Not Ordinary Slant

Twenty Seven

Gya did not expect, just a matter of unrequited messages alone could make Rafka furious. Along the way to the office, Gya felt like he was being interrogated.

"I'll be clear, Mom."

"After that you should still be able to check hp, right?"

Gya chose silence. He did not want to worsen his mood this early.

"Biasain doing wrong is apologizing, not a lot of excuses."

Gya turned his head quickly, staring at Rafka in disbelief. Is this an adult who she has always admired? Or is it Rafka's true nature?

"People like this because they love you, Dek." Rafka who realized Gya put on an annoyed look, immediately gave a defense. He pulled Gya's hand, then grabbed it. "If you don't love me, you don't care."

Gya lowered his head. Rafka said he was selfish. "Sorry, Mas. Maybe I'm not used to it."

Rafka smiled gently, then nodded. "We're starting to slow down, aren't we?"

This time it was he who nodded. All this time, he was focused on his work. Focus on himself and subconsciously ignore Rafka. No one forced him. The relationship between him and Rafka is purely his own decision.

"Oh, yes. I don't like seeing girls with red lipstick." Rafka pulls a tissue from the car's dashboard, then gives it to Gya. "You're carrying another lipstick color? Or stop by to buy?"

For a moment Gya looked flabbergasted. But he also picked up the tissue. Then, remove the red pepper lipstick from her lips. "No need, Mas. I brought it, really."

***

"Mrs Niken." Gya walked out of the room, then walked over to his secretary. "The report I asked for is done?"

"Sorry Mom, not ready yet. I'm troubled, my son is sick."

Gya looked to close his lips. The report he was referring to, was already two days ago he asked for. But still, he tries to be patient.

"Please finish this afternoon, ma'am. I wait." After instructing that, Gya immediately returned to his room. Even so, he could still hear the protests.

"There's no tolerance, anyway. I told you my son was sick."

"It's so different for Mr. Bas, yes, Ma'am."

"Banget!"

Then, there was the sound of a map slamming into the table. Gya closed the door of his room, then leaned his back against the door leaf. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

He could have turned around and berated the employees who were gossiping about him. In fact, he had the right to make them lose their jobs. But, papa said it is better to try to improve the existing because the new one is not necessarily more useful.

After all, all this time they could be fine working with papa. Maybe, Gya does need time to be accepted and trusted.

***

As usual, back home from work, Gya always picked up Rafka. Busy as the man was, but he always took the time to drive Gya home.

Sometimes, Gya feels bad because he knows, Rafka does not have much free time. Especially to be his personal driver.

"Next time, I went to work alone, Mom."

"Why?" Rafka turned her head to look at Gya who was sitting next to her.

"Neither good, ngerepotin Mas continue. Papa's car nobody makes."

Rafka gave a smile, then pulled Gya's hand and held it. "Mas doesn't bother, really. It's just like this we can make a barduan."

There is a sense of guilt that sneaks into Gya's heart when he hears Rafka's words. They have never spent time together.

"Weekend we walk, yuk, Mas."

Rafka who had been seen focusing on the road, looked back at Gya with bright eyes. "Are you serious?"

Gya made a smile, then nodded his head. Making Rafka widen her smile. Then, clasping Gya's hand again.

Car speeds are slowing down as vehicles start to get congested. They no longer chat because Rafka is focused on the wheel, while Gya starts to lean his head against the seat, trying to rest his body and mind.

He was enjoying the song Collapse owned by Feby Putri in collaboration with Fiersa Besari when the rearview mirror caught a figure who was very familiar to him. The figure who was also stuck in traffic this afternoon was riding a sports motorcycle.

The open helmet glass makes the face of the driver of the sport bike clearly visible. Gya's heart beat strangely as the figure smiled sweetly. Not for her .. but for the exotic-skinned woman sitting behind her while joking.

Apparently, Rafish is fine. Thank goodness!