Flavour Bias
Daydreaming of the Occurrence of Yesterday Afternoon
“Marissa Indrawan is not a person who likes to lament sadness.” I said it in front of the mirror exactly a few minutes ago before coming out of the room.
If it wasn't for Mama's request, I'd rather sleep than have to go to Om Hasa's office and meet the cocky guy again.
Last night Om Hasa called and asked me to come today. I'm sure Mama complained yesterday to a man I've taken for granted like my own father.
“May today be your lucky day,” said Mama at the doorstep as I bid farewell.
“All the same day, meet the arrogant guy, not the unlucky day Icha, Ma. If today we meet again, Icha sure, God just wants to test the patience of Icha.” I laugh.
Mama smiled broadly. “Mama is proud of you.”
“Hust. If not Mama, who else would be proud of Icha.”
“From you alone.” Mama patted my shoulder. “Don't forget, the late Papa and Kak Nana must also be proud of you.”
I stared at the gentle woman.
“Later if you have arrived directly to meet Om Hasa. Mama believes everything will be fine.”
I could only sigh while nodding. If Mama had said so, I'm sure that everything would be fine as Mama said. Although I lost face and lost the confidence to come there, but I could not do anything when Mama asked for it. Maybe everyone already knows how that guy kicked me out yesterday.
“Udah, you're leaving. Be careful, later when you have to tell Mama.”
“Mending Icha to there with Mom. Let Mama speak directly to Om Hasa.”
“Aduh, Mama has to sort through the shipment last night. Anyway, Mama, ‘kan already said the same Hasa.”
“Ya has already. Icha depart.”
Mama waved her hand and let me go riding a motorcycle.
Honestly, I was nervous and afraid that yesterday's events would happen again. Not the insults, insults or insults of the man, but I was afraid I could not be patient with him, so I failed to keep my promise to myself to be a patient woman like Mama.
If I could turn back the clock, I would go back to Ashilla and Angkasa's wedding, there I would be more careful and not praise Edgar excessively, so maybe I won't lose focus and don't spill coffee into that cocky guy's suit.
Hhhhh .. There is no point in blaming the situation for everything that has happened. Although on the other side of my life was messed up because of that arrogant man, but my heart was in the heat because Edgar's brother catapulted him deep into the clouds.
Yesterday after a walk from the park not so far from where I live, he drove me home. Edgar kept his promise to Mama to drive me home at seven. I was really happy because my one wish came true, which was to be close to my idol writers.
I failed to get her to a place I had recommended. She was afraid she couldn't get me home on time and instead spent a lot of time on the road.
“We can go another time, I do not feel good with Mama you,” said Brother Edgar that afternoon after I said that the journey is quite far, from my home alone can be an hour and a half, he said, that's also if it doesn't get stuck.
I can't stop admiring him.
“So, now where do we go?” tanyakanya.
“Ke aja park. Brother just stay straight, keep turning left. There is a pretty good park.” There was nothing else I could think about but going to that place, when I could take her to a cafe and have a cup of coffee.
“Oke.”
“Sister is okay, ‘kan to the park? Or want to go to the cafe?”
“Neventually need.”
Arriving there, Edgar immediately parked the car on the side of the road, then we went down and immediately looked for a seat.
We sat on the grass enjoying the twilight that was slowly dimming. The orange shadow that afternoon was reflected above the surface of the lake.
“You like ice cream?” ask Edgar suddenly.
I looked at him for a few seconds, then nodded.
“What feeling?”
“Brown vanilla?” tanyanya.
“Strawberry vanilla.”
“OK. Wait yes.” Then he got up and left. My directions followed his departure, suddenly he stopped and queued at the ice cream stand.
Within five minutes, he returned with an ice cream cone. I don't think a grown man would do that. Or maybe I like it too much when that guy treats me exactly like he treats Asa?
“I became a kayak Asa dijajanin ice cream,” I said clumsy while reaching for the ice cream he gave.
“I've never had asa jajanin vanilla ice cream, she likes chocolate,” said Kak Edgar while sitting back.
I smiled at how sweet she was despite being said in such a flat sentence.
“By the way Brother Edgar is very close to Asa?” manya curious.
He looked up at the blue sky with white clouds just like cotton candy.
Her firm jaw, her not-so-white skin was also not so black making her look gallant. All the portions are enough for me. Pretty handsome, pretty sweet, pretty rich, smart enough and enough, my God, I just want him. Ahaha!
Suddenly I saw his jakun moving, up and down as he was about to say something. Although I like to see it that way, but I hope God keeps me sane.
“Asa,” He gave a pause, I refocused listening to him without thinking of anything else. “He is the reason I come home every time I travel from various cities in America.”
“Oh my God,” murmured me amazed.
“Now he is the reason I live in Jakarta, but instead follow Ashilla live in the house of Angkasa, Opa house so quiet no small children,” lamented.
“In my house there are no small children, but not lonely because I often cosplay so children.”
Edgar smiled at me. Instantly I felt the God of Amor again stick his arrow in my chest.
“You sure are like this huh?” ambiguity question.
“Where?”
“No,” he answered while taking his eyes off me and looking back at the blue sky. I followed him staring at the clouds that were slowly being carried away by the afternoon wind.
“Kak Edgar is not snacking on ice cream?” I looked in the other direction.
“Ngak,” the answer is short.
I looked up to hear his voice. “Nih.” I thrust my ice cream at her so that it can be enjoyed both exactly as in the advertisements.
Edgar looked at me.
“It ... when I eat myself.” I brought the ice cream closer to her.
“Nothing, eat aja.”
“Totally?”
“Iya.”
“Hhhh ..” I thought he had bought an ice cream cone to enjoy it both like in an ad, but I guess–
Suddenly my daydreams ran out and I was stunned when she********my ice cream is frozen. I want to jump for joy.
He smiled and looked away from me. “Your cheeks are red,” her murmur.
“Hah?” My heart fluttered and I was quickly bowed.
The incident yesterday afternoon really left me unable to sleep and unable to stop thinking about it. Now I'm not only in love with her books, but with her people.
