I'm Not an Actor

Trash queen...

"You sure you miss me? Not her?" Yoga asked again.

"Who's Irene?" ask before answering the Yoga question.

"Why do you ask that?"

"I don't want anyone else but me, Ga. But if there is, I'm backing out."

I distance myself from the embrace of Yoga. Yoga is not trying to get me anymore. He let me stay away.

"Irene is the past. The meeting yesterday was just an accident."

I also know that they accidentally met. And it's because of my stupidity to call Yoga in. They finally met.

"You called him again?" Yoga shaking.

"I don't want to have access to contact him anymore. I don't want to be stuck with the past."

"Irene is the past. And you, I wish you were my future."

I don't believe in yoga.

"But I'm a widow. I have a child, Ga."

"Where's the problem?" tanya Yoga left me speechless.

"May I ask you something, Wid?"

"What?"

"As you said earlier about Irene. I don't want anyone else but me. Or I'm backing out."

I hold Yoga's hand.

"I'll finish it, Ga." I said to reassure Yoga.

"Then your job?" ask Yoga.

"Do you mind if I don't work anymore?"

Yoga staring. Then shook his head.

"Stay at home looking after our children and waiting for me to come home from work."

"That means you're forbidding me from working?"

"I'm not banning you. I'm just asking you. You saw your parents. Your mother's working?" I'm shaking.

"Your mom's happy?" I'm nodding. Because as far as I know mom is very happy with her life even though mediocre.

"You and your brother are happy with your mother at home?" ask Yoga again.

"Very happy. Different from my friends whose parents work. They are often lonely. As for us, after school mom always greeted us with our favorite dishes."

Yes, even if only the cooking is perfunctory. But we never went hungry. Never late to eat.

Every morning she was busy with her children and husband. We are proud to have a mother like my mother.

Is that what Yoga thinks?

"You've got another job, huh?"

"A long before we met, I worked in two places. Usually after the shophouse, I go to my other place of work. But since there's been you, I'd rather linger in the shophouse with you."

Yoga always pays for my lunch, whatever I want. Turns out his earnings are double.

"You're letting go of your other work?"

"No. I work at night. After dropping you off."

Oh, my God, why didn't Yoga ever say? If he says I won't ask him to take me home. Or just want to walk.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm male. I still work hard during the night." said Yoga saw I regret because often troublesome it.

"But if we're married, I don't want you working all night."

"Later the money is less, how?" ask Yoga.

"My father never wants to go overtime, Ga. Let his income be mediocre. The important thing is to have time for his wife and children every day."

"That means you accept life for what it is?" ask Yoga.

I nodded for sure. If you are loyal, Ga. I murmured in my heart.

"Thank you, Wid. It's okay if we go everywhere on a motorbike butut?" ask Yoga.

"Have I ever protested about your bike, if your screwdriver?"

Yoga brought her face closer to mine.

"I'll face your parents."

Then without me expecting it, Yoga kissed my lips. Gentler. And make my heart feel like it's beating really fast.

I fell silent enjoying the lips of Yoga that there is sweetness.

Yoga of a smoker. On his lips was the pungent smell of nicotine. But I like it.

"You're not angry, are you, Wid?" ask Yoga.

"Why angry?"

"I kissed you without permission." I want to laugh. Because I'm no longer a kid who should ask permission first.

"I'm not abege anymore, Ga." I said.

"Different yes, dating abege children the same age as us?"

"Indeed you're going to date me, Ga?"

"Not really, anyway."

I pinched Yoga's waist. Piqued.

"What do you want, Ga? Did you say that?" I was the one sulking.

"say what? I didn't say I wanted to be your girlfriend. Try to remember again. Did I just say I wanted to be your girlfriend?"

I almost cried hearing Yoga. And that must be really embarrassing.

"I told you, you're the mother of my children. Not to be your girlfriend. Shame ah, it's age dating."

Yes also. Why am I a Baperan?

"I'm going home, Ga."

"I'm taking ya?" Yoga offers itself.

"But ujan, Ga. I'll order a taxi online."

Not that I refuse, but I pity that Yoga is raining. He will be home alone. Pity if it's cold.

"Yes, then go home later." sahut Yoga.

"But it's night, Ga. Not good with your neighbors. There are women in your home. How about a digrebeg?"

"Happeningly. Keep us married free." Yoga laughing. He always had a good answer.

"I don't want a free wedding. Entar even married aka mass wedding rame-rame, again."

"Snake dong. His first night was a rame-rame. It's just like it."

I even followed up laughing. Yoga is always weird when it comes to comments.

"Ga...It's night." whine me.

"Yes, bobok yuk it's night." I throw Yoga with a little pillow.

"I'm serious, Yoga!"

"I'm serious too, baby."

My face immediately blushed called my love Yoga.

Then suddenly Yoga stood up.

"Where are you going, Ga?"

"Say he's going home. Still not." replied Yoga.

I'm standing up. Address tomorrow has the flu. I get the flu when I get rain.

Yoga locked the door.

"Helms?" I asked, because as far as I was Yoga put his helmet near the living room table.

"Do not wear a helmet." Yoga says.

"Ujan, Ga. Wet my head if I don't wear a helmet."

"Diplastic his head don't get wet."

I was getting upset with the Yoga answer. Really bummer.

Tau-tau Yoga opens the garage door. And when I see the contents in the garage, make my eyes glare.

There's a sports car in red, like the one I told Yoga. If I want to ride a sports car. Yoga was on me, what color did I like. I answered the red.

And now the sports car is in the garage of his house.

"Whose car is that, Ga?" askaku.

"There used to be a girl who wanted to ride in a red sports car. Pity it if it's not obeyed."

"Ih, what the hell...!"

Yoga still remembers my jokes. Yoga takes it seriously.

But whose car is this? Yoga won't answer my questions. He said, you just go up there is no need to know who this is.

But I'm still curious. If this is his own Yoga car, is he that rich to be able to have his own sports car?