Boyfriend Lies

Surprised

"So, Ra. Irish is Bima's girlfriend. Her brother Bagas."

"Bi-Bima?" I feel foreign to hear that name. Since when did Bagas have a brother? Isn't he the first kid?

"Yes, Bima. Mother's first child. You know, Bagas hasn't told you?" The turn of Bu Ester was surprised because I did not know about Bima.

"Maybe Bagas' brother told me a story. Maybe Dara forgot." Twice protect Ayang. Duh, less especially try?

"Okay, it's okay. Bima is rarely home. Dara's time to go home and she's working."

Ah, it's worth it that only Baim is visible there.

"So, later if the same Irish mother goes shopping or eats out, you have to follow, huh?"

Well, I was well received.

"Ready, Mom. Mother is tough, aja. Later Dara luangin time, so you can eat with Mother and Sister Irish."

"Yeah!" irish Brother's screams the happiest. "Finally, our team added personnel yes, Mom."

Miss Ester laughed crisply. "Yes. Finally, Bagas has a girlfriend too huh, Rish." His hand slapped my back. "You're the first girl Bagas knew, Ra."

"You could say, his first love, too, Mom," said Kak Irish, who managed to make my face heat up.

"Ah, not her first love, sister." I brushed aside, so that the heart wouldn't race too much.

"Emang Jiplakan Bima really Bagas it." Miss Esther admitted.

"She got a recipe from her sister, Mom," said Kak Irish again.

I honestly don't understand this conversation. In order to shake off the sense of not understanding, I tried to suppress the embarrassment to ask, "What is the crib and the recipe, Mom, Sis?"

"So, look, Ra. You're the same Irish is the same case. Both courted the children of mothers from High School."

"Well, Sister Irish is one of the alumni of Kak Bima? Means it's been a long time, dong?" Slowly, I was able to go with the flow of their conversation.

"A long time ago, Ra. Almost ... seven years," he answered after counting a few seconds.

"Gee!" I'm back clucking. "For a long time, brother."

"Yes, I feel sorry for Irish too. The Bima when asked when the marriage, replied na-nu-na-nu. It's hard to be this same kid." The guilt of his son's behavior sounded so strong.

I understand the situation trying to listen. Do not want to get too swept up in the chat for fear of being wrongly said.

"Irish doesn't matter, Mom. Maybe Bima is not ready. Irish doesn't want to get married in a hurry."

My smile was engraved hearing the words of Sister Irish who was so relieved. Hah, if it was me .. might have been a different story and feeling.

Not noticeably, the car that took us stopped at the parking lot of The Queen's Shopping Center. The area is not very crowded because we came not on Saturday.

As soon as we got down from the car Miss Ester stood between me and Sister Irish, immediately holding our hands as if to invite us to walk together. There was warmth tucked away when it got this kind of treatment. I never thought I would be treated well by Miss Esther. He also did not look me one eye, even though Bagas and I are still fairly new to dating.

"Would you eat first or buy some clothes first?" Miss Esther asked for my opinion.

"When you eat first, what? Irish is hungry, ma'am," suggested Sister Irish.

"Can. Where do you want to eat, huh?" ask her.

"Where's the advice, right?" Irish sister asked because I looked silent.

"Hm ...." I thought for a second. "They don't play here very often, anyway. The most common stop by Sonata Resto." Pure form of honesty. In fact, I'm not a girl who likes to go back and forth to the mall.

"Well, I can, tuh." Sister Irish seems to take my advice well.

"Yes, already. Come on, let's ram it down there," asked Miss Ester while pulling our arms, in order to speed up the pace.

Arriving at Sonata Resto, we selected seats available for three people. Position directly in the middle of the room because today's afternoon customers mostly sit in the corner. Sister Irish who represents us raised her hand to call the maid. No need to wait long, the team in charge of recording orders came while holding out three food menu booklets.

"Well, what do you want to eat?" ask Miss Esther as soon as we open the book.

Sister Irish looks casually researching, whereas I don't have much pleasantries. "They want Chicken Cordon Bleu." I said that one menu. So confident was she that Miss Esther smiled widely.

