given the same gift to everyone. So, take a sip of kumpulin money so you can buy your own gift.”

The answer just now in fact attracted the sympathy of Soraya. He then took out a wallet, then gave me a hundred thousand rupiah as much as three sheets.

“This what?” On the contrary, this time I asked.

“Duit.” The exact same answer as before.

“What do you mean?”

“Buy gifts. So, later on the day H do not ask for more gifts. Brother love, tuh!”

“Eh, seriously?” I who had been thin and sour turned sparkling and approached him excitedly.

“Serious, lah.” Soraya is different from before.

“There are no conditions, nih?” Afraid like that time. Afraid of reward and afraid of being made a spy.

“There are no conditions, please allow brother to gift ultah.”

I'm speechless. Choosing to investigate the expression rather than looking at the money he gave.

“Yes God, Dara. Accept it, aja. Take care. If for example Bagas does not love gifts, right, you are not too sad later.”

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