Flavour Bias
Two Choices
I got in Iyash's car. He turned the wheel and slowly drove away from the Aunt Miranti residence.
“You have two options, answer honestly or I drop you on the road.”
“Hah? Where does Brother Iyash know I'm lying?”
“I can pretty much guess which one likes to lie and which one is used to being honest.”
I grieve. “Oke then prove.”
“Why do you know this family?”
“Means?”
“I'm sure you quite understand my question,” he said without turning a head.
How would he know I was honest or lying if he hadn't even looked at me at all?
“Means Aunt Miranti's family?”
“Yes, who else?”
“Kan, it was in the car I explained to Om Hasa.”
“Now you explain again.”
“No obligation for it.”
Instantly he stepped on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the road, not even having time to pull over at all. “Down.”
“Kak, danger, if you stop in the middle of the road suddenly like this. What if there is a vehicle in the back?”
“Whispering! You answer, or go down and go home by yourself.”
I spread the view. The streets were pretty quiet and I never came home this late.
“So, her sister is my mother, her name is Aunt Mila. Well this Aunt Mila is married to her cousin Aunt Miranti. His name is Ben. Satisfied?”
Slowly he returned to driving. My heart is anchored, I'm afraid he's stopped in the middle of the road again like that.
“How long have you known Ed-gar?” He separated the name of Brother Edgar, such as fear of being wrong or reluctant to say his name.
I scratched my head. If I told you a long time ago, maybe he wouldn't believe it, but why not.
“A long time ago. From SMA,” lies me.
“I know you lied.”
“Ya sure, ‘kan this morning in front of Om Hasa already I explainedin.”
“Remember the choice is only two. Answer honestly or you go down,” he said as he drove back. “The more evasive, the more I know you're lying.”
I wet my throat. “Yes, I haven't known his family for a week, but I've known Edgar long enough, he's the author of the book I read.”
“Not a week, but already this aggressive?”
“I'm not aggressive, I'm just easy to get along with,” my rebuttal.
“So, you don't know anything about their family.”
“Whose word, I know,” I said as I tidied up the cardigan.
He looked up and looked at me.
“You know that my Papa has a relationship with Aunt Miranti.”
“It is,” tukasku keceplosan. Both of my eyes were puffed up and I immediately patted my own mouth. “Bund, sorry, Bund, accidentally,”.
“Oh, so you know.”
“No, no.”
“Do not lie, or you–”
“Iya-iya.” I'm tired of hearing the threat. “Now take me home, don't nanya again.”
Iyash's brother snorted and immediately turned the wheel. I took a long breath. I hope he's not weird anymore.
“You know that Edgar was–”
“Please don't.” I clenched my hands in front of him. “Do not do it again. I promised Aunt Miranti.”
“Means true.” Not a meter away he was driving, he stopped again, but this time on the side of the road, but I was still scared.
“Yes, it's true. Earlier, Aunt Miranti herself said, that's why Brother Edgar went.”
“Where?”
“I don't know.”
“Where?” He leaned his body.
“I really don't know, Brother.”
“Ask the number.”
“Nmobile.” I hugged my bag.
“Where's the number?” He's persisting.
“Do Not Kak.”
“Yes already, you are down. Down.” She pushed.
I don't think long, other than I get out of that car and go home by myself. I was about to open the door, but he locked me.
“You What's Brother Iyash? Said I was told to go home by myself?”
“I just want to ask for the number.” He lowered his voice.
I really feel bad. I want to fight him, but he will definitely do the thing I don't want to do. Threatening me, pushing and pulling me violently. Mom and Dad never did that to me.
“Quick.”
I had to reach into my bag and get my cell phone, then give it to her.
“Open. You just call it the number.”
“I'm lazy.”
He took my phone. “What's the password?”
“Date and year of birth.”
“Jawab correct,” said flat.
“Different two days six years from the date of birth Kak Iyash.”
He's clucking. Then look at me annoyed.
I pushed his body. “Come out let me take the car.” One thing I learned from him, I should not be afraid of bullies, because usually people like him will take advantage of the fear of others and the more I show my fear he will put more pressure on me.
“Quick down,” my door on the car owner.
She's staring.
“You just say how many sandals and we go.”
“No, no need, you stay down and think to yourself.”
He down. And I really feel like I'm winning. We changed seats and I drove the car quickly. Fortunately I had a course driving a car, at least for urgent circumstances like now and when Mama wanted to be escorted by car.
“You lied, ‘kan?” he asked when he almost arrived near the housing where I live.
“I'm not lying. Ask there Aunt Ira.”
“You know my date of birth?”
“I know,” reply me fierce.
“How much?”
“Yes, if not mistakenly remember two days before my date of birth and six years before my year of birth.”
“Sssstttt. How many do you say?” tanyanya.
I stopped right in front of the complex. I don't think he knew we were there. “Can count no hell.” I took my phone from him. “Still ushered. Next time it's recorded, I've never been afraid of a cocky guy like you.”
“Hei. Marissa!” he screamed from inside the car.
I got down and slammed the car door. He shouted my name from the open car window.
I immediately entered the complex area, lucky Mr. Satpam has closed the fence, so that no car can enter. My small, slender body could overtake by just walking sideways. I'm sure Brother Iyash won't be able to do it if he insists on catching up with me.
I flicked my lips, stuck out my tongue and mocked him. Then I wave my hands while prancing as a form that I have won and he lost to me.
Time shows at half-twelve in the night and I'm sure Mama hasn't slept. He'll be waiting for me, just like he was waiting for Papa to come home a few years ago before Papa died.
I passed a few blocks and I finally reached my most comfortable home.
I dialed the number Mama and Mama immediately answered my call, it was a sign that Mama was not sleeping and was waiting for me. “Ma, Icha in front.”
“Where have you been home from these nights?” cecar Mama on the phone.
“Bukain, Mom. Icha tired.”
Mama opened the door and walked a few steps towards the fence.
“Assalamualaikum, Ma.” I kissed the back of her hand just after Mama opened the door.
“Waalaikumsalam. Where is aja from? Where is your motor?” He held both of my shoulders and twisted my body to look back. “You got a begal?”
“Amit-amit,” muttered me while entering the house and Mama directly locked the fence, then she followed me inside.
I went to the kitchen and got a drink. “Where first? Mama phone Hasa said you've come home from afternoon.”
“Emang Om Hasa did not say?”
“Say what?”
“Return from my office directly at.”
“Oh. Want to eat?”
“Tomorrow ah, lazy ngunyah.”
“Yes you are now resting. Tomorrow leaves in the morning, ‘kan?”
“Hm. Icha go straight to the room, Ma. Capek.”
“Iya.”
That night I went to my room and slept. However, I can't stop thinking about Brother Iyash. About that arrogant guy already home or still in front of the complex?
