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The Best Time to Forget Memories

Renjana Kanya's

The rain is pouring down on my body. The fact that the home address Mas Hanung sent was exactly the same as the address Damar gave me, made me unable to think clearly. So what exactly is it? They're brothers? If it is, why didn't Araz tell me and avoid it? He even asked me if I would hate him knowing about his relationship with Arez.

My tears are flowing. Mixed with rain water increasingly wetting my body. Also heart. There was a disappointment that silently cut my feelings. Is all this just Araz engineering? Or...what exactly does the man want? Does he just want to play with me?

Recall again the words of the neighbors next to the house Arez if both parents were in Jakarta. The family's first child is ill. So that means, Araz's been missing for two weeks because of illness? If that were the case, it would still not be able to explain where Arez was now. Did he join his family in accompanying Araz? If Araz is really sick though, why did Mas Hanung ask me to meet Araz at his house?

Although the rain was still pouring down on the earth, I forced to call Mas Hanung to immediately get an answer to the disappearance of Araz, the man's relationship with Arez, and why did Mas Hanung ask me to visit his friend's house. Before long, the ringing of the connecting tone was replaced by a typical greeting of Mas Hanung. Abi's carefree voice becomes a backsound that indicates that the man is at home.

"Where have you met Araz?"

"Mas Hanung deliberately wanted to do me a favor or what the hell?" I also held back the crying so that Mas Hanung would not be suspicious of my hoarse voice.

"Well, what does he mean, why do I know you?"

"Mas Hanung doesn't know that Araz is sick anymore?" Long time, no answer from across. "Hallo, Mum! Mas Hanung's still there, right?"

"Sori, sori, Abi just asked for something. So how was it?"

"Gue asked, did Mas Hanung not know that Araz was sick again?"

"Araz's sick? Where is he now?" mas Hanung's surprised voice sounded not contrived. It seems that the man did not know that Araz was indeed sick. So what was the point of asking me to visit Araz's house?

"Mas Hanung really doesn't know?"

"Well, how do I know that Araz didn't tell me? He said he wanted to go to his parents' house in Bandung. That's why I asked you to check back there. We want to make a project together, but he can not be contacted at all. Where is he now?"

"Saying his neighbor, Mas Araz's parents to Jakarta saw their first child who was sick."

"Okay, I checked into her office. We will look at each other if you have returned to Jakarta. Don't try to cry, you also get sick" said Mas Hanung to surprise me. I smiled faintly, forgetting that the person had an emphat tendency towards others.

"Sori Mas, this has nothing to do with Araz, but I wonder, does Mas Hanung know who Arez is?"

Across Mas Hanung let out a long sigh. Before finally saying, "If it let Araz who is clear lo. Okay well? Sometimes there are boundaries that cannot be broken in a friendship. Arez's business is too personal for Araz, and I don't have the right to tell you the same story."

Phone connection disconnected. Leave the increasingly roaring claustrophobic in my heart. Tears are spilling again with the rain that no longer leaves memories.

Heh, I smiled cynically. Who says if it rains just about remembering. For me, rain is a time of forgetting memories. Not only about the wounds, but also the disappointed that whack the soul. Because for me free, remembering when the rain will only accumulate the burden of the mind. The present alone is so tiring, especially plus the past that comes along. For me the most appropriate rain is to hide the tears.

I stared at the jengki-style house for the last time. Bringing with it dashed hopes about the meeting I had long dreamed of. But before I could walk away, my eyes caught the shadow of the Son who was now standing beside me. The man was also drenched. Even he seemed ordinary despite being in the rain that fell so heavily.

It turns out I'm the only one who's still hurt alone. Torturing hearts with endless vengeance.

My body resigned as the Son led me into a black van that stopped across the street. Reminds me of Damar and Almira's message to make peace with the Son. Could this be the time?

Isn't rain the best time to forget memories? Maybe I should forget the painful memories of my Son.

***

"Sori, I promise not to make a fuss or bother you. He's an important person to me" said the son shortly after entering a black van driven by a middle-aged man.

Next to the man sat a young woman who was probably two years younger than me. He was indifferent to the Son and turned his eyes away. Observe the rain that falls soaking the windows.

"Gue was sure that he was actually jealous" whispered Arlan in the ear of the Son who was clearly caught by my hearing.

"No need to bother talking."

Even though there was pain infiltrating silently, I still acted as if I did not care. Have I not promised to forget all the bitter memories with the Son and make peace with those painful feelings? I can start trying not to be jealous of that young woman.

"Sori, I took care of you," I said enthusiastically to Arlan. Of all the members of Nada Sumbang, I was the closest to Arlan even though he was the last to join the band.

