My Lovely Driver's
10
"Lukman?"
Nata almost raised the volume of the sound if he did not remember there was Radit nearby. Fortunately, he managed to smother his own mouth when the name was mentioned.
"That's what you want to bring?"
Radit looked into the car. The woman nodded with a frowned.
“Yaudah, why are you still dumb. He said late?”
With the woman forced to lift her body from the car, time has urged her to get out immediately.
The man on the bike was no less surprised to see who he would be joined to the studio. His net grew a little, finding that form was real before him. The woman he had missed for almost two years.
"the nata? So the Tasha that Bang Rian said was Nata-sha?"
The woman before him now began to be able to neutralize the state of the heart as if nothing extraordinary. Nata stepped towards Lukman who was still not dead, looking at him who looked very charming in a hijab.
"You know?" tanya Radit couldn't help but be curious.
"Later the story. I'm late.." prune Nata then switch to the back of the bike. At first it looked tired until finally found a comfortable seat.
"OKAY. Be careful, my mother, do not let anything equal my future wife"
That word sounds painful to Lukman. But he tried hard to embrace and return a smile, even though the results seemed very strange. Immediately he restarted the engine horse, leaving Radit who was trying to think of a way out of his car problems alone.
Lukman and Nata; both of them drove through the streets with a row of question marks on each other's heads. Whatever happened during their two years apart.
There was no discussion until it reached the TV station. A five-story building with a blue emblem in its upper corner.
"Nata.." said Lukman as if hanging, hesitating.
"Tumben you don't talk much, don't like it?"
Nata gave her a helmet, then tidied up her slightly messy hijab after fighting the street wind. Her face looked more petite in the cloth covering the head - in line with the shape of the lips - but in contrast to the enlarged eyes. A curious look, Lukman still memorized those eye arrows.
"Just follow your advice first. I learned a lot after that night.."
Lukman looked at his woman in front of him, awkward.
"alright. I'm already late. Where's space?"
The man walked ahead quickly, driving Nata to studio 6 where the event was about to take place.
"Thank you" said Nata.
"Together"
"Nata's.."
"Yes?"
"You're beautiful with that hijab ..."
Nata just smiled and followed the crew who directed him to an event organizer.
***
"Waiting for an invitation?"
Rian approached the chair where Nata matted, the man from Medan had several times taken the same course as Nata when he was in college.
"Yes Bang, he said again on the road" he said, putting his clothes in a bag.
"Eh, Lukman what part is that?" Tanya Nata did not want to cover her curiosity.
"Know Lukman?"
"One High School First"
"Owh.he's almost three months here, before in the area. He is part of the Floor Director team but seems to want to be in the locker again because in other parts there are less personnel. His career seems to be going up fast here.
"Why?"
"They are hard workers. Professional despite the side work of many”
“Marriage him?”
“After I haven't. Who likes many”
Somehow Nata was even relieved to hear the first sentence.
"This is it, the hard worker. Dowry fighter!”
“Ngarang” Lukman defend himself.
“Lha yes, did you say you want to find money just so you can all room for conglomerate children. That's what I heard your curses. Just yesterday the guy was upset confiding, cook yes I forgot!" Rian replied to Lukman, chuckling.
"My girlfriend almost got married Bang, not so. I met her on the street with her future husband." Lukman spoke as if there was no Nata there.
"Nearly that, not married yet. Marriage people can get divorced. Isn't that Natasha?" Rian glanced at the woman next to him as if asking for approval. Nata almost dropped the device he just held.
"Eh yes" he stuttered, then got up from the seat to receive a call coming into his phone, away for a while. Then back to where Rian was.
"Why Tasha?"
"This, who wants to pick up he said tell wait a minute”
"Boyfriend or fiancee?" Rian asked to know.
"Hmm. No boyfriend, not fiancee.." Nata did not know which to enter Radit in which classification.
"The prospective husband means Bang, that's not understood" Lukman replied then handed the flash to one of the employees beside him.
"O... You're smart too Luk!" Seloroh Rian's.
Nata just silently looked at Lukman with the corner of his eye. Piqued.
"I have some bad business. You stay with your High School friends if you need a chat. He is nice and funny, but unfortunately not sell-laku” said Rian laughing and then left by patting Lukman on the shoulder.
Silence took a while. The two did not expect to meet like this. No one has the courage to start a conversation.
"How are you?" Lukman finally broke the ice.
"good. Your father never told me you were back here"
"Dad? He knows I love his boss. Dad scolded me all out after your mom called him to tell me about us. So what's the story for? My dad doesn't like trouble”
“Mother? Call for what?”
“Do you think?”
“I never said anything about you to Mom, so why should she call your dad?” Nata was unable to unravel the confusion after Lukman as if telling him to draw his own conclusions.
“You who have a mother, even not aware of the power of a mother's instinct.. Funny!”
“You mean?”
“Ah forget it, aren't you getting married soon? That guy seemed nice. Not as annoying as I”
“Yes, she's very good. And not as annoying as you! You're the shitty guy I ever knew. The man who usually stands by fate, without wanting to change anything”
“Which situation do you mean I don't want to change?” Lukman.
“Do you think?”
“You think I'm already at this point for what?”
“Entah, which obviously seems to have nothing to do with me.”
The two went back to silence, staring at some crew who passed by to find a little reason not to look at each other.
“You happy?” Lukman opened the conversation.
“Do you think?”
“You look more beautiful, I think you're happy.”
Nata looks upset to hear that answer. This is not the style of Lukman he used to be. I don't know what makes it different.
“Lukman, What did Mom say when you came back that night?”
“Why not ask your mom?”
“Mommy didn't say anything. Said you just left.”
“Your mother's good.. He just said good. At least he feels good for his son.”
“Don't beat around. Tell me what happened until you disappeared!”
“If I tell you, what's the benefit again for us?”
