I'm Not an Actor

He said he didn't come home...

Yoga billed me a promise that would tell me the reason why I didn't choose kebaya.

"Why?" ask Yoga.

"I'm bete with your friend Irene" I replied as I hugged the little pillow.

"Irene? Bete why?" Yoga staring.

"She doesn't like me being there" I replied.

"Then anyway? You go there to buy. Why should he not like it?"

"Where do I know. From the tone of his speech looks really" I replied pretentiously.

"That's just your feeling. He's good with me."

"Yes the same you. You're...." I did not continue my sentence. Because actually I just thought about it too.

"I why?" I'm shaking. Want it but not delicious.

"You suspect I'm related to Irene?" ask Yoga again. I'm nodding.

"That's the past, Wid. You want to know the story?" I nodded again.

Thank goodness Yoga told me without asking.

"We used to have a relationship. Since I was in high school, Irene has liked me. He comes here often. But I always stick together."

"Why?" my many.

"Because I don't dare get close to girls."

Yoga often hangs out with girls. They often tease girls. And I don't have a schoolmate named Irene.

"Where is he at school?" my many.

"other school. We're SMP friends."

That's right my guess. Because I never knew Irene. Even though I don't know all my schoolmates, at least I know their faces.

"When she was in Junior High she was ordinary. And me, you know what? I used to flirt with girlfriends." Yoga chuckles to himself.

"After High School, he lives not far from here. His parents contracted down the street there." Yoga pointed towards Irene's house.

"Because our neighbors so often met. Our school is one way."

I was thinking about Irene's school without asking.

"Sometimes we are together. If I bring a motorbike, he often I take it when I see you."

I remember, Yoga used to carry its own motorbike when going to school.

"I just thought it was natural. I know him, and one way too. It wouldn't be nice if I didn't offer it together."

Makes sense too. Time yes there are walking friends dicuekin.

"But it seems to make Irene different. He thinks I have his attention. Even some of our friends, consider Irene my boyfriend."

It could be, because Irene is pretty and Yoga is pretty handsome too. Even though I never had a crush. Because I don't dare to like guys.

"From the teasing of a few friends, Irene felt sure that I liked her. Because I like to say yes to the ledge of friends."

Who wouldn't want a boyfriend like Irene. She is still beautiful, especially in her youth.

"Irene then ventured to ask me that. I dare not answer no. Fear Irene offended. I'm just trying to avoid it." Yoga took his breath.

"I was looking for another way to school, so I wouldn't see Irene again. But Irene kept on chuckling. He used to ride me to this house. Well, then, I usually stick together."

"Oh yeah? Stuck under the table?" I asked while laughing.

"I was hanging out at the neighbor's house. Well, at Siti's mom's house. Then Siti's mom came to Irene. He'll tell me I just left. And usually Irene will leave me a letter through Siti's mom."

Oh, it's worth it yesterday there was a middle-aged woman who told me a little bit about Irene. It seems that's called Siti ma'am. I hold my smile.

"Why? Funny about my story?" ask Yoga.

Then I told Yoga that I met Siti's mom yesterday.

"Great Lady is that, huh? Just remember that story" Yoga said.

"Keep your story going on or...." I purposely hung up my question.

"After we graduated from school, we had a chance to date." Yoga staring. Then hold my hand.

Maybe Yoga was afraid I'd faint to hear it.

"Because of the relationship between my parents and Irene's close parents, we're getting more and more in a matchmaking relationship. Even they'll marry us off after I finish college." Yoga paused the story, then walked to take a cold drink from the refrigerator.

Yoga picked up two cans of drink, and gave one to me after opening it.

I drank it while focusing on hearing the next Yoga story.

"I went to college out of town. While Irene works at her aunt's clothing store. Our relationship is only by phone. Because I rarely go home either." Yoga drinks her drink.

"Slowly I started to miss Irene. Maybe I love him too. I don't know. Because the truth is I've never been close to another woman."

"Until one day, I heard the news that Irene was pregnant. At that time both my parents thought I was the one who impregnated Irene. I was called home by my parents, put in charge."

Yoga laughing.

"Any right? I've never done anything under the responsibility."

"Why can your parents behave like that?" my question is not to understand.

"Irene wouldn't confess to her parents who had impregnated her. Because they know I'm his girlfriend, so I'm the prime suspect."

"His parents came here to talk about the condition of Irene who was pregnant. And asked me to take responsibility."

"After I swore that it wasn't me who impregnated her, even I dared to be reunited with Irene, only my parents believed in me. Shamed, Irene's parents moved away. I don't know where because I hate Irene I never want to know."

"Since then, I've never communicated with Irene again. I never want to know who's impregnating him. She's married or not. Anyway I don't want to know anymore."

"If you say I'm heartbroken, you can too. Because since then I don't want to be close to any girl. Especially to commit. I don't want to go back even when I'm done with college. I'm looking for a job there."

"When did you get back here?" my many.

"Since both my parents died. I felt that sin could not accompany them to the end of life. Then I decided to go back. I'll take care of their graves so we can feel closer to them even though we're different in nature." Yoga closed his eyes.

He looks very sad.

"Then yesterday I met Irene again" continued Yoga.

I remember their meeting. Irene who was unceasingly staring at Yoga while waiting for me to shop.

"But you guys look familiar?" manyaku.

"Yes, because I don't think there needs to be any more trouble between us. I don't want to hold a grudge. Even though I'm very disappointed in him."

Yoga took my hand again.

"Believe in me. There is no room in my heart for him. If I look good to him, it's just being friends." Yoga looked me in the eye.

I also looked into Yoga's eyes. I want to find the answer in her eyes.

"I never want to love Irene again. Enough for me he let me down first."

I held my hand Yoga. The story of Yoga answered my question about Irene.