Our Love Among Corona

Divorced Clap Genk

In life, we never know, what price we sometimes have to pay when deciding something because we obey our ego. The same goes for me, who is greedy and does not want to face reality. Do something, and underestimate the risks in the future. I got a reply message from Livi and Mauli, that they will arrive in Jakarta in two days. Finally I delayed telling them by phone about my relationship status with Vavan.

"I have important news for both of you" I said by phone as the three of us were on video call.

"I also have something important" Livi said.

"Well, I was wondering, what's that important news?" Mauli looks impatient.

"Later to meet. Be careful on your way" I said ending our call.

The two days of waiting for them to arrive in Jakarta were long. Tania went back to her house and she said that she really enjoyed being together in the apartment when the lockdown happened. I returned my gratitude because he had been willing to accompany me during lockdown times and my heart mourned after the break up. Among the excitement, welcoming the clapping genk back in Jakarta, there was a sense of emptiness when I missed greeting and my heart called out Luky's name. Vavan has not been able to replace Luky in my heart. My heartbeat's still for Luky. My blood murmur when I remember Luky is not the same when I remember Vavan.

Maybe I made the wrong decision. But still ignoring the voices in my heart. Imagine what Livi and Mauli would say. Will they be on my side in this. Will they support the decision I just made.

I was ready to welcome them to our apartment. I cooked rice, I ordered a lot of Chicken Clap, I fried eggplant crispy, tempeh and tofu. Soon they arrive, and I want them to treat our longing by eating together as we normally do.

"Where are you?" I called them both

"5 minutes to the gate" replied Mauli.

"I'm probably in about 10 minutes" Livi replied.

"Sip, wait for each other in the lobby. Let me take you down" I said again.

The food is ready, the house is clean and fragrant, neat in every corner. This tiny apartment is not much space, but we have been accustomed to all these conditions. Because living in Jakarta is expensive, the joint venture of living and eating is the most helpful thing to survive. I locked the apartment door and headed for the elevator. I think it's better to wait for them in the lobby. We have a comfortable lobby. There are large sofas that can be occupied, even during a pandemic, so the sofas are in bulkheads so that everyone is not too close to each other.

"Mom!" security greeted me kindly as usual as I exited the elevator. Even though my face was covered with a mask, he said it was me. Maybe also because I live here for almost 2 years, of course he has memorized.

"Hallo mas" I reply.

I threw myself on the couch and drowned myself in a screen. Scroll Instagram, Facebook, reply to Vavan's chat, which is filled with lope-lope images. It still feels awkward in my heart with all of this. One Taxi stopped at the Lobby, the black hooded girl came out carrying a small suitcase and two other bags in both hands. I obviously know it's Mauli. I stood up and approached him with a big smile on my face. Despite being covered in a mask, the smile broke and I hugged her body tightly.

While we were hugging each other, another taxi approached and stopped in the lobby. We could see our Papuan girl waving from behind the windshield. The two of us, rushed over and hugged Livi tightly as she descended. Threesome, in haru and longing.

“Wash your hands, wash your feet, take a shower first yes, that abis we just ate” as usual, I am happy to give the order when the three of us have arrived in the apartment.

I know they are both happy with my behavior, a little organized, possessive and caring. They often say, it's okay singles, the important thing is that we have a concern. They consider me a big sister because I am also the oldest among them, plus my fussiness with them. As long as they're happy, I think it's okay. Because, if they feel disturbed, they will certainly convey it.

We enjoyed lunch well. As if hungry and longing were stirred into one. There are no Clap Chickens left, everything is gone. We saturate ourselves and throw ourselves on the sofa.

“So a story no?” Paul reminded us both.

We delayed it on purpose until the meal was over. Let the concentration fully focus on the delicious food. Livi and I looked at each other and smiled. I saw Livi's face meet, moved to convey the happy news.

“I first!” livi said quickly.

We approached, and clasped his hands, preparing to listen to what was the happy news from Livi. Was it arranged in his hometown? And it turns out that the man who was betrothed was the man who became his dream? Or did he get a certain gift? Pass scholarship? Or is it? My heart can't wait to hear it.

“I’m in love!” said brief. His eyes sparkled happily.

“Oh wow, who is the man who has stolen our Livi heart?” I'm just impatient.

“Oh My God! Tell us more!” Mauli with her big voice was no less excited waiting for Livi's answer.

“Vavan!” Livi met when she said her name.

Mauli got up from the sofa and danced with excitement. He expressed happiness towards Livi. I'm so jealous, I want to do the same. My heart rumbled, I knew lightning was lurking there and soon it might be a rainstorm.

“Kok you are silent?” Mauli looked at me with question marks.

“Mhmm?” This time Livi was restless to see my response.

I have the same uneasiness, how to explain everything. That ego that I followed a while ago is the thing that will hurt Livi right now.

“Previous thing I want to tell you..mhmm..”I gulped as well as took my breath in. I saw their faces waiting for my answer.

“I just finished with Vavan 3 days ago!” My voice choked, I couldn't make the next sentence.

I saw Livi's eyes glazed over, I looked at Mauli who had lost her spirit that had previously been stirring. The three of us fell silent, as if looking for answers within each of us. After a while in silence, Livi moved on. He went into the room, took his HP and bag and left the apartment. I've never seen Livi as injured before, not in front of me. Seeing her condition like that, my heart broke into pieces. Oh my God, what I did to my dear friend. How can I not be sensitive to what he feels. I don't know what to do.