Guardians of the Heart #2
Chapter 36
“All work is also at risk, Key,” Arga said with a full mouth.
At the moment Arga and I were sitting on the front porch eating meatballs, I told him about what happened to the Lieutenant and also my concerns.
“But not all are at risk of shooting, Ga.”
“Iya, but the dangerous one is not just shooting, Key.” Arga chewed on the meatball then swallowed it before continuing his speech.
“Tukang Duren is also at risk, what if suddenly his head fell duren? Not just 1 but a truck?”
“Hahaha.. ah! you mah ngaco.”
“Eh, not this ngaco mah serious, Key!” Arga took drinking water because of the spiciness.
“But that's a rare thing that can't even happen, Ga.”
“Emang Lieutenant every day buried? Will not, unless the girl is getting caught it could be every day and believe it's more dangerous again.”
“Chiih! You don't really know.”
“Who knows, I just want to tell you that all the work is at risk and that the danger is not just shot. All you need to remember a soul mate, death is already there is a regular...do not need us to go to the battlefield to be shot, the proof is in the news there are other people sitting his year shot by a bullet target? It's his destiny, it's his life line if about it we can not avoid the power of the Divine.”
I was silent thinking about Arga's words which again had a point as well.
“Yes yes, Ga.”
“Yes, worry is natural but do not overdo it even torture yourself. As the Lieutenant often said all you need to do is pray for God to take care of him if he is again on duty, and if again it is not the duty of asking God to guard it from the temptations of the women who seduce.”
“AAMIIN!!”
“Hahaha..
“For him to be on TV coming home from Syria yesterday, the time of journalists so on the same occasion Leona happened first, Ga, right nyebelin.” I said with kesel because indeed the liberation team yesterday had attracted the public attention, especially the Lieutenant who had once gone viral.
The public seemed to be reminded again by the events of Leona a few years ago, seeing the figure of the Lieutenant who grew older and dashing makes it back into a warm conversation on social media and television.
Many television channels invited him personally to talk shows that he always refused. But he could not refuse state events such as banquets with the President and state invitations from the French and Japanese embassies that journalists must have covered.
“Nyebelin because of Leona inget or because so many like?”
“Two!”
“Hahaha..
“Ckk..
“Hahaha... his style the Lieutenant ate his meals the same President kept the Dubes... uh you also never ate-eat the same Ambassador child, hahahaha.”.
“Iiih.. don't get listed!!!”
“How are you tuh the Tukul?”
“Do not know and do not want to know!”
“Hahahaha... Don't do that, Key, same ex most beautiful tuh.”.
Without saying much, I threw Arga in a plastic cracker that just made her laugh.
“Same rich Vienna.”
“Yes beds.”
“Yes same.”
“What's the same?”
“Sama-sama crazy! Hahaha”
“Hahaha..”.
Arga and I laughed more precisely at laughing at themselves for ever liking someone wrong. But now I have returned to the man who stole my heart long ago while Arga…
“Where's Irene? All is well?”
Arga stood up while handing the empty bowl to the meatballs and paid for it, he sat down again before finally answering my question.
“Have broken up.”
“Hah! When?” I was surprised to hear Arga's reply.
“Sunday ago.”
“Cock not story?”
“At that time you were dizzy thinking Lieutenant who was again on duty to Syria, I did not want to add the burden of your mind.”
“Yes Allah, Ga, you should just tell me.”
“Nothing, key, everything is in order.”
“But you're okay?”
“Nothing, anyways I can guess if the edges will be rich gini.”
“Still because of Reva?”
“At first yes, but here and there so spread everywhere.”
“Where-where?”
“Iya anyway he looks for errors I keep.”
“Emang kamunya only wrong time, Ga.”
“Engga lah,Key.”
“If you are not wrong, he will not find your mistakes even though he is looking for.”
Arga was silent for a while then said, “Iya yes, hahaha.”
“You didn't drop him in the middle of the run?”
“Hahaha, engga!”
“Gak nyiram he used ice tehkan?”
“Chiih! That's your mah, Key, hahaha.”
I laughed at the events of Arga and Vienna.
“So..who is mutusin? You or Irene?”
“I.”
“You?!” I asked in disbelief.
Arga nodded in response then said, “A relationship without trust is no longer meaningful, Key, like an empty wrap without contents.”
