Legionaries

Hydra

09 October 2018

At 19:02

If asked about favorite foods, I would not hesitate to answer: Fried Rice! There are several things that make me choose the food menu as the top of my favorite menu list. First, I fell in love with its appetizing aroma, especially when it is served hot. Second, fried rice is a type of food whose processing process is very simple and not too complicated. Presentation can also be done in a relatively short time. For the size of a boarding boy like me, that last reason is the most important.

On a daily basis, I tend to avoid complexity. Power and time efficiency should be the most preferred thing. If there is a simple way to live life, why choose a complicated way? That sentence had indirectly influenced my mindset and transformed into an unshakable principle of life. As a result, I grew into a girl with a simple lifestyle. I have transformed into a comfortable young girl with a short, male-like haircut and a dull face without makeup polish.

Tonight—again—I want to live my simple life principles. After a long day of stamina drain due to a series of routines, my body was too tired to just cook rice or instant noodles. Lucky, on the way home, I passed Mas Mul, my brother-branch fried rice who happened to pass in front of the stacking house. Without a second thought, I immediately decided to order one plus-plus portion. Plus rice and plus omelet. To hell with weight. I need more nutritional intake because this afternoon my fat and carbohydrate consumption is neglected.

Still on the grounds of efficiency, I deliberately postponed to take a shower and change clothes. The reason being, the distance between the ground floor and my room which was on the fourth floor was far enough to travel. I don't want to waste my free time and energy going back and forth here and there. There is actually one more efficient way, which is to climb the stacking house building. However, right now I have no taste in doing so. Not yet time ‘anjing’ it out of the nest. And, beyond that, the existence of the terrace where I am currently is something of a relief.

The terrace located on the west door is only 5x10 square meters, but this place is quite helpful. In addition to the quiet and calm atmosphere because the residents of this apartment are rarely passed, this terrace often helps me shed lactic acid all over my muscles when I am tired. The four steps on the front of the terrace are usually used to accommodate my hips. Meanwhile, the supporting pillars that stand upright to support the roof of the terrace are used as a place to lean.

Shortly after laying my back on the terrace, I was suddenly startled by the sound of someone's feet. At that moment, my head looked back.

"Diandra," A young man suddenly appeared next to me. (Rama! Again Rama!) "Wait on who?"

It was a bit clumsy, "Mmm... That's. Fried rice," I replied as I jolted my forefinger towards the gate, towards Mas Mul and his carriage.

"Ooh," Rama nodded. A simple answer, but enough to make me anxious because I do not know what to respond. (Come, Diandra. You can't just wait. You definitely don't want to miss a golden opportunity to say that, do you?)

"Mmmm... You...?"

"Can join?" I haven't had time to finish the question, Rama hastily charged over.

(Oh, no. Ah, no! That's not the answer you have to give, Diandra. I mean.).

"Yes. Be able to."

Hearing my approval, Rama immediately put himself in a sitting position, to my right. Next to me! :D "Mas, another fried rice huh?" the cry went to Mas Mul then. The fried rice merchant actually responded by closing his ears. Apparently, he was unable to hear carefully and asked Rama to repeat his order. "FRIED RICE ONE MORE!"

"Ooh, another one?" said Mas Mul sambal raised his index finger to make sure. "Against the growth period, Mom?"

Rama looked at me with a look of confusion. He smiled while shaking his head. He did not need to respond to the absurd question Mas Mul. The fried rice seller is fond of throwing jokes that are not clear where the direction.

"Mas Mul there-there is," he said on the sidelines of a smile. I also returned his typical smile, while my brain was spinning looking for the right chatter material. "But, to be honest. Of all the fried rice I've tried, one of the most suitable on my tongue is Mas Mul fried rice."

"Subscription too?" tanyaku, who was then answered by a nod by Rama. "Beyond? How have we never met when eating fried rice like gini?"

"I pack more often, not eaten directly."

"Ooh," I actually prefer to avoid responses that read alphabetic letters like 'O' or 'M', but I really don't know what to say anymore. "Oh, yeah. How are you doing?" (Ah, cliche once your question, Diandra.)

Thankfully, the corner of Rama's lips lifted. "so. Still struggling with news about the vane, begal, and other similar species."

"Mmmm...," (What did you say just now? What does 'Mmmm' mean?) "There's another rush, besides that?" (What other question is that, Diandra? He's clearly a journalist. Where does he have time to work side jobs?)

My stupid question made Rama's face wrinkle. "meaning?"

"Friendly friends, or ....?" (Not so fast, Diandra. Hold your intention.)

"Daughter?" Rama's intuition turned out to be sharp as well. Not many men are able to understand the direction of female speech which is often too complicated and branching. Even though I'm a woman, I'm not ashamed to admit it. "You kidding? Reporters like me where is the time to date?"

My chest is cold. Hurriedly, I lowered my head, trying to hide the twinkle of my eyes. I don't want Rama to be suspicious. As a news hunter, his intuition must have been sharp enough to trace the whereabouts of the seeds that I have so far deliberately kept tight. I don't want everything to happen too fast, it's better to just flow. I think, in terms of romance, I prefer to override the principle of time efficiency. (So, you don't want to take advantage of this opportunity? You sure?)

