Missing Scraps
3. Eps 2's
"For so long you guys, I've been to moss waiting for you to know!" the cynical Septian on Reza and Rendi who had just set foot on the terrace of the Septian house. There was Arya and Deni, their friends.
"It is also ten minutes late for us" said Rendi, who was nodding by Reza. Septian just clucked and entered his house followed by his four friends.
They entered a special room in the Septian house, the music room. Rendi sits behind the keyboard, Reza and Deni play the guitar, drums are played by Arya, while Septian as the lead singer. Septian took the mix, but something stuck.
"Eh bentar's. Za, where's that lyric you told me?" tanya Septian turned to Reza, without seeing Reza holding out the notebook that was next to her.
"More."
Septian received the book in astonishment. Laughing made his friends look up.
"Crazy, did not expect Za, it turns out your feminine tastes too huh? Pink." sneered Septian and raised the book, Reza was surprised and took the book out of Septian's hands.
"Feelings earlier did not try, koq the book faded huh? The feeling of my book is blue." said Reza astonished.
"Eat him do not use the feelings of Za, ntar baper." Arya timpal.
"Curhat mas?" cibir Rendi on Arya.
"The part where there is blue fades to pink. Strangely lo Za." said Deni chuckled.
Reza just scratched his nape that was not itchy. Reza remembers the book he put where. Then Reza remembered Zahra.
"Ah yes, my book is the same taper,-"
"Just the girl?" cut Rendi. Reza nodded. The three friends looked at each other. Septian raised next to his eyebrows.
"girls?" septian Serobot.
"Yes, it's a girl named Reza said." said Rendi. Reza looked over for a moment.
"Oo, so because of the girls so you two were late" said Septian coldly. Septian does not like girls too much, it does not mean he is gay, it's just that girls are too complicated according to him.
"Yes not also. His name also just met him again, so I was hit him." said Reza.
"How do we proceed with our training? Cancel?" cynical Septian. They no one dared to answer when Septian had already started acting cold. Reza sighed. Only Reza was able to respond to the coldness of the Septian attitude.
"Yaudah, I'm sorry I was careless. I'm going to find the book." said Reza. Reza picked up his guitar and carried it. Septian.
"Udah don't have to. Tomorrow only. Can be until morning if you wait again." said Septian, he turned to his friends.
"Watch a yuk." proposes Septian. They then nodded in approval to Septian's proposal. It's 18:30 now. They enter Septian's car, Reza drives Septian with Septian beside him. Deni, Arya and Rendi sat in the back.
***
Zahra took out the groceries she had just bought before returning to her boarding house. He was preparing to fight in the kitchen. He got an order from Bu Tina to make brownies.
Not only making orders, Zahra will also make cupcakes that he once made in 'MaraBakery'. He wanted to introduce some of the cakes he had made, here.
Zahra headed to her room to charge her dead cell phone since earlier. He opened his sling bag. His eyes were surprised to see a navy blue diary inside.
"Oh my goodness, whose book is this? Which book am I?" zahra says monologue. He took out all his bags. There is no diary there.
Zahra opened the blue book slowly. He read every word that was written in the book. The writing was very neat, even if it was only hand-written.
The words were neatly arranged in mingles, a very beautiful poem according to him. Zahra opened each book until the end of the page. He saw a graffiti on the back of the book. Reza Ardikyanzah's. Zahra shut her mouth.
"So this is Reza's book?" muttered Zahra, he smiled to himself remembering Reza. He hugged the book. Just hugging her book made her feel happy. Love is that simple.
Zahra opened the phone that was being charged. He intends to contact Reza that their book has been changed. A second later he remembered something.
"I don't have Reza's number. Duh how is it? Where is my book so important to me." muttered Zahra monologue. He sighed. Put the book and the phone back.
Zahra is lucky to have the expertise to make cakes. He used his skills to sell cakes while here for part-time college.
***
Coming home from the cinema, Reza went straight home. But he did not go to his house, but to his mother's house. Reza's parents separated when Reza was only two years old.
Reza stared at the courtyard of the house, clean because it was always maintained by maids and gardeners here. Although rarely inhabited because his mother rarely stopped in this house, the maid and the gardener were always here, he was still paid by Reza's father. Reza always comes to this house, even though only the maid always welcomes him.
"Mas Reza." said Mang Odi, the gardener in the house. Mang Odi approached Reza who was outside the gate, he opened the gate so that Reza could enter the house. Reza smiled, he stepped in. He looked at the house, his childhood home.
"Mas Reza, there's a mother inside." said Mang Odi. Reza turned to Mang Odi.
"Mama here is mang?" reza asked, hoping her mother was here.
"Yes, he has been here for four days, but he said he wants to go home tomorrow" said Mang Odi explained. Reza smiled happily, leaving Mang Odi without saying anything. Reza entered the house.
The living room was still the same, like yesterday-yesterday, there was nothing different here, it remained quiet. Reza walked through the room, he set foot on the bottom of the stairs.
"Udah, let me just bi, this is already malem, mending aunty to sleep. Must be tired from the morning work continues." the middle-aged woman's voice from the kitchen.
"But ma'am." said the aunt to refute. The middle-aged woman shook her head at aunt, finally bibipun left from there.
Reza who heard the voice, canceling his intention of climbing the stairs, turned towards the kitchen.
"Mas Re, -"
"Ssttt.." Reza put her index finger on her lips made the aunt speechless. Aunty nodded as Reza asked for permission to go to the kitchen. The lips went from in front of Reza. Reza stepped back into the kitchen.
Reza saw the figure of the woman he missed so much, his mother. For eight years Reza never met his mother because his father always forbade him.
Reza walked up to her mother, she hugged her mother carefully. But things did not go as he imagined. Her mother looked surprised to spill her coffee on Reza's hand and jacket.
"Aawh.." cried Reza hot.
"Reza?" said his mother looks panicked and took cold water from the sink, not forgetting to take a cloth in the kitchen drawer.
He began compressing Reza's hand which was hit by coffee water earlier, while blowing it.
"Sorry mommy, baby. You're a gini, mama guessed it,-"
"Who? Papa's? Cie keinget papa ya ma?" cut Reza makes his mom glare at him.
"Whoever wants to be with your father. Mama just thought it was maling, you really suddenly hug mama. My mom is shocked!" cynical momma.
"Yes, I'm sorry, mama koq didn't bother Reza if she came home?" ask Reza. He forgot the heat in his hand.
"Someone wants you to take care of Za, so Mama's here. But tomorrow mama's home." she said. Reza breathed.
"Koq really cepet, mama did not miss what the same Reza?" reza lethargic. He felt a soft touch on his arm.
"Mama kangen Za, really miss you. But how else would you try? How about tomorrow you take your mom to the airport?" her mother's proposal, Reza nods in agreement.
"Reza nginep here ya ma." pinta Reza.
"Honey, this is also your home" said his mother, they hugged to give up longing.
Reza looked at the wall in front of him, he let go of his mother's embrace and stood up to the wall. Reza took one of the frames on that wall. Looking at the photo is sad.
"How's the deck? You're happy right there?" mummified Reza lirih.
