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Back the Real World, Kanya

Renjana Kanya's

I woke up with puffy eyes after crying all night. Plus not being able to sleep well, after my chat with Son that drained my emotions and tears. It was almost 02:00 when we agreed not to discuss our feelings anymore. Accept the scenario that has been determined by the Maha.

As for this morning, I had to drive Araz to the airport. The man had to return to Jakarta to complete the online media establishment project he worked with Mas Hanung. While in the hospital, Araz told me a lot. About his goal of setting up a media company with Hanung. Don't forget to offer to join them. I'm not resisting, nor am I.

The place I'm processing at is still comfortable and I have no intention of moving. I mean, print media deadlines are not as crowded as online media that must be updated every hour. Minutes even. I haven't been able to catch that exact deadline yet. Especially after last night. I lost face. How do I explain to Araz, if I still haven't completely forgotten my Son.

My face feels hot. I could not refuse the Son's lips when he kissed me. Heh, I even replied to her and instead kissed her first while not being able to withstand the turmoil in my heart. Then how can I meet Araz after what I did behind the guy.

Basic useless. What the hell is on your mind, huh? It is not aware from the beginning that the Son may not be the same you. Still hoping for something that will definitely not happen. You can betray Araz who is clearly affectionate with you. Less what try Araz, until you can be tempted by the Son?

Awake, Anya, awake! Do not remember how you fought desperately lo in order to escape all the memories of the Son?

Of course, only myself can answer the question in my mind. I can't possibly forget how I got out of the house and didn't intend to go back for two years. How do I survive with mediocre savings before finally getting a job as I want. Block all social media accounts, hide behind numbers no one knows except Damar and Almira, until willing to stay in small boarding houses to remove traces from circulation.

Until finally Bude Maya and Om Anas - the brother and sister of Father - visited me to Jakarta and bought an apartment from the legacy of the grandfather who should have been the right of Father. However, because Dad first returned to earth, they gave it to me as a mere child of Father's puppet.

And now, with just a kiss, I'm almost caught up again in a pseudo-feeling that it's clear there will finally be no hope. What else will be fought for? Whereas on one hand, there are men who clearly have sincere feelings for me. I can't afford to waste it, right? But I really don't know how to deal with it.

"Non Kanya, are you awake? Waiting for you, the same others at the dinner table, Non."

Bi Lastri's voice rang out from behind the room door. The housekeeper who replaced Mbok Darmi who was my nanny until I decided to leave home two years ago. Reportedly Mbok Darmi came out not long after I decided to leave home.

"Yes, Bi. I'll be down in a minute."

"Yes, Non. Mas Araz was also waiting, Non Kanya, from earlier."

Araz. My heart was pounding as Bi Lastri mentioned the man's name. Really, I really can't figure out how to deal with Araz after this.

Huuff ... Still with a little weight and puffy eyes, I woke up from the bed that was even more comfortable so that I could lie down for a long time. But obviously that's impossible. I've answered Bi Lastri's call which means I've been awake ever since. So how can I pretend to sleep if I have previously agreed to Bi Lastri's call?

Arrgghh ... why can I be this weak if I deal the same, Son? Hello, Anya. Back the real world. It's time to wake up. Not most dreams! Remove all feelings that can only prevent you from stepping.

"Have you woken up? Can I come in?"

Araz Voice. The man was standing behind the door.

God, how is this? What am I supposed to do?

Not long after, the door of my room was revealed. Araz is neat with a white polo shirt suit and Dongker blue jeans that make his appearance look masculine. Moreover, his hair was left a little messy. It makes the male look more macho, but it also looks soft on the other side.

"Mas Araz, are you ready? Will the flight be still noon?" I cover up the nervousness.

"Yes, the plan is I want to take you somewhere first before returning to Jakarta."

"Oh yeah? Where to?"

"Meet acquaintances. He has been living in Amsterdam lately. Show him there. It just so happens to be back in Surabaya. Long time no see. There is a chance, why not use it?"

"Mas Araz, the painter?"

"Yes, maybe you know the guy too. His career until now has not faded, since the beginning of his debut. Even now it is shining. Yes, there was a moment when he didn't show up. Reportedly there is a problem with the household, but it seems only sloping news anyway. They are still together until now."

"Who, Altar Adhyaksa her husband Dandelion Senjani?"

"Oh, you know his wife too?"

"Well, I'm very familiar with his wife. In the past, her novels became mandatory reading if you want to learn about feminist literature. He is one of the authors who actively raise the issue. Araz wants to see them?"

"Yes, actually want to meet the Altar anyway, but if you know Senjani, then I ask him to take his wife with you."

"So seriously can that be?" many enthusiast.

Araz just nodded slowly. The tip of her lips lifted looking at my excess spirit. Forgetting how sticky the eyes from crying all night. There is only a feeling of happiness that is overflowing.

"Yes, can dong. That's also if they are pleased. Like, I want to meet an idol."

My eyes sparkled at Araz's statement. I haven't seen my idol writer in a long time. In the past, during college, I actively followed every tour launching his book wherever he was. His friendly and fun figure to chat with made us very familiar quickly. Moreover, he never gave any distance to his fans at all. He can flow when talking about anything with anyone.

"Whoa, Mas. Who does not like to meet idols," I replied parroting Araz's statement.

"Yes, get ready. I'm waiting downstairs, right?"

"Yes, Mum."

After tucking my forehead, Araz came out of the room. Carrying also the heartbeat that I was unable to control when I did not know what to do. However, Araz has always relieved me in a simple way. And, I still had the heart to betray her sincerity.