Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Memories of Closeness

Trililliii...

The sound of her voice call shocked Calya. He woke up and dragged the phone call button without seeing who called him.

"Hello... Dear. Ga, how are you?"

"Hello... I'm..." A man's voice came from across the phone, but it wasn't Dirga's.

"Who are you?"

"Sorry, I just want to make sure that you, uh Miss Dirga are okay? Has Miss Dirga eaten anything or maybe something is needed?"

"You... A praba? Uh I mean Mr Praba?" Calya finally recognized the voice of her caller.

"Yes, last time at the health center I had asked Ms. Dirga's phone number to Ms. Bambang, because at that time I had to leave so I could not wait for Ms. Dirga. But as a neighbor, you must still monitor the situation of Miss Dirga. If anything happens I'll be blamed."

"Oh, yes. Thank you, yeah."

"Hmmm..."

"Yes, thank you for helping me and bringing me to the health center. Thank you for worrying about me too."

"Care? Hello... mean this word worry how yes? I'm just helping and this time I'm monitoring because I don't want to be blamed for anything happening to Ms. Dirga because now we're neighbors."

"Oh so, huh? Well, maybe I misinterpreted the words of these mothers."

"Mom's words? Meanin? Oh so you guys are rubbing me, huh? Basic mothers yes, certainly not far from the name of gosipin people."

"How come you uh you eh Mr. Praba this honorable so kegeeran ya."

"Geeer? No need to be a geer that's the truth, right? Never mind, you guys do like my gosipin, right? Ahh hard to be a cool guy like me this must be the talk of mothers."

"Issha... Jijay I have. I'm already ah I want to rest. I might faint again if I talk to you later!" Calya hung up the phone, threw the device next to her and then she lay back down to curse Praba with the words that came to her mind. I don't know what swearing he made for Praba.

Praba smiled after the sound of his interlocutor's 'tut' had ended the communication. Indeed, Praba deliberately made Calya upset with him so that Calya's mind was diverted.

Verily, Praba knew that tonight Calya would be sad and would cry if she remembered Dirga and the incident she experienced this morning, because Praba knew what had happened to Calya and Dirga, and Praba knew that Dirga would be polygamous.

Really, Praba doesn't want to see Calya sad. Wh why? Because of the facial strokes and behavior Calya always reminds Praba of Mayla, his late wife.

Praba recalls the events of that day when he first met Calya through an incident on the street. At that time Praba was stunned when he saw Calya angry at him. Indeed, the woman before him at that time was very similar to Mayla, his beloved wife who had been home since a year ago.

But the woman was married, that's what she knew at the time. Until finally Praba finds out that the lucky man who has tied his heart is Dirga, his own friend.

The events of this morning were still ringing in Praba's mind. The quarrel of Dirga and Calya that was seen by him. No, not just a quarrel between husband and wife, but about what they discussed that now tickle in the mind of Praba.

She knows how Calya feels, how broken her heart is, even if it's done for humanitarian reasons. For some reason, Praba feels angry at Calya's grief. Yes, Calya's grief is like taking her back to her time with Mayla. The time when Mayla fought against her disease until finally had to succumb to the fate of death. At that time Praba tried to do anything that could make Mayla happy and anything that could make her recover, because Mayla was his wife.

But this time he witnessed how Dirga sacrificed his own wife's heart for the happiness and healing of other women. Will Dirga return to Calya after her second marriage? Is it so easy that this polygamy will end without any dispute of the heart? What if it was Calya who would eventually be abandoned by Dirga?

"www..." Praba hits his own head trying to restore his sanity. Why should he think about other people's domestic problems.

"No, I have to pretend I don't know. But, oh no... Caly. I'm...."

For some reason there was a voice from within Praba, a voice or perhaps an order to protect Calya.

***

The expanse of sea water along with the waves ripples looked so beautiful this morning. The gust of wind was refreshing, removing the sweat of anyone who was in the park that was only limited by the embankment with the sea.

Some wheelbarrow merchants who sell food and drinks already appear to be lined up peddling their merchandise. A few people were seen in the park. Some have just exercised in the morning, or some deliberately come to enjoy a snack or breakfast sold there.

Calya sat on a garden chair facing towards the sea. His gaze far looked at every whirring of the waves, perhaps hoping that the ripples of the waves could roll up his nails and take him far away.

Since dawn, Calya has been awake. After performing her morning prayers, she kept looking at the phone screen, she was still waiting for news from her husband. But boredom made him throw the device then he passed out of the door of his house. Calya walked down every street that took her to the park now.

"You?"

"Yes, me! Eat this porridge first. You passed out yesterday, surely due to malnutrition, this porridge is good for adding blood." Praba placed the bowl of porridge in the hands of Calya who was resting on her thigh. I don't want Calya to take that bowl.

Praba passed and momentarily returned with another bowl of porridge. He sat down next to Calya.

""Let's eat, mumpung is still hot, why even seen anyway?" Praba said as he started scooping and eating his porridge.

"Why are you here?"

"Yes, geez! It's a public place, anyone can come here. Weird...." Praba replied while continuing to eat his porridge.

Calya just scrunched her forehead. I don't know why that guy feels like he's always been overshadowing his existence. Not at home, not on the street, this man was always suddenly present to blur his imagination.

"Ehhh, even more dumb. Come on dong at the meal, you need breakfast to heal quickly." Praba grabs the spoon in Calya's bowl and scoops the porridge and feeds it to Calya.

Calya looked at Praba who was reciprocated with a nod from Praba. Slowly Calya opened her lip valve and let the spoon filled with porridge into her mouth.

"That's dong. Next eat by yourself. Shame on seeing people." Praba then continued to enjoy his own green bean porridge.

Praba continued to eat while enjoying the view before him. A small smile fell on her lips. At least he had made sure Calya had breakfast and was fine.

At dawn, Praba intended to exercise in his yard. But when he saw Calya coming out and continued to walk away from his yard, Praba rushed to follow him. I don't know, this shouldn't have to be done. But there is a feeling of care and a desire to always keep Calya that makes her do that.

***

Two motorcycle taxi stopped in front of the official house. Calya and Praba got off each bike. Praba then reached into his pocket, taking out two pieces of five thousand that were handed over to each driver of the ojek, which then passed away. Praba knows Calya didn't bring any money when she left her house earlier.

"Thank you, yeah." Calya said to Praba.

"okay."

"Hm.. I'm going in first." Calya turned her body towards the door of her house.

"Eh... Wait!"

Calya turned back to Praba.

"What's wrong?"

"If you need anything just tell me, call me at that number last night. You don't go alone anymore."

"Hmmm...." Calya nodded her head then turned back towards the door of her house.

However, just before opening the door of her house, Calya turned back to Praba.

"Wait...."

Praba who was walking towards his house stopped and turned to Calya.

"What's wrong?"

"Hm... Since when do we call each other and you?"

Praba was silent for a moment. He is confused too. Me and you? As if they were familiar. A moment later he looked back at Calya.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Miss Dirga."

"Oh.iya. Sorry too Mr. Praba."

The two of them smiled at each other, but before long the smile became a laugh. They laugh at the same time.

"Come on, Miss Dirga, get some rest."