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#12
12 Years ago
I was hit by the cold air on this body, the time my hand was pointing at half 5 am when I drove my motorbike at high speed following Nayra who had also gone first to the airport.
This morning Nayra will return to Sydney by first transit on the island. I put the motor on the parking lot immediately to the departure section of the airport terminal. I walked quickly as I left-right lyrically searched for Nayra's whereabouts.
“Rey..” Nayra's voice stopped my search process. He was standing with his parents, his older brother Hasya was also his sister named Zara. I immediately walked towards those who seemed to be smiling to greet me.
Nayra's father patted me on the shoulder while laughing “ada who was left far away nih” that I replied with my gnarly. I am pleased with their treatment of being so warm to me. Especially Nayra's father whom I admire very much. A genius who is so humble to anyone, the mindset that follows the times including the style of dress faithful to jeans. does not keep my distance even consider me like a child himself.
Remembering the time Nayra invited me to dinner at their home that felt so memorable to me, the first time during my dating, only this time I visited the house of the girl who became my girlfriend. He introduced me to his family who welcomed me warmly his cool father, his chatty yet caring mother, his joking older brother, their attitude all felt so accepting of my arrival that made them not feel awkward in that first moment. I feel so welcome here.
“papa.. don't get mocked Reynya” reply Nayra who defended me while tidying up my messy hair.
“see you?!” I said I still can't believe he's leaving me today, Valentine day.
“hey.. I will miss you” reply Nayra who is still tidying up my hair
“I miss you more” My real reply is no longer strong enough to hold back my tears
“keep in touch yes !! whatever it is, email, massanger, chat, phone as much as possible, as often as possible my” nods my head a sign of agreement.
“don't like – like” I said which made Nayra laugh also returned to look at me as if saying the same thing. I kissed her forehead quickly afraid of being noticed by her family. “I love you, more and the most”. Unexpectedly Nayra hugged me so tightly as if unwilling to go so far away from me.
And so begins a long distance relationship filled with these trials. How not, we are tested with various things, especially emotions. I suddenly became more possessive because I knew Nayra had a few boyfriend, he was so ignorant that he rarely even called or texted first.
Coupled with the actual time difference is not how but feels to be an obstacle, he who is tired of college, he said, I started not having time because soon busy with research proposals and thesis. The worse when he took part time at a restaurant that made me become more jealous because of fear he would find another, he who became increasingly selfish because it felt indifferent to my feelings.
We are both the same – does not intend to end the relationship but feels more quarreling than better. Where small problems become big just because we don't want to give up on each other, where things that never became a problem is now a problem like me who sometimes go to the consul with a female friend who is an examiner with me, or he who comes home from work accompanied by his male friend, until it's no longer fun. The frequency of chat that is usually every day so 3 times a day, even once a week, the frequency of the phone that is usually once a week is now two weeks, even a month. Sometimes I forget when we spoke.
But we haven't given up on breaking this relationship, either, maybe because I never wanted to let it go or she didn't care about it. No one knows for sure what makes us try to die – matian maintain this unsaved relationship.
***
The rain that flushed did not stop me from driving the motor home, I felt the responsibility to stop because the distance of my house was not far away anymore. And we finally arrived.
I immediately ran to open the gate and asked Nayra to enter the motor. I'll let him in the bathroom and get him a towel.
“sorry I did not stop to take shelter earlier” I said as I handed the towel to Nayra who seemed to start shivering it.
“it’s okay. I will do the same thing kok” he forgave me while wiping his body.
“take the clothes that are covered while waiting for your clothes to dry” Nayra who has removed her sneakers that turned out full of water it immediately entered my room to take clothes like she was used to being here. he went out and went into the guest room
“I all shower yah” he said that I answered with a nod “you also quickly change clothes, later hurt” said Nayra made me realize that I was also soaking wet. I don't know why his presence warms this house so much.