"By the pinter select the menu, nih. Kumplit, all there is," he praised. "Yes, Mas. Order 2 servings of Chicken Cordon Bleu. What's it going to drink, Dara?"

"Aren't you waiting for Irish, ma'am?" I looked at Sister Irish whose face was covered in a menu book.

"Sometimes ...." His hand was behind the booklet.

"Ah, don't wait, Ra. Irish is common, long time to see the menu. We ordered a drink, just."

"Okay, I'll pick Pull Tea, please." After saying so he poked the arm of Sister Irish. "Have you finished yet?"

"Hah, Irish also pesen the same menu as Dara."

That answer made me smile, but it made Miss Esther shake in disbelief. The waiter in charge of writing the order left after repeating the menu we mentioned. Now left Sister Irish who immediately folded her hands in front of the chest.

"Why, Son? Any unreasonable prices?" asked Ms. Ester as if she understood very well the prospect of her first daughter-in-law.

"Irish's favorite food goes up, Mom, even though the price of the ingredients is still normal on the market."

I don't know what the reason is, Miss Esther laughed lightly. "Rish, Rish, they need profit too."

"Fortunately too much, Mom. Damaging the customer" complained Sister Irish.

"Yes, that's over. Next time we'll eat at the Irish restaurant, okay?" Miss Esther calmed down while patting Sister Irish's arm.

I who just heard the information immediately asked, so that I could get into the topic of conversation. "Sister Irish has a restaurant too?"

"Have it, Ra." The answer was represented by Miss Esther. "That's why he's a long time ago when he saw the menu booklet. Appeals equal price calculate price."

"Abuehh ...." I just got it.

"Actually I'm not a calculator chick, Ra. Just sometimes like to be distracted, just, if the price of the food is not as desired." Now the smile is carved spoiled on the pretty face of Sister Irish.

"Well, now I have to wait for Irish to count the menu. Yesterday the mother was alone, you know, Ra, wait for the Irish habit." He nodded again.

"Well, that's why we need new personnel. Dara had to join often, yes," said Kak Irish who seemed not disturbed by the words of Miss Esther.

I'm the one who got the nice treatment back so smile happy. "Yes, Dara's ready to join. Dara Seneng if you can meet with Mother and Sister Irish."

Talks continued into the previously cut introductory session. If while in the car we focused on talking about Kak Irish and Kak Bima, this time I was given the opportunity to tell myself, until the beginning of the meeting with Kak Bagas.

During the story, Miss Esther just listened and did not stop smiling widely. In contrast to Sister Irish who seemed to hold the curiosity until finally asked the question, "What tenth grade?"

"X-A, brother," I replied quickly.

"Oh, X-A. It means not classy. Uh, but Dara's following OSIS, right?" Second question.

"Yes, Brother. Dara follow OSIS. Still active, really, until now." He answered calmly and calmly.

"Well, if it's still active OSIS, Dara knows Prayoga, dong?"

Just sec. Why her?

"Pre-yoga?" I held my breath.

"Hm-m, Prayoga." The eyes of Irish are even sparkling. He seems more interested in talking about this man than Kak Bagas.

"Yes .. yes, know, Brother." I answered with a sigh. Suddenly the heart was beating fast. This conversation turned scary.

"What is he?"

"Hm ... he .. good .. really." Sounds dubious, but it is.

"Ah, thank goodness. Another dong, Dara. I'm gonna ask you one more."

Duh, stop! Don't ask about him anymore. My hands are shaking under the table.

"In high school the gossip about Prayoga isn't, anyway?"

My eyes narrowed. "What rumors, brother?"

"Gossip about her is the same chick, for example."

Spontaneous my head shook slowly.

"Well, I'm really curious" he muttered while leaning on the back of the chair.

"What's the question, Rish?" Esther who had been silent asked.

"Yes, he said he likes girls again, but does not want to tell the girl's name. Irish, right, so curious."

I'm curious too. I was suddenly curious. Still holding my breath, I gulped before finally asking, "Sister Irish. Brother knows Deket, yes, same Prayoga?"

"Yes, dong, Ra. Prayoga, right, my sister."

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