Boyfriend Lies

BC 28 | Other Entertainers

"So, that story ...." I ended a sad story on my birthday.

"Yes, maybe Bagas' brother is busy, Ra. Please be informed, aja." Prayoga found me sitting in the parking lot trying to strengthen me with a soft pat on the shoulder.

"If you make sense as I can, Ga. The only problem here isn't that."

Right, you know. In order to understand the circumstances of him taking the day off, I can. Maybe I can, but my mind is not focused on that alone.

"What problem is it trying? I didn't expect to see you cry on public land earlier."

"The problem is that my money's gone, aja, Yoga!" my screams without knowing prestige. "It doesn't matter if you enjoy the food first."

"Lho, that's, right, you're wrapping the food!" point Yoga towards the pack in my hand.

"Yes, right, just wrapped. I end up eating at home. His feelings can't be, Ga. It's cold again."

Prayoga. He looked at my hand shaking the package of food. Not long after, he pulled the package while getting out of his seat.

"Do you want hot food or money back?"

"Could you?" I doubted the question, so I didn't know what to answer.

"Which one do you want?" ask again, urging me to give an answer as soon as possible.

"Yes, if money can come back in full, I'd choose money." Sok-sokan don't need food.

"Relatedly? Are you not hungry?" He sees sanctions.

"Well! My appetite was great, just because Bagas Sister did not come, I became lazy to eat."

Hearing that saying Prayoga must understand. "So, how much money is coming out tonight?"

"Four." I flung four fingers in front of him. "Four hundred thousand means."

He was mangosteen again, this time with a faint smile. "Wait here for a moment, yeah, Ra."

"Where are you going?"

He didn't answer. The steps are too serious to enter the Romantic Cafe building.

"He's, really, really weird, huh? Suddenly I came here, too. Coincidence or fate, anyway?"

Not GR, yeah. I only remember a little that Prayoga house is not in Lembang area. Therefore, it was only natural that I felt that this meeting was not just a coincidence.

Fifteen minutes I waited. There was no stopping to look at the watch in hand because he was too late. Where to try? I mean what do you want to go inside? The clock kept turning and I had to get home so I wouldn't get too late.

As if knowing boredom himself, Prayoga came out of the threshold of the restaurant. His hand held back the plastic bag containing my cold food.

"Ngapain, Ga?" my question is a little upset because he is not much different from Kak Bagas. Let me wait here.

"Rb ...." He called out with a deflated chest.

"Where did you end up, Ga?" The question was not answered, this question was not answered by him.

Prayoga instead focused on regulating the breath, fixing the way to stand upright until finally holding out the white plastic bag. "Now" he said.

I obviously took the bag back. From the beginning it was mine, right? What's he gonna do trying to get in and out of this bag?

However, just as my hand was grabbed, a different thing felt here. My head lowered, noticing the condition of the sac that was different from before. There's steam popping up. Food vapor is confirmed because the object in there is in the hot-heat phase.

"You bought it again?" I'm slack.

"No," apparently. "They're the ones who change."

"She-rius?"

Why could? I just got some cold food, why would he?

"This same, they change." Four hundred thousand out toward me. Prayoga's relaxed and ordinary face shows a serious attitude and full of honesty.

"Here you sure they're the ones who changed?" I really doubt, though.

“Iya, lah. I can't afford to go out that much money.”

Honestly, instead of being happy I feel bad. The two things in my hands are now very difficult to obtain from the service. However, seeing Prayoga who got it, suddenly made me believe that he went through a struggle that was not easy.

“Malah bengong.” He's flicking my forehead.

“Ya, weird, aja.” I'm confessing. “Why can they be that easy to love this to you, whereas earlier I was not treated as well as that.”

“They are good, really. If it is not good, will not compensate for warm food and money to you.”

“Iya, anyway.” I'm nodding.

“Don't kapok come here, yeah. If you get poor service, you can complain to me.”

