Lutfi Gilang's

10. Lies

i

I sat by his side after putting my backpack as a barrier. Yes, of course, I don't want to be considered if this is an opportunity to get close to him. And I hope they, Mr. Edi and Risma understand that I really don't like being close to that woman, and other women who aren't Lutfi for sure.

The car drove at a moderate speed after Risma explained the direction in which she lived. I don't really listen, because I don't understand the Jakarta area. After all, I went to Jakarta not for a vacation or to go home or to visit my brother's house, but for work.

Actually, I have a brother who lives in Jakarta, in the village of Rambutan. But I don't have to go there, do I? I thought, if visiting a distant relative suddenly and not carrying a hand, it would cause trouble. So, I prefer to go to the mesh that has been prepared by the company.

"This is your book that you made?" The mother asked. At first I thought he wanted to apologize for making me drive him home, but he didn't. Ah, you woman.

I'm nagging.

"Good," he said again.

I tried to smile.

"Karya Danu Banu emang always top cer Mba" said Mr. Edi main nimbrung while lifting one of his thumbs, then back at the steering wheel. "His books always have a lot of messages, Mba" he said at last. "Eatya, my wife, the same children love to read the books Mas Danu Banu."

"This sag, huh, sir?" Risma.

"Oh, let alone that." Mr. Edi replied. "I was told by my wife to read the book a lot, Mba."

"Why, Sir?" Risma Response.

"Yes, the book has many tips for keeping women. My wife said, if I have been khatam and memorized in it, I can be a dream husband."

"That sampe, sir?"

"Yes, Mba. I did not expect, who made the book soan turned out to be a man" he said while facing me from the rearview mirror.

I take my eyes off.

"Emang, should it be a girl, sir?" Risma is back.

"Well, yeah obviously. The people on her thought that made a girl, Mba. The person is only for the woman to smile." he said again. "Yes, Mba. In the book there is a description that makes me shocked amazing."

"What, Sir?" risma asked closed the book loudly, until it made a sound, forcing me to slightly glance at her. His expression changed, as if more interested in the explanation of Mr. Edi than the real evidence in his hands.

"If guys are wrong, obviously wrong, right Mba?" Edi asked for approval.

"Yes, obviously dong, sir!" Risma agreed with an exclamation.

"Well, even if the woman is wrong, it's still the wrong guy." added Mr. Edi.

"Well, what is it?"

"Yes, Mba. That's kayak. Yes, right Mas Danu Banu?"

I smiled after seeing Mr. Edi return his gaze to me.

"Is it in this book?" Risma is back. His tone showed an excessive amount of mistrust.

"Yes there, Mba. My people learned from that book. Anyway the book is like a book for me Mba, so it could be a dream husband. Ha ha ha...."

Risma does not care about the talk of Mr. Edi. He was busy flipping through sheets of paper.

I snorted, feeling that his actions were outrageous. I know that Mr. Edi would take us for payment, but he would also lend his books to Risma free of charge, and say that this is a long time, but not even responded to. It makes sprains!

"Oh sir, there is!" risma exclaimed a few minutes later, then read the contents. "In a relationship, mistakes are commonplace for couples. But some men often reject the mistakes made by him, and several times actually accuse the wrong partner.

"This is a fatal thing in a relationship, because actually women are created as a complement to men and not as a dumping ground for problems. Men were created as a place where women could complain. Therefore, we can conclude that a man's fault is clearly caused by him, and a woman's fault is because a man who is his partner is not good at teaching so that the woman does not make mistakes.

"So, it all goes back to the guy. However, whoever makes a mistake is still to blame on the men, because they are created as beings who are responsible in everything."

"Well," said Mr. Edi forced Risma to stop reading. "agree what not the Mbanya?"

"Agreed very! Guys are wrong, the guys are blamed. Then, the wrong girl, the one who was blamed was also the guy."

"Turkey!" saut Pak Edi equal Risma's words, then both laughed.

I was just grimacing. I really hope all this stuff ends soon.

"Thank you for the book, sir?" risma said while returning the book of True Muslimah.