After taking a shower I made him tea and we sat watching tv, we finally so talk – talk various kinds of things. I really like talking to him who is always on any topic and sounds so enthusiastic about everything we talk about. He was one of the best listeners for me. Since long ago when I told you about my – ideals, the dream – dreams I want to achieve, he did not complain about anything that became my dream, he said,he is the one who will always support even adding some suggestions about – ideas I built.
Tired of the news we chose to watch action movies on pay television, until I unconsciously overslept.
***
My eyes opened as my body began to feel the heat that made sweat begin to wash over me. Jesus... I fell asleep, where's Nayra? I looked sideways, at the end of the sofa that Nayra had occupied was already cold when I touched it. The TV is still on as are the lights. I glanced at the wall clock that was pointing at 9 p.m. I slept long enough. I remember sleeping at 6 in 5 minutes.
Immediately I took a sitting position while wiping my face with my hands dropping a blanket that turned out to cover part of my body deserved to feel sultry.My eyes accidentally saw a piece of paper tucked under the ashtray.
Dear Rayhan, please,
I went home dad.. My clothes are dry
Thanks for the tea
I've made food for you
Don't forget to eat..
Ps: I borrowed a sweatshirt with your slippers
Nayras,
I am still confused to read Nayra's letter like I have not succeeded in relieving my sleepiness. It must be him who covers me, lying back on the couch staring at the letter. I seem to have missed something I thought when I closed my eyes. Wait.. food? I reopen the eyes that have been closed to re-read the letter that was held by me. Nayra made me food?
I immediately stood up and rushed into the kitchen to smash my collarbone at the corner of the table which made me complain in pain but did not stop the intention to go into the kitchen with my hand stroking the sick leg.
I can't wait to open the food hood that covered the dish of fried chicken and sambal, my eyes were distracted by the small pot on the stove which turned out to be the chicken soup that made me so moved. Even Mila has never cooked for me at this age of dating that can be said to be a long time ago. It turned out that Nayra was already able to cook, making my smile instantly expand out of pride for her. No one can beat him.
Back in the tv room took a cellphone that turned out to be stored some missed calls one of them from Mila.
“halo..” Nayra's voice across made me flinch
“hei.. thank you yah” said when I heard his voice
“for anterin I came home, already masakin super delicious food” Nayra sounded laughing across
“so.. I got what gift?”
“sweatshirt is the same itself can make you” I said sure that he keeps the things I used
“awee.. The gift can replace the others not?
“why?”
“inn the UNSW sweatshirt I once loved you, and in return greatness I had no choice because my shoes were wet” I immediately laughed because it turned out it was a memory – memories from him that I still keep until now.
“So what gift would you like?” I said I was looking for other offers that made Nayra even more excited
“lain time I tagih well..” he said that I immediately reply okay. “you do not get poisoned will eat my cooking?” I subconsciously rolled my eyeballs because I thought he was too low for this delicious food.
“I'm in the kitchen eating, and I’m fine.. Nayra can cook now” Nayra laughs again and we finally talk until we finish dinner and end our conversation with good night. Lord, thank you for today.
***
Diana praised the – consumables I shared with her. I deliberately kept a refrigerator of the leftovers Nayra cooked last night because I wanted to eat them at the office because the portions were enough to spend on my own. Diana's eyes sparkled even more when she knew that this was a dish made by her idol.
“Oh yes sir, I want to say something.”said Diana slowly that makes me curious but soon disappeared followed by a knock on the door. Diana immediately stood up and opened the door, revealing a sweet looking Mila looking at me.
“lunch yuk!!” bring Mila who is actually very difficult for me because I just finished eating
“I just ate” I said staring at some Tupperware piling up on the table.
“you brought food?” ask Mila who is trying to find out the contents of the Tupperware that is empty.
“Diana who brought” answered me instantly made Diana jerked and pura – pura tidied our used table to eat. Mila looked at Diana intently and seemed unhappy with what I said just now.
