Flavour Bias

Go home

I asked to go home because tomorrow I have to attend Yuri's engagement. And he granted my wish, and I was well, and so was he, so Grandma and Grandpa allowed us to go home.

This morning, before we left, Grandma told us that we should take care of this marriage. I even want to laugh when I hear it. It's like a joke I've laughed at before. I don't think he and I will ever manage to maintain this relationship. Although, he was adamant about not divorcing me, but I was sure that one day he would.

Yesterday when his friends came to the house, he was finally honest that he and I were just married and about the boy he lied, it was all just to make his friends curious and come to see how funny our son was. I think he's crazy. He's really hard to guess. So, don't expect me to understand his way of thinking.

And now he's sitting on the plane with his eyes closed just as he did when he left.

“People who always close their eyes, are those who cannot enjoy life,” I said. “They also can not enjoy the trip even if only one hour.”

“Hm.” That's the only response I've heard.

“I don't like prestigious people, should if I'm right, admit it.”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Iya, you are right.”

I looked away and looked out the window, the cotton swab made me feel like I was in a dream. Like just yesterday I left and was shocked because the man sitting next to me was the one I deliberately avoided. And now, I have to live with it. Every day when I open my eyes, I see it. Every waking up in the middle of the night, I saw it too. Hopefully later I can realize my desire to separate from him and return to normal life.

Yesterday also his friends praised me, he said he was lucky to get a cheerful woman like me. Then how are the exes who managed to make him like an undead? I became curious, who is the woman that Mr. Sugeng meant.

Mama once said that the boyfriend who had been considered dead was still alive. Or is Mama just making up? But, Mama knows from Aunt Ira, did Aunt Ira lie to hide something else we didn't want to know?

I did not spend my journey daydreaming because even while daydreaming I still enjoy it. Enjoy the coffee provided, snacking on pastries provided by Grandma. While I just found out that Brother Iyash can't eat or snack on the way, not even drink. Every time I offered him food, he just brandished his palm without looking at me. This time I found a guy like him.

***

After getting off the plane, we ordered a taxi. Although it has been reduced, but his cynicism is sometimes still felt. Especially when I say that I want to go back to Mama's house and we'll stay there. He instead said, “My bar is many and maybe your room will not be able to accommodate it.”

“You don't need to bring all the stuff, ‘kan?”

I forgot how to behave. There is no more Icha, and there is no more Sister Iyash, now there is only me and you. That way I'm more free to argue with him.

“Indeed, but I can't because all the work is sometimes done at home.”

“Sometimes? So, more d office, ‘kan?” my guess. “That's up anyway, anyway we stay at each other's houses. Because I can't leave Mama alone at home.”

“Begging Mama you stay at my house.”

“Ngak. Delicious,” snorted.

He was silent for a few seconds and the taxi driver waited for our decision on where he would take us home.

“ Anyway I want to go home Mama.”

“Ya already, to her house, Mr.”

“Where?” the taxi driver was confused. I quickly told you my home address. Then the car drove off to my house. I've missed Mama, home and especially my scented room.

I finally won from him. Although there is no win or lose, there are only those who are stubborn and who want to give up.

Will he one day give up and grant my wish to separate?

***

We got to the front of the house and Mama greeted me, she hugged me for a long time, then looked at Sister Iyash. The man was going to shake hands with Mama. However, Mama hugged him without awkward.

“Log in. This is also your home.” Mama opened the door and the man came in first. But my mother held me. “Where?” tanyakanya.

“No how-gimana.” I cringed in wonder.

Mama clucked. “Ih, you are this. Mama mean she's dashing, ‘kan?”

“Mama can see for themselves, what is meant by dashing,” snoring me while entering.

Mama chuckled.

“I want to take a shower first,” I said.

“Yes, you can eat after the shower. Had lunch yet?”

“How different?” ask Mama.

“He ate in his sleep,” I said as he walked away. “Eating from where, since on the way he slept,” snorted me.

 I opened the door to the room. The smell of strawberries landed directly on my nose, even though I had not yet entered. I miss my favorite sweet spot, because here I'm free to do anything.

I immediately went in and played the radio tape, Alan Walker's song, The Spectre immediately echoed in this room.

“Hello, hello.”

“Can you hear me?”

His special music invites me to dance while singing.

I quickly undressed, then threw him in the basket. Right in front of the shower is a large mirror that shows the whole thing without any lies.

“Walk along the path unknown.”

“We live, we love, we lie.”

After the shower, I was ready to wear my clothes. However, I got a message from Yuri and she asked me to come because there was someone who wanted to meet me.

[Who?] ask me to reply to a short message from my best friend.

[EO at my engagement tomorrow.]

[Due.]

[Hurry here, I wait.]

I let out a breath. If Yuri said she was waiting, there was usually something she prepared. I finally picked clothes, got dressed up and suddenly I wanted to dyed my hair a little curly.

I was wearing a regular black blouse with jeans, and I guess everything looked ordinary. However, Mama commented on my appearance.

“Different, if you are married, the makeup is neater, where are you going?”

“More neat how, just ordinary kayak gini,” I said. Then I grabbed Mama's hand and kissed her. “Icha to Yuri.”

“Ngapain?”

“Tomorrow Yuri Fiancee, Ma.”

“Keep if the show is tomorrow, now what do you want to go there? Poor Iyash tired.”

I'm stunned. And completely forgot that there was him in this house. I think Alan's three songs made me forget him.

 “Now where is he?” my many.

“Tadi, on top of your visit to room.”

“Hah? But, Icha don't see him.”

“Maybe on the balcony.”

“Ya has ah. Icha leaving, pity Yuri nungguin, have not seen for a long time.”

“Yes you permission first with your husband. What if he doesn't want you to go, will you still go?”

“Udah permission yesterday, the money is now home.”

“Oh is?”

“Iya. Bye, assalamualaikum,” pamitku.

I immediately pulled the motor out of the garage, then darted away without thinking what about the man Mama called my husband.