"Look easy. I like to play in the rain. That's great, too" Arlan's tease made me smile. "Eh, get to know him Vika, Nada Sumbang's manager. Mumpung we are not so famous, want to ask for a signature first do not lo?"

"It doesn't need to be bathed so it doesn't explode in heat. Waiting for you to have an album. Let me all be fangirling" I said after meeting Vika.

"Oh yes, the rain seems to erase memories as well," I added for a moment while glancing at the woman. I wanted to know how she reacted, but Vika had no interest in taking her eyes off the rain.

My words actually made Putra urung wrap a jacket to cover my body. I didn't mean to insult that man. I just want to know how Vika reacted to my sentence.

"Wear this, your body is already shivering," said Putra almost inaudible as he handed over his sun-scented jacket blending with the aroma of chocolate and mint. It's still the same as before. No, this is not a list to forget. For in the future the fragrance of the Son will continue to smell as long as we do not fight each other, again.

"Sa ae lo, Her. Not the rain and the memories of the fall together huh? Btw, long time no see, more beautiful lo." Arlan was still stirring his temptation. Arlan's mouth used to like being out of control if it had met the person who made it feel comfortable.

"Oh yeah? Thank you, I have not lost my treatment all this time," I said immediately. Facing Arlan does not need to think seriously like solving math problems. "Btw, thank you Nggit, have found out my address to Audya. Thanks to you, I often get unexpected deliveries."

Arlan laughed in response to my sharp statement. I knew the man must have conspired with Putra to deliver the various packages I received two weeks ago. Starting from the flowers that end in the trash or snacks to the weight that I gave the end to the security guard.

While Anggit who sat in the back with Arlan and the others, just smiled clumsyly. Bassist Nada Sumbang may have never expected if he would get a blow from me so soon.

"Together, Yes," Anggit retorts dead style. Obviously he couldn't answer my words. Alfian and Danu who saw Anggit's expression could not hide their laughter.

"Kan, what I said, be careful when dealing with Kanya. This even casually addresses the pretentious lion," said Arlan among the laughter. "Tuh, look at yourself, he can't help you if it's already in position like this."

My smile is getting wider. Make the Son not stop glancing at me with a fluffy smile.

"My parents are the same, I swear. How many years have we not seen each other?"

"A century, don't you feel it?" arlan's sharp comments are just a smile. I don't even hesitate to laugh.

"Congratulations, Ar. Your attention is the same me, until a century did not meet you still remember too. Btw, congratulations on your first single. I've been horrified, it's still pure." My comment when I remember if Nada Sumbang has officially joined the label and just issued the first single.

"Himself also can't move on that."

"Eh, I'm single because of Ar's choice, not a curse."

"Oh, so all this time you've been ngutuk the bucin let alone a lifetime?" Alfian also commented and held back a laugh when he saw the expression on the Son's face. The man looked misbehaved even though he was trying to hide it.

"Maybe, well it doesn't have to be a lifetime either."

The son only fell silent as I uttered a satirical sentence which I clearly addressed to him. There was no comment from his lips. Until I asked the question in a soft voice without the usual cynical tone I had been doing for the past two years.

"Where, the vocalist won't give you any clarification?" my question is to make the Son pinch the back of his hand. "Not to overdo it this time. I'm not the one who doesn't know how to thank you."

"Gue hasn't found a new muse yet" Putra's comments left other members of Nada Sumbang unable to help but laugh.

"Muse? I said designer." Arlan's nosy mouth won't stop commenting.

"Well, what is the right thing to try, let me just think of him making a song."

"My life is finally. Jesus," said Danu when he heard the Son's confession. Looks like the guy got stuck with all his boasting to the Nada Sambung personnel.

"Thank you for the vocalist's confession. I'm tired. We are at peace yuk. The problems I face will not be endless as long as God still loves me the chance to live. Not to mention the addition of lo problems that have been so rusty for so long."

I know, it was not only the Son who was surprised to hear my statement, but all the members of Nada Sumbang who were in the van. How they bear witness to a romantic story that ended tragically due to the marriage of our parents. How devastated we were when we were unable to face such a torturous destiny. I decided to make peace with this pain when I was away from home. Far away from where I've been hiding all this time.

"Where? There are many witnesses."

"Isn't it true that we're just brothers?" asking the son made me smile.

"Peace is most important. Genuine business is not sincere, it can be thought of later."

The son reflexively pulled my body in his arms. While Arlan and the others cheered for the peace of two human children who suffered long enough.

"Thank you, New. I know I have a lot of shortcomings. But I promise to be a good brother to you," said the Son still clutched my body. It's not the same as before. Because my heartbeat is no longer beating fast. So does the heartbeat of the Son sound normal.

I smile. It turns out that love as a woman and a man is long gone.