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Revealing the Hidden

Renzana Alcatraz

I didn't expect more women to look at me with longing eyes. I didn't even expect him to look at me. But our gazes meet. The girl's eyes were looking. There was clearly a radiance of anger in both of his eyes that I longed for.

Three weeks is not a short time for people who are in love. I'm in love, that's why three weeks without Kanya is so excruciating. The woman looked at me with hate. Sure oes.

I really don't want to be labeled as a nettle or anything, which is said to come not picked up home not delivered. It's just that the circumstances that forced me have to disappear for a while. If I don't do it, I don't know what will happen after that.

I once said no, if I used to have a fear of death that at times picked me up, so dare not feel in love. Especially after the younger brother finally had to succumb to the pain he suffered. My fear is becoming. But I'm luckier than my little brother who died more than five years ago. When he was so young. The luck that led me to the next story until I met Kanya.

"Eat this soup first. Your stomach will be better after eating," I said as I offered a bowl of seaweed soup that eomma used to make when I was not feeling well.

We sat facing each other and finished our food in silence. Kanya didn't even talk to me. He enjoyed the bowl of soup I gave him along with an omelet roll and a sandwich.

I know everything on the table right now is not the right match. But those are the only ingredients I can find in the refrigerator. Minus the ingredients of seaweed soup because I brought it from home. Kanya did not comment anything. He just kept quiet and enjoyed the food I put on his plate. Although he did not invite me to speak, at least I am grateful that Kanya still ate my cooking.

"I'm sorry" I said as soon as Kanya finished her meal.

The woman sat expressionlessly in front of me except to show her face as a result of crying that had either been shed for how long. It makes my heart feel pain. Especially when I found out, I was the one who made her cry.

"Sanya" called me to see the woman's response. I looked for his lowered eyes, staring at the end of his interlocking fingernails. "What do I do to make you forgive me?"

Kanya is still mute. But this time no longer play the tip of his nails. He lifted his head up to look at me. His face remained expressionless. There was a clear wound emanating from the look of his eyes.

"Mas Araz still owes me the same explanation. What exactly is Mas Araz's relationship with Arez?"

I've guessed if that's the first question Kanya will ask me. Because before I "disappeared" though, Kanya was so enthusiastic about agreeing to my date to hear the story about Arez.

In fact, when I saw him half drunk in front of a 24-hour mini market not far from his apartment, Kanya was raving about a lot of things. Arez's name is not always called. His face suffered so much. As if holding a burden or perhaps a regret that he could not convey.

"Arez, where exactly are you? What is your relationship with the insolent man I left behind?"

Three cans of medium-sized beer were empty when I saw him sitting with his head resting on both hands on the table. While the other hand still grasps the fourth can of beer that lives in part.

Ck, it would be crazy for me if Kanya often acted arbitrarily without caring about her own safety. Even with low-grade alcohol is uprooted. It could be in the style of drinking alcohol.

"His, Kanya, why are you here?"

His eyes narrowed sharply as he looked at me. "Oh, you're back? Where the hell are you from? I promised to tell you about your relationship with Arez. You even said."

"I'll tell you the same story, but we go home first yuk."

"No, no, no. I don't want to go home. I want to know about Arez. Where are you hiding out in Arez?"

"Arez, I'm sorry that as long as you're your best friend always bothers. I'm sorry for always being the same. I love you, but I don't want to split up with my son. Arez..."

The rachauan Kanya is becoming. The woman leaned her head against the window of the car. His eyes were closed, but his mouth still did not stop talking. Reveal anything that might disturb his mind.

"Rez, I've broken up with Son. You said that if I broke up with Son, you want to date me, right? But why have you not heard at all and he just showed up?"

Kanya pointed at me. He smiled as he continued to look at me with a glance.I don't know, I can't translate it other than a longing look. Could it?

"He looks a lot like you, Rez. You have the same body scent. The way that scratches behind the ear if nervous, the way that secretly squirms me, even you also have the same likes. Coffee with a little creamer without added sugar. Lo know, also really like dumpling noodles. I like him, Rez. I also love to see you in Araz."

I reflexively stepped on the brake pedal. Not because it had arrived at the woman's apartment building, but because of Kanya's words. He even vividly mentioned my resemblance to the man he called his best friend.

My heart is beating fast. I tried to kidnap her like I was on my way after LF's social service. But before I could ask, Kanya had fallen asleep.

I had to lift her body to the female apartment unit. Again. Without knowing what he was saying was really from the heart.

"Where, does Mas Araz mind?" Kanya's question woke me up from the daydream. He looked at me with a hard look.

"If the reality is not what you expect, what will you do?"

Kanya didn't answer my question. The woman looked at me with an investigative look. Although bersit longs not able to ignore it completely.

"That's what I'll decide after seeing the reality."

I took a long breath. Lost what words I had to tell Kanya.

"Fearful?"

"meaning?"

"Yes Mas Araz is afraid that the truth will hurt you?"

I smiled weakly. I don't know what made Kanya think that. But I can't argue with him. That woman has the right to judge me as she pleases. Because for three weeks now, I've been thinking about this situation when I have to face.

"OK, but we have to go somewhere first" I said in the end. Maybe now is the time to reveal the truth.

"Where?"

"Walking to Arez."