Boyfriend Lies

BC 29 | Strange Gelagat

The short words he spoke were kept and happened. I saw from a distance the figure of Prayoga walking closer. Full of curiosity, my head lowered so that access to follow him was not blocked by the slightest thing. The steering door opened slowly, he who was still standing increasingly made curiosity scattered. Then a second later something unexpected came along.

“Happy Birthday, Dara ..”.

My mouth was immediately smothered by my own hands.

“Happy Birthday, Dara ..”.

Not too melodious, but enough to calm a troubled mind.

“Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, Dara.”

A box of medium-sized blackforest cakes is presented in plain sight. The colorful magic candles were even left lit as if waiting for the happy day owner to blow them away with a million prayers. I was surprised, too surprised to be confused to determine the exact reaction to his sudden behavior. Unexpectedly, a Prayoga would go so far. More than a comforting word, of course.

“Blow, dong,” command while not forgetting to review a smile.

I nodded, prepared to obey and had already removed the mouthfuls.

“Oh, yes, do not forget to make a request.” He reminded.

Both hands are cupped in front of the chest. After giving her a grateful smile, I began to close my eyes and extend the temples of supplication. I hope this candle will be the cover for my misfortune today and the day to come.

My prayer, I want myself, both my parents, my family to always be in a circle of health and happiness. Not to forget also, for loved ones, regardless of their busy lives, I just want to be given unlimited strength and patience. For me he's a priority. If he cannot give me time, then I will give my best so that Bagas is comfortable and feel the meaning of happiness. One thing that closes the prayer at the blowing of this candle, I want Prayoga to be happy. I thank him and may You give him a gift worthy of his kindness. Amens.

“Many things you asked for, yes, like.”

Whether a mockery or a joke, I responded casually. “Maclum, Ga. People I love a lot. So, it should be called everything.”

“Wah, very lucky yes, they. About, I am one of the lucky ones, right? Pray for the birthday person.”

“Hm ... lucky not, yes?” I even wanted to tease him who was tired of giving me surprises.

Instead of pleading, Prayoga gave me a smile full of gentleness. “It seems, I who can be said new people are not worth praying for you.”

“Lah, why think, so?” He's low or what, huh?

“Iya, lah. I am also self-conscious. Not trying to steal people's seats. The person most worthy of prayer is the one who gives you the most impressions and memories. For example, Bagas.”

Wait, why does his voice sound disappointed and low, huh? Why does he look sad? Shouldn't he be having no problem with that? Must be out there a lot of people pray for him, right?

“Ah, Dara, custom.” He returned to give a jolt to my forehead. “Bengong. Blow out the candle, hunt out later.”

I chuckle. Just remember that the little candles in front of me have not dimmed in the least. Not wanting to delay the blessing in each flame, I began to blow out the small candles one by one.

“Yeeee ...,” Prayoga cheers after I successfully extinguished the fire of prayer. He then placed the cake in his lap, then took out a picture box and reddish in color.

“What is this?” I asked as soon as I received the box.

“Upload, aja, gift. I don't know today you're birthday, so didn't have time to buy a decent gift.”

Surprisingly, the gift from Prayoga warmed my mood. The box made of this pictorial cardboard contains fireworks. The toys I used to play with during the new year or Christmas. Suddenly the brightness of childhood moments imagined filled the eye fertilizers. Unknowingly a smile completely expanded on my face.

“Why? Very funny, yes, the gift?”

My head shook fast. “Unique and .. interesting.”

I acknowledge his way of self-consolation. Indeed, when compared to the prize money from Kak Aya, Mami, and Papi, the gift from Prayoga can not be compared with the nominal. However, considering he who tried hard to cheer me up to the thought of buying fireworks, of course I am grateful to want to say this sentence many times. “Still, yes, Ga. Thanks a lot.”

“That's fine if you like the prize,” Prayoga murmured sounds like it's going to go low again. “Gift from me, right, nothing, Ra.”

“Iya, Ra. I want to give you happiness.”

I'm sculpting. No longer saying or giving her a grateful smile. There was something strange that felt as Prayoga looked at me now. That deep and fixed gaze felt familiar because I could get from Kak Bagas. God ... is impossible, right? My prediction was wrong, right?

“Ra!!” Again he touched my forehead. “Old gemes with you. Bengong keeps on why? What penguin? Hungry?”

I hurried to look away and laughed. “Iya, like hungry mode.”

Speaking of hunger, I remember the plastic bag that was deliberately placed on the top of the dashboard. “You ate the food earlier, no?” bargained. Yes, just sharing his struggle in exchanging food.

“Whatever can? That, right, you want to eat yourself."

“Yes, since there are two portions and we are here only two. So, eat, aja, together. How?” Counting I gave him a thank you for accompanying him until last night.

“Ya, if you want to give, anyway, I accept-accept, aja.”

His speech seemed to be unwilling, but his movements showed full will. Seen she kept my birthday cake carefully on the dashboard of the car. Understand the signal, I who do not want to talk too widely then take a package of food, give a portion to him, and the rest for my food rations. We began to dissolve in silence eating food.

“Ra,” call it in between kunyahan able to penetrate our silence.

“Hm?” I said without taking my eyes off the box that was in my lap.

“Love stars for their cuisine.”

“Stars love? You asked for my comment, seriously?”

I mean, I'm not a good chef at this. It would be unethical to ask my opinion on food.

“Serious. I used to ask for comments about the cafe of the friends who had come there."

Ah, okay. I'll be honest about the cooking that just filled my mouth to get stranded in the stomach.

“OK, I started to give you an assessment as is, yes.” After seeing Prayoga nod, I continued. “Avocado salad is delicious. Smell in the mouth, go straight in, all right, that's it. If for Chicken, anyway, maybe less in terms of spicy in my opinion.”

“Less spicy?” Prayoga repeated that.

“Iya. Maybe because I'm so cool at times, yeah. Hence this food is less nampol.”

“You compare this spicy same spicy what?”

“Blak,” I replied without hesitation and without thinking twice.

It made Prayoga laugh. “Same is seblak. It's, right, western food, Ra. Yes, obviously lost if dibandingin same seblak."

I followed laughing. “Iya, precisely that. It's good to ask someone who understands better. If it's the same to me, aja, lie, Ga.”

Prayoga does not speak anymore. He was trying to neutralize the tickle so as not to laugh increasingly become. I who do not want to engage in action satirical trying to bribe the remnants of food in the box.

A few seconds passed quickly, until unexpectedly a hand stretched out with certainty towards me. Spontaneously my head turned, coinciding with Prayoga's fingers wiping something on the tip of my lips.

“There's sauce, Ra.”

A short and very relaxed speech. He seemed to have forgotten there was a dividing line we had to guard. He seems to forget that I still have Bagas.

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