“But you still love her?”
Arga fell silent then nodded, “I will not deny, I do still love him but why is it maintained again if this relationship only makes us hurt each other.”
“Irene how? He must have been hurt when you broke up.”
“Maybe, but at that time he could take it very well because it seemed like he had thought about this. We have grown up together, Key, already knows what is best for both of us and it seems like ending this relationship is the best decision for us.”
I smile to give him spirit, “No need to worry, I'm sure you only need a month to get another new one.”
“Hahaha.”
“But this time should be a serious one, Ga, don't mess around.”
“From the first time also dating a serious mah, Key, I never dated while playing bekel or snake ladder.”
“Hahaha.”
Arga Dewantara has never changed in the slightest to remain a pleasant person, who can make me laugh under any circumstances, my best friend. And now I can see maturity in him.
No longer as a young man who likes to go up the mountain and impressed uracakan, but now I can see the way his eyes are increasingly mature no longer attach importance to ego. Maybe it is age that makes us unconsciously turn into more adults.
Arga with a male release his love because he knows even if he maintains it there they both will only hurt each other, he said, I'm sure he made that decision because he didn't want to hurt Irene more with his baseless jealousy.
Whereas I. if I was as selfish as I was then maybe at this time I would not be engaged to the Lieutenant and still fall into a pit of my hatred and disappointment with him because of past problems. I am thankful that I am surrounded by people who never give up on my own feelings and always support me.
And of course the most important role in this matter was the Lieutenant himself who never gave up on my stubbornness and was always by my side despite what happened.
And now the man is on a glass screen talking to reporters covering an overnight dinner at the Presidential Palace and an official presscon about what happened in Syria a few days ago the past.
As commander of the force at the time of the release of the hostage the Lieutenant was given the opportunity to explain directly to the media and answer some questions from the reporters.
I smiled proudly to see the Lieutenant who looked calm and confident when speaking in front of the camera covering and answering the questions of the reporters firmly, uncomplicated. It made me miss him and without a second thought I contacted him.
“Assalamualaikum, prospective bidadari surgaku.”
“Hahahaha.. wa’alaikumsalam candidate imamku.”.
“Hahaha.”
“For what? Interrupt gak?”
“Ganggu.”
“Yes, you are bothering me who is busy thinking about and missing you.”
“Iiih... Mas Yudha!”
I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore when I heard the flutter.
“Why? That's the truth, dear.”
“If you really miss why not go home?”
“I also want him to go home, but I have to attend an invitation from the French Embassy tonight.”
“Emang should come yes?”
“This is the fate of the subordinates, Za, we can not refuse when the superior has given the order.”
I was a little disappointed to hear it because I honestly miss him a lot. Coming back from Syria we only met that night when I found out that his hand had been hit by a bullet, tomorrow the Lieutenant was still given a vacation but spent with sleep and I did not want to disturb him because he must be very tired.
The next day he had to go back to work to make a report and immediately went to Jakarta to attend a dinner invitation with the President further with an invitation from the Embassies who felt very grateful because the TNI had they saved the lives of their people.
“Don't frown, if the business here is done I will go straight home.”
“Who's pouting? I'm the hell engga.”
“Engga wrong.. hahaha.”.
“Iih engga! Really!”
“Gak kangen?”
“Kangen!”
“Tadi said engga.”
“Iiih, hgga pouting but kangen.”
“Oh, say dong daritadi.”
“Mas Yudha nyebelin!”
“Hahaha...nyebelin or ngangenin?”
“Nyebelin!”
“Hahaha.”
The Lieutenant who always teases me sometimes upsets me but also misses me when I'm far away like this. He even made me miss him between my hate and anger first, he broke my heart and then he fixed it. What is it with that guy that makes me like that? Or maybe the right question is what is it about me that can't seem to get away from it even when I want to?
“Stupid...it's a mate,” replied Arga when I asked her.
The Lieutenant who has not returned from Jakarta and Arga who is now single made us decide to walk together to fill the Sunday night without a lover, but fortunately I am not single like Arga, hehehe.
Arga and I sat in a barn tent of grilled corn scattered along Jl. Dago every night, especially Sunday night as it is now.
“If you are a mate, for example, one at the north pole, another south pole, will definitely meet also,” he continued while chewing grilled corn.