"Don't have one yet?" (Hey, what's the question, Diandra? Find another more elegant question.)

"Where is it? There's no time yet. Dating is a complicated relationship. It takes mutual understanding of each other." Rama began to be diplomatic. "This is how it is. If you were my girlfriend..." (Hold on, Diandra. Don't rush big heads.) "...and I can never make time for you because of the busy work. Do you want to understand my situation?"

"Mmmm... How ya?" Cold sweat slowly descends my temple. The temperature of my palm may have dropped dramatically. My logic drives my desire to tell the truth. If all he needs is understanding, I will gladly give it, however much he asks for it. However, once again, I prefer to keep things flowing in the rhythm. (You sure?) "I think I'll leave you. Must be tired of having a super busy boyfriend."

"Hey, have you ever dated a super busy guy?" Rama seemed to be trying to lure me to throw jokes.

(Not the right answer. You see, Diandra. He's starting to get suspicious of your behavior.)

Rama looked astonished reading my nervousness. A fleeting curiosity radiated through the look of his eyes.

"......"

"If I have been too often, my mother." Suddenly Mas Mul appeared breaking the silence. While propping up the two dishes of fried rice in his hand, he continued his sloppily in the style of a so-called female. "The goldfish want to be with me? But don't be jealous of me?"

The sound of my laughter broke the silence of the night, followed by the laughter of Rama. Behind my laughter, I looked at the face of Rama who was showing joy. It's been quite nice to see him laughing last night. (You sure you don't want to expect more?)

"Cute tumben, Mas?" goda Rama, while eating fried rice orders.

"Not usually funny?" Mas Mul replied with a witty mimic.

"It's funny." I tried to get involved. "But crisp like crackers."

Again, we laughed. I'm sure no one will protest with our noisy laughter. We both know how typical the occupants of this flats house are.

"This gold again rehearsal drama huh?" Mas Mul again asked an absurd question that made me and Rama frown. "You want to cast a soap opera? Ha ha ha." Mas Mul chuckled to himself. "It's okay, Mom. I also often cast. So often rehearsal plays at home too."

"Come casting? Keep getting away, Mas?" fishing Rama, while holding back laughter.

"Sontoloy. If it passes, why am I still trading, Mas?" kilah Mas Mul, slam the napkin to the ground. Rama's fishing was successfully devoured. Laughter exploded again. "Yes already. I'm back first. Scared my cart was stolen by people."

Mas Mul left us both. Thank you, Mas Mul. His antics and absurdity, indirectly, seem to have contributed greatly to diluting the awkward feeling between me and Rama.

"Oh yeah. Where did we get to?" I tried to remind Rama of our chat material.

"Oh... This... You really haven't dated?"

I'm nodding. "How are you?"

"I did, a few times. But nothing lasts. At most 2-3 months. Biases. Generally, the reason for the breakup simply doesn't fit."

"If now, have you found a suitable one?

(Good, Diandra. What a brilliant question!)

Hearing my question, Rama immediately threw a peeking gaze and made me realize that I was too rash. Why does it sound like I'm interrogating him? You idiot!

(No, Diandra. I don't think you're that stupid.)

"Sorry, Ram. I don't mean to ...."

"There is a thing." That answer made my heart beat suddenly. There was a strange feeling that slipped into my chest cavity. Meanwhile, Rama's distinctive smile slowly restrained. While putting his plate in the corner of the pillar of support, he shook his head. The joy he displayed just a moment ago seemed to be swept away by the night wind. His eyes dimmed in the darkness.

"He's in the office with me." Suddenly my body was struck by lightning. "But that's not the case. I often saw him being delivered by a man. Most likely, that man is his partner."

I did not respond to the story of Rama because he was too busy fighting the mosquito on my chest. I honestly did not take into account the worst possibility that Rama was currently telling me about. I think the worst possibility is if ‘Juragan’ finds out how I feel about her.

"Diandra..," Sayup-sayup, I heard Rama's voice calling my name. "Why you?"

No, Rama doesn't need to see my disappointment. Everything should flow like clear water. No matter what the end of the story is, everything must go normally. As much as possible, I try to hide behind the ****** smile. As Juragan's men, I've been trained enough for that. And, thank God, Rama was willing to return my smile. Thankfully, Rama did not read my disappointment.

"His name is Letisha" the story of Rama. I honestly don't want to hear that story. Luckily, I have a self-suggestive ability. At first glance my eyes were focused on Rama, but my mind drifted far away, trying to imagine pleasant things. That way, it would be easier for me to maintain a smile on the corner of my lips.

While Rama continued to chatter about the women of his heart, I chose to try to control myself so as not to act. Even though the pain in my chest made me want to wriggle, I still insisted on holding back that desire. Suddenly, I decided to visit the Juragan. Suddenly I felt like I needed a new task as an impingement. Suddenly, I wanted to release the dog from the cage. Sometimes being busy is the best way to get rid of disappointment.

(Let go, Diandra! Release him!)