I'm Not an Actor

Learn to taste the cooking of your love,,,

A week before my wedding day, I was preoccupied with preparation that was quite draining.

Although the event will be held simply, but still have to think about consumption and documentation.

This is a once in a lifetime event, Yoga says. Must maintain sacredness and certainly must be perpetuated the moment.

I contacted a photographer who had been recommended by Yoga.

Today Yoga can not deliver because of his busyness in his place of business.

Yoga has given me a motor for walking here and there.

I arrived at Toni's studio, Yoga's friend who will be a photographer later.

A young man greeted me at the entrance as I pressed the bell.

"Good afternoon. Can I see Toni?"

"Yes my own. Can I help you?" The young man was named Toni.

Not too young either. Just because his eccentric appearance made him look younger than his real age.

"I Widhi. My future wife Yoga." I extended a hand.

He welcomed my helping hand with a smile that was choked from lips that looked a bit blackened from probably smoking too much.

"Oh...Hay...How are. Let's go in. Yoga has a lot to say about you."

I looked at him in wonder. What does Yoga tell us about me? Ah, Yoga why not tell me first if it turns out Toni already knows about me.

"Oh, huh? What does Yoga tell you?" I walked into that studio following Toni.

"much. But nevermind. The important thing is I've met the person directly" said Toni.

"Definitely different from what Yoga tells you?"

Toni chuckles. Then take me to sit on a rattan chair that looks like a conch.

"Much more beautiful." I blushed in shame.

"It could be, you."

"Eh really. It's different with...." Toni did not continue her sentence.

I can guess it. I think that must be Irene.

"Irene, huh?"

"Irene? I don't even know."

Quibble. Are there any other women besides Irene?

I pretend I don't care, let Toni tell her herself.

A minute. Two minutes. No more talking.

"When don't you know Irene?" my fanc. Tony shrugged his shoulders.

"Cigarettes?" Toni offered.

"I don't smoke" I said.

"Oh sorry. If Lidya is a heavy smoker."

The lidya? Who her?

"Who's Lidya?" my many.

"Mantian Yoga. Looks like."

"Looks?" I looked at Toni's face.

Not yet Toni answered my question, came a beautiful woman. Prettier than Irene if I think.

"Hay, Toni. Oh, there's a guest. I'm Lidya." The woman, whose name was Lidya, stretched out her hand.

Welcomed it.

"Hay. I'm Widhi."

"He's his future wife Yoga." Tony explained to Lidya.

"Oh yeah? Well, it's nice to meet his future wife Yoga directly." I'm just smiling.

Lidya took out a cigarette from inside her small bag. Then offer me like Toni was.

"Sorry, I don't smoke" I subtly refused.

Tony opened his phone that was ringing. It was like receiving a call from a woman.

"I'll be out for a minute. Lid, please accompany Widhi for a moment. I have business." Then Toni said goodbye and apologized to me for leaving me.

"Lid, I'll pinch your car for a second. It's hard to get out of my car. Stupid your car."

Then Lidya gives Toni the car keys.

"Have you been dating Yoga?" ask Lidya after Toni leaves.

I was confused to answer. Because Yoga and I barely dated like any other couple getting married.

"We've known you for a long time." That's all I can answer.

"Oh. You guys aren't dating yet?" ask Lidya again.

I nodded, because the truth is so.

"Pantes alone Yoga has never known to us-us. You want to get married."

"Olderly. Don't have to go out on a date, do you?" I laugh while laughing.

"That's each other's choice. The old date is not necessarily an event."

From the words of Lidya as if to explain that they had been dating for a long time.

"Said Toni, you're Yoga's ex-girlfriend?" I ventured to ask.

"It can be, it can't be." Lidya answered making me confused to interpret it.

"What's that?"

"Ask the same Yoga. Does he ever feel like my girlfriend or not."

Lidya again exhaled her cigarette smoke. Then put the cigarette in the ashtray and pump it into the toilet.

Lidya's phone rings. The phone he put on the table made me read who the caller was.

The name of my beib is there. But I'm no stranger to the face in her profile picture.

That's the face of Yoga. Exactly the same as the profile picture on the phone number I saved.

My heart beats so fast. I wanted to lift it, but it was very disrespectful. Even though he called her my future husband.

Lidya returned to her seat. Then look at his phone that is still on even though the call from Yoga has ended.

I pretended not to notice. I'm just saying that the phone rang.

Lidya came out onto the porch and was seen calling someone. Looks like he called back.

To prove it, I also called Yoga. And it's true. Yoga calls are on another call.

I held back my disappointment in Yoga.

What was meant by Toni, if Lidya looks like her ex Yoga. Or Lidya who said she could, could not.

Ah, I'm dizzy with this puzzle. I want to ask directly unpleasant. But I feel uncomfortable in a situation like this.

I finally took my bag and got out of my chair. Maybe by leaving this place, it will make me calmer.

"Lid, I'll go home first. Please sign with Toni. Let Yoga take care of it again."

I deliberately raised my voice, so that the person across the phone could hear.

"Oh yes, Wid. I'll tell Toni." Lidya spoke again on her phone while taking a sip of her cigarette.

Then it looks like Lidya's phone line is cut off. And changed my phone that rang.

Without looking at it, I'm sure it's a call from Yoga. I purposely didn't pick it up.

Then he stopped the motorbike and left Toni's photo studio.

The vibration of my phone I still felt for a few minutes. Because my little bag was stuck to my waist.

I still ignore it. I hate Yoga. I hate him because he doesn't want to be frank with me about Lidya.

Had Yoga told me about Lidya before, I could have accepted. Because he is his past. Just like Irene.

But this, I heard it from someone else. Even from Lidya himself. I even saw the name Yoga on Lidya's phone under the name my beib.

I even watched Yoga call Lidya. What is their relationship? Or are they still in contact?

How many more women out there are on Yoga calls? How many more ex-girls?

I don't know. I removed the clear globules that suddenly came out at the corner of my eyes.