I'm Not an Actor

Ride car.....

Yoga still behaves the same as it did the previous days, even though I have said it all.

He said before the yellow streak curved, he could still get along with me.

"Lah, let's say I'm married later, I'll still be your best friend, Ga".

I stirred my drink. Because we were in the cafeteria across from the shophouse.

"But the situation will be different, Wid."

"Different how? I think it's the same, Ga."

"Yes bedalah. Every lunch you will be with your husband. Departing and going home from work must also be with your husband".

The face of Yoga looks sad.

"When you leave and go home from work, it can be true. But if it's lunch, will he bother looking for me, just to eat?"

Yoga with comment. He was still bribing his food.

I actually want to tease Yoga, let him get better. But could not bear to see his sad face.

Yoga never know, if the last few days I rarely communicate with the Angga mas.

He seems to be busy with his new project. Yeah let it go. I was happy because I had a lot of time to myself.

Not alone, exactly with my koplak best friend. There is less taste if a day is not with Yoga.

So if it's lunch, I'll take it if Yoga doesn't come to my room.

After work, I'll go to the room first. Sometimes ask him to drive me if Andi mas not back to the office.

"Kangen, huh?" The sound of Yoga greeted me immediately.

I threw the paper on his desk at Yoga.

"Ge er just you, Ga."

"Let's go home, it's four o'clock." take me.

Yoga is still working with her laptop.

"You want to go overtime?"

"You want some nemenin?" ask back Yoga.

"Didih, males very. Mending's coming home, playing with my son."

I'm now more open with Yoga, since I've told all my life stories.

Yoga closed his laptop and grabbed his jacket.

"Come" take Yoga. I followed him out too.

For some time now, Yoga has been putting his helmet on my head.

This afternoon too. Yoga put his helmet on my head. Then buttoned. And I immediately fell behind Yoga.

At first I did not notice, if it turns out that the Angga mas is not far from the parking lot of the motorbike.

Until the moment the car passed in front of the Yoga motorbike. And clawed us.

"That would be your husband! I don't take responsibility if he's angry!"

"Biarin. It's time to go home from work. There's no reason to get angry!"

Suddenly I remembered, there were some needs of my son that ran out. My mother sent me a message.

"Ga! Stop by the mini market there? I want to buy my son's needs!"

Yoga just nodded, and turned his bike to the mini market.

"I'm waiting here, huh?"

I'm nodding. And Yoga took off the helmet I was wearing.

It didn't take long, except when I was at the cashier. I saw Yoga sitting on his motorcycle seat, smoking.

It looks very macho. His hair was rather longish, a sturdy jaw with a thin sideburn.

Very different from the Angga mas which always looks clean. Her clothes were always neat with her hair.

Ah, I'm shaking my mind. Why do I praise him? I threw my eyes the other way.

After I looked back to the front, the girl in line in front of me looked at Yoga continuously.

Then I pretended to drop my groceries. To ruin the girl's view.

I also want to see the girl's face clearly.

"Oh, sorry Ma'am." I took my dropped groceries.

"Yes, it's okay." he said politely.

Alamac. This girl is so pretty. Where the style is very elegant.

The fear of losing Yoga is becoming more and more. When the girl's eyes look back at Yoga.

Actually I want to ask, why he stares at Yoga continues. But I feel it's very inappropriate.

I finally took the initiative to call Yoga in. And I'll be friendly to Yoga. I want to see the reaction of this girl.

(Ga, enter dong. Follow me in line. Bete tau)

Yoga answered my message.

(Manja! Usually by themselves too)

Yoga threw away his cigarette, and walked in to me.

Just like I planned. I was very friendly with Yoga. And succeed. It caught the girl's attention.

"Yoga?" greet the girl.

"Irene!" Their eyes are both locked. Look at each other.

Until I nudged Yoga's waist. Because his eyes seemed to be eating the girl.

"How are you, Ga?"

Then they get involved in the conversation. I became like a goat.

My face is like a boiled shrimp. Untamed is tara. Intentions want to heat up the girl, even so I'm hot.

"Your boyfriend, Ga?" The girl asked quietly, and her eyes stared at me.

I hope Yoga answers yes. But back again I had to swallow disappointment.

"No. Work buddy. It just so happened that we went home one way."

I was getting upset, what kind of answer was that? I was impressed that I had no meaning for Yoga.

"Oh. Kirain." Then they went back to talking.

If only that time, I accepted the expression Yoga love. Yoga will answer that I am his girlfriend. Maybe even his wife. And Yoga will hold me tightly when it answers.

But the rice while it was already a porridge. I don't give any answers to Yoga. In fact, saying that the next plan, mas Angga will propose to me.

Oh, naw. I don't want to lose Yoga. I don't want my rice to turn to porridge. But how. I do condemn my stupidity.

The girl managed to escape from the cashier queue. And they walked to the front of the mini market. Then sit down in a row.

It hurts my heart to see it. Until I'm out of focus when the cashier has finished counting my groceries.

"Mom! Ma'am...!" The cashier's voice startled my daydream.

"Oh yes. How muchisit?" Then I took the money in my wallet. And hurried to leave the cashier.

"I'm done, Ga." Yoga gave me a glance. Then say goodbye to the girl.

"Yes, Ga. I'm waiting for news."

And we passed from the girl. I just nodded my head and smiled a little. Yoga did not introduce me to her.

And as usual, Yoga put a helmet on my head. If this I don't expect that girl to see it, because my hand carries a grocery bag.

Yoga asked for my groceries, and put them on the front.

"Who was that girl, Ga?" I asked when Yoga had just launched the bike.

"Oh, Irene." replied Yoga briefly. That's why I know, because I heard them say names to each other.

"Beautiful, huh?" I want to see the Yoga reaction.

"Beautiful. Is she a girl. Time is handsome."

Ish. What a shitty answer. Yoga drove the bike faster, so there was no chance for me to ask this about Irene.

Tomorrow morning, I will ask again. I want to know, there is a relationship what Yoga and Irene.