He who was stared at so then smiled grinning. “Iya, to me. This cafe belongs to my family, Ra.”

“Se-seriously?” I came to see because I did not believe in hearing just now.

“Seriously, lah,” he said very casually. “You need proof? Do I have to take one of the guest tables for your birthday?”

“Ah, no ...” I hurriedly refused. “No need,” my review is more convincing.

Yeah, ask for a table too. Already back the money, back the food anyway. It could be social jealousy if I ask for one of the tables through the insider.

“I can, you know, Ra. Try it I can.”

“No need.” I held his hand. “Mending temenin I ate this.”

“Where? Inside?” He pointed to the restaurant.

“Di ...” Confusion also hit. I don't know the best location in the area. The only goal is Romantic Cafe and to take this time, yes, have to go in again?

“What do you want in the square?”

“Aalun?” I asked back.

“Iya. Come!” take Prayoga until I pull my arm.

We walked through the parking area filled with visitor motors. Unwittingly, the heart felt a little relieved that my return transportation was available without needing to be requested. Prayoga is good too, yes. It's wrong because I only know him for a brief moment. It is because they are connected in the same organization.

“T-but, Ra ... I brought him a car not a motor.” He spoke as we stopped in the back of a car.

“This is your car?” tanyaku even found another thing, Prayoga who can drive a car.

“Not. I have not been given a car because I do not have a SIM. It's brother's car. I'm taking her with me because I want to keep the night here.”

Ah, it's worth meeting. She was driving her brother to work.

“Keep your brother home how?” I don't want to, yes, if he goes back and forth to take me to eat in the square.

“Most also picked up his girlfriend tomorrow.” He said lightly.

“Besok?” A little confused by that one word.

“Iya, this cafe is open 24 hours. Brother Irish keep it up until tomorrow, most if you want to sleep, yes, sleep in a special room.”

I just got it. “But you don't mind, do you, anter I ate?”

He even laughed lightly. “Kan, I am the nawari. Yes, it means no objection at all.”

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Unfortunately, the intention of eating in the square was forced to be void as well. No, not canceled by humans. This time it was cancelled by circumstances. The square was temporarily closed due to improvements to the park's streets. Disappointed as much. I don't know why this day. Why isn't there one thing that goes my way and how I want it? Which sin did God punish on the day that should be my most special day?

“Not to be sad, so,” said someone who had been sitting in the steering chair for a long time with me.

My eyes are heating up. The greatness of today's struggle fills all corners of the mind. Short for the next time. “I ... I feel today really good, Ga.” It's crowded, still forcing the talk. As a result, mess up both eyes.

“Apes what, anyway, Ra?”

“Apes, aja. Starting from the jam jam nearly an hour, Bagas Ngaret and the tip did not come, this last ..” I can no longer speak.

Prayoga no longer gave me tranquilizing words, instead he smiled and dared to hold back the laughter.

“Funny knows!” spray's upset.

“Not, so, Ra. You feel no, anyway, there's something special today?”

“What special?” What's he stupid, how? Obviously my day is falling apart. Which side is special?

He who found me staring cynically instantly changed his sitting position, in order to be able to face me. “Gini, please. Let's see everything from a different side. Believe in God. God loves you. Maybe he has his own way of making your love a surprise. It's common, right, if the birthday is given first before happiness?”

“I-iya, sih.” Pretty reasonable.

“Well, the misfortune that you are feeling now may be, aja, a form of surprise from God. She loves you feeling annoyed first just happy.”

“What is it, huh?” I doubt the power of God.

“Iya, lah. Need proof?” tanyakanya.

“Proof what does it mean?”

“In the meantime, yes, I brought the proof.”

Prayoga smiled before leaving me in the car. I don't know what he will do, but the obvious step is very sure to stay away from the parking location. His movements now slightly touched the heart. Shouldn't this be what Bagas did? Why did God send others to heal my wounds for Bagas' imperfections?

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