"Together," replied Edi by accepting his book. "sorry left hand," Then put it on the next chair.

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ii

I threw a look outside after Risma looked at me. Trying to imagine if Lutfi was by my side. But my attempts to make a shadow of her were in vain because the Mother called me back.

Ah, finally said it too. I nodded silently to answer his sentence.

"Usually, anyway, my son's dimas is not like gini" he said as he looked at his son and stroked the head. "So often he's just his mom, 'Where's Dad? Which father, Bun?'" The tone changed slowly. I also unintentionally looked at her teary eyes, but quickly turned to Dimas, who was still asleep.

"'Invented!'" he added trying to imitate his son's voice while wiping his nearly dripping tears, making us feel pity.

Certainly is. That was proven because Mr. Edi did not dare to wean as familiar as before. He stayed focused on his steering wheel while occasionally glancing at us.

"I'm different from Mothers in general who lie to their children on the grounds that their Father is away at work." He's splicing his sentences. "I repeatedly told him that his father was dead. You're also terrified of it, aren't you, right, right on the train?"

I nodded with a curse: "Yes no screaming that his father is dead, too, heck. Kasian the Dimas. She also must not understand."

"I even took my son Dimas to his father's grave, but he peed there."

I heard Mr. Edi moaning, definitely holding back the laughter. Honestly, I'm the same.

Risma grunts. "I'm a real mover in Dimas my son's moveon from his father,"

I was shocked to hear the Mother's words. And you guys are the same, right? I mean the words moveon are more about someone who is breaking up or divorced. Yes, everyone is free to think. But I still find it hard to accept the choice he said.

Okay, no debate, we go on.

"I also want him to understand that his father does not exist. It's dead." he added.

I'm silent. Let him catch his breath.

"Emang, if you may know, Mba Risma's husband why?" Mr. Edi is back in the conversation.

"Death by accident" he answered.

"I'm sorry, Mba." said Mr. Edi with a tone of pity.

"Me too" I said. Back to the window on my left.

"Thank you" said Risma. "but ga papa. It's no problem. I'm also getting used to being a widow, even though I'm still taking care of other people."

"So, Mba Risma's husband was in an accident while Mba was pregnant?" Edi asked me a question that helped me a lot. Distracting attention to something else

"It's only been two months, sir." she replied.

"Well, it's been a long time." Edi responded again.

"Yes, Sir. I want four years" said Risma. "Abis honeymoon, stomach contents, even left husband. Well, on the way, the car went into the ravine."

"Can't you?" Edi asked very enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir, so that time again the test deres, continue because the driver is avoiding the damaged road, but even turn the wheel kecensengen to the right to ngindarin motor." he explained.

"Oooh. Mba, the streets in Indonesia are rarely real. Not to mention, the make on ugal-ugalan. It's so hard to be a driver."

"Yes, Mr!" said Risma approved the talk of Mr. Edi. "Usually the one who uses the big motor that...." He growled. "motorcycle driving by himself. Overtake there, overtake here. Force the car with other motors let it move aside. Not to mention, wear a really loud exhaust. Aaaah! It felt like piling up a pile of stones if they passed."

"Ha ha ha...." Mr. Edi laughed. "but not everyone who has a big motor like that, right Mba?"

"Yes.engga, anyway. But mostly that!" grumbled Risma upset herself.

"Yes right" said Mr. Edi. "His own mother, married?"

"Huh?" I'm appalled. Looked at the driver.

"Was married?" Risma followed.

I looked at him, nodded, and refocused my eyes outside the windshield.

I accidentally saw Risma's face change: disappointed. Yeah, let it be. And I hope it makes him understand that I'm not interested in him.

Mr. Edi threw in a question that was very difficult for me to answer. "Oooh.... When, Mom? How are you not doing?"

I was mumbling for quite a while.

"Confidential, huh?" Edi tried to guess.

I nodded and threw a smile.

Risma, I don't know what she's doing. I don't care, and I really don't want to know.

I hope my lies don't come out quickly. And may God forgive me for assuming that I and Lutfi are married. Although newly married taste.