Clandestine

A Piece of Tiramisu and a Turbulent Heart

“Lah, not doctor Reinard

leave from yesterday?”

For a moment my heart was like

it slipped to the bottom of the stomach when it heard Vienna say that to me.

Is this girl standing in front of me trying to make me joke? But

it's impossible for a Viennese to have any desire to joke with me. All this time we

not in a close relationship.

Not wanting to make Vienna suspicious,

I turned around to leave. Carrying the box I held tightly. Within

the way to the elevator my mind wandered. Where's husband? What

he's been doing it since yesterday? Why would he lie to me?

I stopped in front of the hospital

then I sat myself down on a long bench. My head suddenly got dizzy

and my heart feels misgivings. I threw my eyes in all directions, trying

distraction seeking. My eyes were fixed on the several cars that went back and forth

in the hospital.

My hand reached into the totebag

still hanging on my shoulder. I took my phone and dialed my husband's number.

Back I heard a tut..tut.

and this morning, he didn't lift it.

I bowed while closing

my face with both palms. I'm rattled. My husband is

now it? What did he do until he lied to me?

Slowly, I got up

I sat down and wanted to leave the hospital. Although there are many

the question in my mind about her, I should be able to restrain myself. Last

just because of the dishonesty, our relationship had a problem. And I didn't

I want it to happen a second time.

****

“I'm a hot espresso pesen!” me

waving at the busy Rangga in front of the cashier table. Without waiting for a sentence

in return, I immediately sat down on one of the chairs in front of him.

The man wearing the apron

the gray came closer to me. “Siang-day perch hot coffee?” it

raise his eyebrows confused. “You are sure that your tongue will be fine?”

I glanced at him before

finally take a breath. “Then strawberry juice aja.” Actually I

no desire to drink anything this afternoon. It's just, I think it will

it was so sad when I was home alone. When parking the car in

in front of the apartment, suddenly my eyes stopped at this cafe and then remembered

Stifling.

“Yes, I think the juice is better

than hot coffee.” The man muttered and left me to make

my order.

I looked at the busy Rangga

making my order strawberry juice. His hands nimblely put in some ingredients

into a blender, before finally the object began to noisily smooth the materials

the man looked deft, hinting that he had such an experience

this is for quite a long time.

Not long ago, that man

come bring a mouthful of juice and also tiramisu.

“I didn't order this.” I said

while pointing at the tiramisu which is now in the middle of the table. From the looks of it, cake

it looks so tempting.

“I gave it free.”

Rangga's smile widened.

I smiled at the corner

my lips. “Maybe I'll take into account coming here every day.

Because I just order juice and get free tiramisu.” My babble

then take a small spoon of tiramisu and put it in my mouth.

“Hmm...enak.make your own?”

my continue.

Rangga folded his hands in

front chest. “Not me. But my chef.”

I laugh. Which I mean too

it was not Rangga himself who made it. Except this delicious tiramisu really

produced by this cafe itself, not the message outside.

“Yes..ya…. I understand.”

Nug at me. Lazy to argue and prolong this problem. My life is full

trouble, and just because of a piece of tiramisu got me and Rangga involved

argument also, it's not a funny thing.

“Not that you are in

Singapore?” Rangga. “When back?”

I put my spoon and

breathe out slowly. Hearing what Singapore said reminded me of my return

we were in a hurry yesterday and ended up with the great surprise I got

today in the hospital.

“I came home yesterday.” I said on

eventually. “There are important things and I have to hurry back.”

Rangga. Seems

he had no intention of asking further.

“So today you are off?”

“Ya...more precisely so.”

we both fell silent. For a while, I was tempted

this taste of tiramisu in front of me and continued to put piece by piece into

in my mouth.

“Do you want again?” ask

The insects when the tiramisu on my plate only a quarter of a piece remains.

“Free?” my cock.

The man nodded. “Yes! If

you don't mind the calories in it.”

I'm clucking. This guy actually

sincerely not if I ask for one more piece?

“Akh, forget! My stomach is already

satiated.” I sip my juice. I realized that since morning I have not

my intention was to have breakfast with Reinard with the provisions I made earlier.

However, let alone breakfast together, where my husband is now I don't know.

As a result, the box now ends in the trash.

“You sure Jul?” tanayayaan.

“Do not hesitate.”

“Iya.” I'm nodding. “I just

want to play alone because of loneliness at home.”

“You can play around here if

lonely Jul.” the man stood up because there are customers who want to pay. “

I'm happy to receive you here.”

That's how I was this afternoon

linger in the cafe along with Rangga. I watched that man so

nimble and deftly accept customers and work on multiple orders

alone though he also has some workers.

By late afternoon, I was finally

excuse me for going home.

*****

The atmosphere of the house is still like that

the morning I left. There was no sign of Reinard coming home. I sighed

breath, then try to contact him.

Still same.

The phone is not at all

appointed. I had a desire to contact the orphanage, but I didn't

want to make Ayu's mother worry and think no-no. Then that intention was me

undo it and I'll go back to saving my phone.

The night is coming, and back

there was no sign of my husband coming home. I cried in the corner of the room until

finally asleep.

The next morning, when the sun

morning began to slowly infiltrate through the window slit, I opened my eyes slowly.

I felt a hand curled up on my waist. I looked, and found

my husband was asleep next to me. I don't know when he comes, I'm the same

not knowing at all. Maybe I was too tired to cry, to fall asleep

he was silent and unaware of his return.

I turned around, staring

my husband's face was silent. A feeling of shock came from my heart. What other things are

he's hiding from me? Does this gentle face again keep a secret

what I don't know yet?

“Oh...have you woken up?” it inched.

His eyes were piqued by the reflection of sunlight from the window.

“When did you come?” much

slow down. Although there are many questions in my heart about his two-year-long departure

today, but I have to hold it. I'm willing to find out everything

alone, without asking my husband. Even I plan to keep that a secret

yesterday I came to the hospital to see him.

“Almost dawn earlier.” His voice sounded

rasping. “And you are still asleep.”

I'm not saying. My heart is churning

want to ask where you have been for two days? Why lie to me? What

did you do it yesterday? But everything was stuck in my throat. Can't stand me

eject.

“Are you okay baby?”

he rubbed my face. “You don't look fresh this morning.”

“Oh..

with work.” Sahutku lied. “Is yesterday in the hospital so busy

until you don't call me?”

Reinard nodded. “Yes that is,

there are many patients. I'm sorry...”

I swallowed the saliva with great difficulty.

Apparently even though I was fishing, he still lied.

“Can you get closer?” it

pulling body.

“Why?”

“I want to hug you this morning.”

He rested his head on my chest. “I miss you Julia...”.

I'm speechless.

For the first time, I felt

I hate hearing that word.

******