“Where's it? By faran.” I asked idly while biting the grilled corn covered in spicy sauce.
“Pas halal event bihalal fellow polar people.”
“Available events arisan.”
“Yes all moms.”
“Hahahaha...Why are his children?”
“His children eat ketupat same opor penguin plus shawl polar bear.”
“Hahahaha.”
I laughed until choking made me immediately finish the tea bottle that Arga offered.
“Don't laugh mulu later choke.”
“Already!”
“Oh already? Yes late dong ngasih.”
I snorted that made him laugh.
“You are weird.”
“You also answered strangely.”
“Means we're both weird dong.”
“Iya yes. hahaha.”
“Hahaha... already ah, we are back to lap-top!”
“Iiiih...nyebelin!”
“Hahahaha anyone remember the ex.. aww!”.
I kicked the leg of Arga sitting in front of me then smiled with satisfaction when I saw her in pain.
“So it's a soul mate huh, Ga?”
I asked back casually making Arga stare ferociously for a while before answering my question.
“Iya, it's a soul mate. You want to run anywhere, want to meet anywhere, even if rejected hundreds of times, you want to run, and dating a rich psychopath guy Tukul (Arga grinning triumphantly when he sees me whining at him) or courting any Ambassador child (Arga smiled broadly when he saw me start glaring at him) end of the day stay back with her.”
I nodded in understanding, “Wah destiny yes, Ga?”
Arga nods while biting his grilled corn, “Everyone is grim, Key and it must be the best for all of us, yes although not necessarily according to our wishes.”
I saw Arga smiling wryly, and I knew why he was doing it.
“Yes sure, Ga, you are rich.”
“How rich is it?” Arga looked at me not understanding what I was saying, he put the finished corn stalks on the small plate while I was still trying to finish my grilled corn.
“Ya as you said earlier, if indeed Irene your soul mate certainly will not go anywhere, maybe you will date with whom, who, he is also dating the same person or maybe even you are engaged to another person like Mas Yudha with Widy first, he said, but if not the soul mate will certainly disperse as well and eventually return to their respective places, the place that God has prepared for us.”
Arga fell silent while sipping black coffee then smiled while nodding in understanding. We then talked about something else and were laughing about the past story when suddenly two women startled Arga.
“Hei!”
The thick black-haired woman who was a little long flanged that was clamped carelessly with a tiny face, a pointy nose, a yellow complexion laughed sweetly when she saw Arga who almost jumped in shock from the claps on her back.
Behind her stood the little glasses girl who laughed at her, and I knew who she was.
“Yes Allah, Rin, what is the hanger?”
“Easy just take it to the ER,” replied the woman who Arga called Rin, she now looks at me with her big eyes make me smile at her.
“Known, Rin, this is my friend from antiquity.
“Fosil dong?!” my protest made Arga laugh, I then greeted the woman who smiled kindly to me, “Keyza, just call Kekey.”
“Rinjani, just call Arin.”
“You know not his full name Arin?” arga asked with serious eyes looking at me.
“Who?”
“Rinjani Mahameru Papandayan Merapi Gede.”
“Hah!” I was wide with a gaping mouth hearing a series of mountain names in Indonesia.
“Hahaha.. don't listen to Arga.” Arin laughed at me who was wide in shock, “Rinjani Mahameru Putri, that's the name given by my parents, the rest is given this one mountain child.”
Arga laughed when Arin called him a mountain boy.
“And this Reva.” Finally Arga introduced me to the girl who made Arga feel hesitant some time ago, “You know not her full name Reva?” Arga is now looking at me with prank eyes.
“Revalina S. Finish?”
Everyone laughed when they heard me parse the name of the artist.
“Not, but almost right,” said Arga made me think again.
“So who dong?”
“Revalina S. Mix,” said Arga made me laugh.
“Iiiih... do not listen to A Arga, Tea... not mixed ice, but es teler.”.
“Hahaha... oh have you changed your name, Va?” ask Arga.
“Udah, A. mixed ice is not good so replaced ice teller who knows so sell.”
We laughed again hearing Reva, they were both nice girls and I liked both of Arga's friends, but I could see something from her eyes when she looked at Arga… they both liked my best friend.
It doesn't seem like it will take long for Arga to find a replacement for Irene. For me, whoever is with Arga, I hope she is a woman who can make my best friend happy and always smile.
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