Occasions

CHAPTER 19 | Is Not as Easy as It Looks

“Do not think strangely! Question I haven't answered!” I became upset.

“Which question is more? ‘Kan I replied, if I sleep here.”

“Yes, I mean, what are you doing so you can sleep in this house? What's the same with my parents?”

“Oh, that .. I was fishing yesterday with your father. I haven't been fishing for months. So I'm here.” Slowly the man got up from his fall and sat down cross-legged in front of me.

His stout body was still what it used to be, with a broad chest, slightly muscular arms, and a lump of torn bread adorning his stomach. My eyes were instantly hypnotized watching that part of the body. Which part of it all I touched and I made my head rest when I hugged it.

“Kangen, yes? Want a hug? Here, I miss you too!” goda.

I woke up and frowned and looked at him sharply. “Aish!” I'm pissed off.

Immediately I got up from the bed, got out of the blanket to pick up my sleeping robe. While making sure once again, if this room is indeed my bedroom, not the empty guest bedroom is leaping.

On my dresser there are some equipment owned by the man, such as a watch, his cellphone, car keys, and also his leather wallet. Then on the sofa in the corner of the room, which I usually use to read books, there was a fairly large handbag. Some of the contents are visible from a distance, there are clothes and pants belonging to the man.

“I love your pajamas,” chirps from behind, when I managed to put on a sleeping robe. I looked down at the pajamas I was wearing right now. Yeah, I just realized that these pajamas were a gift from her, back then. Which pyjamas I intentionally live here, I did not take to my apartment in Jakarta.

I did not care what she said, then turned back to face her who was still sitting sweetly on the bed. “You know ‘kan, if the guest bedroom is next door? Don't act amnesiac as if you've never been here,” I snapped with both hands around my waist.

“But this is my room!”

Reza stood up from his position, stepped slowly towards the balcony door and opened it, letting the very cool morning breeze in freely. “I know if you want to go home. Your father didn't say anything yesterday either,” he said to his back.

There were no more words I could speak to refute him. After all, last night when I got to this house, I was too tired. Even when I met my father and mother, I just hugged them one by one and then immediately said goodbye to rest. Neither did any of them say anything about the whereabouts of this man.

It was me who was wrong not to check the room first, and stupidly I, when I went into this room last night, did not turn on the light. Just straight inside the bathroom, cleaned up and dressed as usual, as if there was no one else in the room.

Eyes that feel heavy really make my brain does not work optimally. I should have realized there was something strange last night when I got into the blanket. But actually no, I'm really exhausted.

“I don't want to know, once you're done with breakfast, I want you to move to the next room, bring all your stuff. Point.” I immediately took my phone on the nightstand and walked out of the room, downstairs to the kitchen. Leaving behind Reza who was engrossed in the view from the balcony door of my room.

I sauntered down one by one the stairs with my mouth muttering, upset as to why my parents allowed the man to come back here and sleep in my room. On the one hand, my heart felt a little excited to see him act like he used to, as usual, as if the farewells of months ago had never existed.

So, where did the man park his sports car? What's in the garage? If that's true, I deserve not to have seen him last night. Then where did Dad's car go if his car was in the garage?

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