Boyfriend Lies

BC 27 | First Time

The food was served ten minutes ago. My palms were already sweating coldly as the important figure in the invitation had yet to be seen. I sent messages many times. As well as the phone connection, I've made many times as well. So far, the results have been the same. Bagas did not reply, nor did he answer the call.

Suddenly disappeared like this, becoming the first time when the position holds an appointment. During her relationship with him, she never once broke a promise let alone disavowed speech. Until the next few minutes, I tried to wait patiently and still give him a chance of time. The brain is constantly being asked to think positively. It was possible that he was on his way, so he could not answer the call.

Seconds and minutes kept going. The food that was originally smoking was completely cold. Brother Bagas is still not here and my phone has not shown any progress. My breath is no longer bad, the heartbeat even fuss until the atmosphere is more tense. My head doesn't stop going up and down the phone, making sure the situation at once the standby screen is on.

"Lord," I whined with a claustrophobic heart. "He can't possibly deny it, right? Bagas promised to come."

Back the tiny object as a means of information is lifted until it takes the earlobe. Connected, but not accepted. My breath has gone out many times. Both eyes are closed as if to help resist pain so as not to gradually tear up.

Time continued until an hour was heavy. My head is completely bowed. If it was too late or stuck, he would have given me news or a reply to a message. This it? There's nothing at all. If so, who should I ask? Where should I contact to ask the whereabouts of Kak Bagas? Miss Esther I don't have her number.

The feeling of tightness is further aggravated by the situation. As if not disappointed enough, God gave me another try. A restaurant staff walked up to my desk. His nervous smile seemed to signal that this table would be taken by someone else.

"I'm sorry, Brother. We have standard time for reservation desk. Since the number of guests is a lot, I intend to offer a standalone table for Brother. It's in the building. If you'd moved inside, would you?"

Heart slashed. It's more than being denied love. Just this time I moved the area because it looks alone sitting at a table capacity that can accommodate four to six guests. Those who were standing waiting for my desk must have thought that I was missing. Already sitting alone, but recklessly choose a spacious table for a small family.

"I'm not alone, Mom." My lips shook to say that. "My friend hasn't come yet."

"Ah, two, huh? Then I'll offer you another table. There's one table on the balcony over there that two people can fill."

My gaze was fixed on the balcony of the restaurant that had been crowded with visitors. Along with that glance, the phone that had been silent on the table shook briefly. Spontaneously I scooped up the thing, surprising the restaurant staff who were making an offer.

My heart is beating faster. Thumbs who want to open the messaging application until it vibrates violently because it gets a reply from the person concerned.

From : Ayang

Deck, sorry. Brother canceled there. There was a call from the hospital supervisor, one of the PKL participants did not enter. Brother was told to change and had to return Cisarua earlier.

Pluck up!

As a result, a strong hand dropped the phone onto the table. I think this is serious. If the surprise was not possible Bagas Kak did it until this cruel. Dinner party that has been designed in advance I make sure it is not done.

"Mom" I said without looking at the staff's face.

"Yes, Brother?"

"If you want to fill this table, too." Still trying hard I'm talking about order cancellation. "I don't eat here."

"O-oh, yes, sister. What's the food?"

"Can you get back the money, Mom? I haven't touched the food yet." My eyes had just lifted, trying to see his expression as this was closely related to my financial rights.

"Money back? 50% DP is what it means?" He seemed less pleased.

"Yes, that." I nodded despite the silence. You know, I can't get the money back.

"When money comes back you can't, brother. Brother too, right, already used to order food. After all, this food was a total of four hundred thousand. Brother yesterday just entered two hundred and fifty thousand. Then you still have to pay the rest."

"Yes. That's the rule, brother. Event is off or not, it's not our responsibility. We booked a place and prepared the food that Brother had chosen. You still have to pay for this service and food."

Explanations that further break the heart. "okay." I decided quickly. "I brought, yes, the food." I've spent a lot of money, it's a pity that this food should be thrown away.

"good. Our waiter will pack this food."

***

The destruction of my heart immediately shattered my feelings. After losing four hundred thousand free of charge, I sat in an empty chair waiting for the order food that was being packed by a waiter. I want to throw it away, but baby. It takes a struggle to get money for this event. In exchange for disappointment, I would eat that cold menu in the room alone.

After getting that right, my feet stepped footily towards the door. My mind has been floating since. As much as possible I endure the pain of the watery eyes because I do not want others to see this destruction.

At the counter, my head turned. There was still an employee, he sat in front of the computer like he was busy typing something important. As if to be convinced of the failure of the dinner with Bagas, I continued to move closer to him.

"Sir," I rebuked in a raucous voice and almost choked.

"Yes, Brother?" He looked away from the computer that was on.

"The ticket in Bagas' name still exists?" That's what I want to make sure of.

"On behalf of Bagas, huh? Ada, Brother."

He held out a ticket paper that had been named Kak Bagas. Like a loud slap, my body immediately shook. It's unbearable. Not just a surprise moment. He didn't really come. Evidently the ticket was still kept well the ticket keeper.

Feeling that self-defense will falter, the legs are taken even further. When I arrived at the parking lot, the water that was held back was dripping slowly. Without cues, it cannot be prevented either. Cry broke. I had to ignore the fact of the general location that people could go through because my feelings had already been shattered into pieces. I was disappointed for the first time and it happened today. The day I should be happy to celebrate my birthday. Even the reason for not being present made me upset to feel disappointment.

"Geez!" my screams were immediately sitting tight because the center of the body support was resigned and badly injured. My hands cover my face. I cried as much as I could, letting passers-by look at me with curiosity.

Don't care. I don't care anymore. My race can no longer be held. I'm not that strong walking home in an affirming condition. A phone shake back felt. I hurriedly grabbed that thing out of my jeans pocket. My finger quickly typed in the screen password, then opened the messaging app. There was one message coming in from Bagas. Not wanting to be haunted by curiosity, I quickly opened the message. A voice note sounded loud.

"Darling, happy birthday. Sorry because today was canceled to come to the dinner. Brother actually sent to the service and can not refuse because this is the direct request of the superior. Sister promise, next Wednesday will go home and celebrate Adek's birthday. Shifted day's okay, isn't it, honey?"

Instead of getting better, my crying broke even more. His words were not comforting at all. How he could cancel everything, after hours of agreement. He should have told me from hours away.

"What money, Brother Bagas!" my son hugged both knees. "I took it with great difficulty. Until there is an event want to borrow money Riska because it has no fees. How am I going to go home?"

The atmosphere of the parking lot was quiet, but my crying did not immediately subside. There were still flowing water droplets and as much as they had been in the last seconds. Not long after, I heard the footsteps approaching, getting closer, and managed to get me to turn my head. A man's foot in his mountain sandals stood near me. I who was ashamed of my swollen face chose to look down and look at her clean feet.

"Become," he called carefully.

Little surprised. In fact, he knows me. Full of excitement my head moved up.

"Become!" call him again, more certain than ever.

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