Occasions

CHAPTER 4 | Shena

Like a cracked ceramic, I slowly tried to reassemble the crack. It came back intact, but not as perfect as before. I started everything again from scratch, getting used to being absent again, trying to be independent through the day.

I changed the habits I used to do with her into my own. Avoiding some of the places I used to go alone with him. It's the only way I can slowly get back to strength, even though I'm actually trained to flip the sheets of my own life.

Drrt drrt!

The thin thing on top of my pile of documents shook slowly, as I was trying to finish my work. Half-lazy I took the thing and found my father's name appearing there. My thumb shifted the green button that was at the bottom of the screen. “Hallo?”

As usual, my father called to ask me how I was doing. But this time, there was another question that surprised me. Especially if not to ask Reza news, I have not visited the house for a long time and brought Reza to meet them, he said.

Yes, I used to come home more often to visit them, even bringing Reza along to meet my parents. They welcomed Reza, you could even say they liked him a lot. It's not without reason that both my parents liked the man, all because I rarely bring men home, I rarely introduce a man to both of them.

I was a little scared when Reza forced me to drive me home to my parents' house in Bogor. “I anterin you go home. I'm friends, I also need a vacation.”

“Idih, why follow? I can go home by myself.” I refused his wish.

Be the next day, early in the morning Reza picked me up to the apartment, then we went straight to Bogor. On the way he called, asked me and suddenly Reza took the phone and talked to him.

“Good morning, Om. We are already on the road to get there,” he said loudly and sounded familiar.

I'm pissed off. If I wasn't on the street right now, I might have taken the phone. I wouldn't let him talk to you like that. Because I know very well what my father and mother are if they find out there is a man close to me.

Reza returned my phone as soon as she finished talking to dad and it was disconnected. I looked at him full of question marks and curiosity. “What's the talk?” I finally dared to ask him.

Reza turned to me at a glance, then poked the tip of my pug nose with his finger and smiled. “Cuman says be careful on the road continue he said will nyiapin room for me nginep. I think I come will be festive,” he said confidently.

I was upset again. Back sitting leaning on the chair and folding both hands on the chest, both eyes straight ahead watching the streets. In my heart I know exactly what both my parents felt when they heard Reza's voice.

Especially when Reza said that he would stay the night. Both my parents must have been excited. They will surely prepare everything with passion. I don't like situations like that.