Layu Set

Pile of Question Sentences

"The office is nothing, Angga is not prepared at all. Outrageous he is," Roman murmured visibly upset after circling the entire room with only two sets of office desks, a set of sofas and a mattress in the bedroom.

"How come?" Kinar was confused as to what job to do.

Without an answer, Roman instead dragged Kinar's hand, walking quickly out of the room.

"Where are you, sir?" kinar asked nervously, Roman did not even let go of his hand, continuing to drag him.

"We want to buy household appliances" Roman replied briefly and clearly, not intending to let go of Kinar's hand.

While from a distance of no more than ten meters a pair of eyes looked at the scene without blinking, his shocked face was unable to disguise him. The woman who had been enthroned in her mind for years was in the company of another man, her own close friend who was also her co-worker.

Kinar whose steps looked nervous due to Roman's forced guidance, immediately gasped. Staring at a figure he knew very well and he was sure this time did not look wrong. The gazes of the two clashed against each other, locking onto each other, not blinking at all.

Even when the distance forced her away, Kinar kept his head turned to look at the figure, whose gaze held many questions. Until the speed of the car completely obliterates the figure from his view. Leave daydreams with a pile of guilt mixed with the bitterness of the past.

"What you see, since then your gaze has only been directed in that direction, continues" asked Roman, awakening Kinar from his past daydreams.

"Oohs... No, there was nothing," Kinar's answer sounded.

"Are you married?" the question that had been crammed into his head, just slid down.

Kinar was stunned to hear the question sentence, fumbling for the right answer. "I__iya.I'm married, '" she answered.

Kinar's reply instead made Roman smile cynically, "already married..? why would you want to walk with another man? Working in a nightclub, seduced by perverted men, where's your husband?"

Beyond his expectations, Roman's answer left him in a corner. The truth is true.

"We've split?" cover up the lie with another lie.

"Ooo..." Roman finally believed the answer.

The atmosphere was quiet again, until the car entered the parking lot of a supermarket. Kinar inched down, looking for all the needs. Conversation with Roman when choosing each type of item. Like a husband and wife who are busy looking for furniture for their new home.

And elsewhere, Jay sat leaning against a half-finished wall pulled away from the scorching sun, pounding the weary whack of his body. Enjoying the shadow of Kinara's face that kept flashing in his mind, that sad face still made his heart tremble. Until someone's call forces him to rise, return to his responsibilities.

About two hours later, heaps of all the furniture needed tiled in the car. Roman took them out one by one. While Kinar was busy arranging everything. Changing the room that is not spacious in such a way, making it as comfortable as possible to live in and used as a workspace with a pile of paper that will meet each table later.

The sound of the door crackling was softened by his ears, "Yes wait a moment...!" it was fun even though no one called him. He thinks Roman's coming to bring back other stuff.

But when he came out, he was stunned by how shocked he was to come face to face with the man. The man he left with deep wounds a few years ago.

"Mas.." call her soft, with eyes beginning to heat up. While Jay was just speechless, staring full of disappointment.

The room was silent for a moment, the tongue felt mute, the mouth was held tight, so heavy as to just issue a greeting. One side with guilt, while the other side harbors disappointment, clashing in an inner struggle that forces them to choose silence. Only their eyes seemed to be talking to each other.

"How are you doing?" finally flowed that one short sentence.

"Well.sorry.I'm sorry Mas," Kinar lowered his head to store the tears that began to pool.

"For what?"

"For everything, I can't repay Mas' kindness."

"Grad...!" shouts from outside eroded the awkwardness between the two. Stopping conversations that might be blue later.

"You carry it," pointed Roman at a medium-sized cardboard box, bearing the image of a rice cooker.

"Let me, please" Jay took over the cardboard, took it in. Out again waiting for Roman to lift the refrigerator while Roman tried to bring it in himself.

After everything is placed in its position. Roman chose to sit on the sofa, stretching his tense muscles after lifting many heavy items.

"Oya.ini Kinar who will help us work here."

"We know each other" Jay said.

Roman knitted his eyebrows together, "really?" towards Kinar.

Kinar nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Since when?"

"Our house used to be close together" Jay answered briefly.

"It's good that way," somehow Roman was dissatisfied with the answer. It was as if he was reading something more than just the term neighbor. Moreover, Kinar looked nervous to respond to him.

"Please make two cups of coffee" Roman said.

"No need, I have to go back to the project," said Jay who was actually unable to organize his heart.

"One more time" he said again.

In less than five minutes, a cup of concentrated black coffee with a distinctive aroma tempts the sense of smell to immediately soak it in favor.

"In the refrigerator already there are some Frozen food, you stay frying it for a while. Sorry I did not take the time to cook, had to go straight home," said Kinar while looking at the wall clock in the room.

"Open your house far away, why not just stay here. Angga has also prepared a contract for you, right?"

"My new son enrolled in a school, it is impossible if you have to move here. Not heart if I leave," replied Kinar made Roman stunned. It was true that he already had a child, his inner self.

"So you also have a child, how old is he?"

"Almost four years" replied Kinar.

Four years ago it happened more than four years ago. Maybe she's my son. No. She's married, she has a husband. Trying to deny the possibilities. Buried his instincts, which felt something strange.

"I drove to the stop" Roman said after dismissing the thought.

"No need sir."

"I am no longer nawarin you, but forcing you. What time is it now, the stop is far away. Arrive home late at night?" sergeant.

Eventually Kinar complied, trailing behind Roman. Sitting on a motorbike belonging to one of the workers who was overtime.

And again Jay saw the sight, one more question crammed into his head. What is the relationship between them, he wondered. The jealous scent stung.

While other questions further suppress his curiosity. Want to immediately parse one by one, find the answer. Knowing the truth that he could never have wondered for several years.