Clandestine

Secret Barrage

“Tumben coming

to home...” Greet my mother when I emerge from behind the door.

“Ih.

his son kok mama even said that anyway?” I went into the house and then

straight to the kitchen. From the front door, my nose smelled a delicious smell

kitchen direction. And it turned out to be true, mama was cooking meat stews.

“Wah I came

on time nih.” I said spirit. “I help ya ma?”

“Not done.

You sit down.” Mom pulled my hand and told me to sit in the dining chair.

“The food is so unpleasant if most hands are held.”

I sneered.

Where do you believe such baseless myths. However because

not wanting to argue, I finally relented and sat down the herd on the chair while

peeling orange.

“Tumben coming

Jul. Not working?” Ask the mother who is still standing facing the stove and

his cooking.

“Comfort ma. Finale

pekan. “sahutku while putting a peel of orange into my mouth. “Where is it?”

“Enter office.”

“Rosa?”

“Tuh in room.

Again the same oppa-oppa virtualnya.”

I giggle.

“Reinard where

Jul?” I heard my mother turn off the stove and walk towards me. Sliding chair

then sit next to me. “Kok not invited anyway.”

His problem.

I came here intentionally not to invite Reinard. I'm honestly still upset

with what happened last night. Even though he promised to say something

with regards to the beggar, yet I am still upset that he cannot

directly honest. Am I not his wife? I deserve to know what happened to him, though,

either his past or even his life now.

“She is

incoming call from the hospital earlier.” My answer is not entirely a lie. Because

this morning after we got home from the hotel, he got a phone call and

scurried away. Where else if not on call from the hospital.

“Yaaah.

mom kangen same mommy.”

I didn't

answered. Busy with my sweet orange that so seduces my saliva.

“Jul, how.

What has worked yet?”

“Success what?”

I pretended not to understand. I know what Mom meant.

“Yaaaah Jul.

about mommy same papa dapet dapet his grandson when?” mama looked at me with

look at eyes full of hope. “Your papa's love is old, he wants to be pampered

grandson so the company can be immediately he gave to Reinard.”

I put

the rest of my oranges are on the table. Then look at mama. A long time ago, I wondered why

papa wanted to give the company to Reinard, even when

Reinard couldn't have done it because he was a doctor.

“Ma, Reinard the

the doctor. How can he hold the company. He is basically a patient

ma, not a company tour.”

“Ya era

now I can learn Jul's self-taught. Reinard pinter, mama's sure he's not either

will learn too long for business problems.” says mama lightly.

“Mending papa

give it to her husband Rosa deh.” I said indifferently. “Why should Reinard

try.”

“Viv! Rosa

still small.” Sahut. “Lagian, papa has really fallen in love the same

Reinard Jul. before you were known, papa had told me with mama that

Reinard will be betrothed to you, and the company will be yours.”

“Idih, believe

very similar Reinard.”

“Gimana

believing. Look at your husband that his man is very polite, it's good again.”

I turned the ball

lazy eye. I don't know why my parents were so fond of Reinard from all sides.

Even calmly handing over the first daughter in their family

to that man, although I ended up being just as charming.

****

After eating

at home, I went back to the apartment. My intention is to clean the house

because since I got back from Paris a few weeks ago, I haven't had a chance

clean up.

Reinard hasn't

go home, because the apartment is still quiet as usual. After changing clothes

with short training pants and a tee shirt, and curled my hair, I

get down to the field. First I clean the tables, chairs and wipe

everything is. The papers that if they are not used, I throw them all away

dumpster. Then I swept the entire room and ended up mopping

all floors. Sweat began to wet my body even though I turned on the AC. Appreciable,

burn calories.

After home

all right, the last thing I do is wash my clothes. Last wash

it was three days ago and it was Reinard. I used to check

bags on clothes or pants before I put them in the washing machine. I

do not want the rest of the tissue or paper just make dirty colored clothes

blacker.

“Reinard, why

not thrown away anyway?” I grumbled when I found the fold of paper in my pocket

husband's jacket. That jacket was just yesterday I saw at home, probably all this time

always in the car.

“This what....?”

my hiss as I unfolded the neat paper that I finally knew it was

shopping receipt.

I'm wrinkling

eyebrows, seeing how much Reinard spent on pizza

and burgers. But that's not what surprised me, it was the address

the fast food restaurant is located on Braga street, Bandung. Suddenly my stomach

it was heartbroken, I remember a while ago Arian called me and saw Reinard

in Bandung. And the date is the same as Arian who called me at that time.

In a hurry, I

pick up the phone on the room table, to contact Arian immediately.

“Halo Jul...” greet

the young man when he had just picked up the phone.

“Yan, you still

inget not the jacket that Reinard wore when you said look at him in Bandung?”

I'm quick without further ado.

“Still anyway,

why why?”

“Just ask.

Cepet, what color is the jacket?”

“If not

wrong anyway, navy.” color

My heart slipped

instantly, my eyes turned to look at the jacket that was still in my hands.

It's navy-colored, exactly what Arian said.

“Jul, no

ken—“

Not yet Arian

finishing the sentence, I already hung up the phone first. Nonexistent

time explained this - it was on Arian that the starch would culminate with him who

december to everyone.

My head's dizzy

suddenly and both of my heels felt weak.I dropped my body on the sofa without

exertion. What's wrong with Reinard?

****