“iii.iya ma'am..my house people are cooking a lot today. I used to want to give another friend, but because Mr. Rayhan wants to. so..” Diana was stalled in fear of Mila's sharp gaze
“iya Mila.. I asked because I was already hungry” Mila turned her eyes to me and softened her gaze then smiled approached me.
“I borrowed the toilet yah” said Mila who briefly stroked my arm. Nod me right away making him dart and leaving his phone on my desk. Tumben he did not bring a cell phone, because he knew it was always attached 24 hours to him.
Diana swept her chest a sign of relief, whereas I could laugh without a sound looking at her who was a little annoyed by my lies earlier. He immediately came out carrying the Tupperware to ask the OB to clean it. Mila's phone ring diverted me. There is a B.Alkhaff name on the caller. Makes me think for a moment but hide when I see Mila coming out of the toilet.
“how about we have dinner in our usual place?” asked Mila while tidying up her long hair that was left unraveled. I slackened with a nod.
“your phone sounds again tuh” said I who made Mila move immediately grabbed the phone lying on that table. Same name on the screen.
“aku lunch first yah” said Mila who immediately leave my room.
Diana returned to the room with the washed Tupperware. He put it in the bag.
“ah father.. later mom Mila angry loh same me, thought I have what – what is the same father” said Diana still tidying Tupperware into the bag.
“no.. You take it easy” said I tried to convince him and then back struggling with my work
“why didn't you tell me the truth?” I put my hands on both of my waist staring at Diana while shaking my head “you want me dead?” my question makes Diana so grinned “what do I need to say that I am in the same masakin ex-boyfriend? At my house, and there's just the two of us?” make Diana more and more chuckle “lalu. her clothes are wet from the rain so I loan her my clothes.. You want me to start from where?” Diana still didn't stop laughing because of what I thought was funny
“i'm very happy if you've met the same mom Nayra” said Diana who wiped her tears that came out because she laughed “mood dad is very good, said Diana, look cheerful” I nodded the omens in agreement with Diana's words. It is true, Nayra is my mood booster. “why not reverse the same bu Nayra anyway sir?” diana's proposal made me grimace. That's the impossible thing to happen right now.
“do you want to get back into a relationship with someone who hurt you? Ruin the trust he gave?” I turned my eyes to the monitor in front of me. Is this why Nayra doesn't want to come back with me?
“it seems I think – think again deh sir. lest I make a second time” Diana's answer followed by a nod of my head a sign of agreement. There are many things that Nayra must consider to be able to live a relationship with me again including the past of one of them.
“i hurt her once.and I'm sure it was the thing that always imprinted for her” Diana put a coffee mug on my desk, smiling as if to comfort me. "oh yeah.. what were you saying about?'' I asked Diana who was at the beginning to say something
"eng is not so sir. is not important" replied Diana who smiled awward.
***
Mila and I arrived at the restaurant where we used to eat dinner. Mila who dress in red tonight looks beautiful while holding my hand into the room that plays jazz music. The waiter who saw us coming in immediately let us sit down at the table we used to order. My hand was busy scooping the appetizer in the form of soup when my nose accidentally smelled the aroma of perfume smelling fruit – buahan which made me immediately look for the origin of the aroma that I really like it.
Sure enough, Nayra walked past me along with Alena and two men I didn't know. Are they double date? Oh. no. I looked at Mila who was enjoying her food so much it was trying to control the thoughts that I did not like this direction.
“Rey why?” asked Mila who saw me stop eating food. I just shook my head trying to calm myself down.
The night seemed to be slow when I saw Nayra and the three people who were with her seemed to be telling stories with excitement. While I'm not too focused on Mila that makes her confused. Arrived – arrived the vocalist of the band who was live festaurant made an announcement.
“i want to call a friend just back from Sydney to contribute a song.” I stopped slicing the steak in front of me. Dare not lift my eyes. “to Nayra.. Giana Nayra Sudirman.” Nayra walked over laughing in embarrassment as her long name was called. Mila looked at the woman then looked at me sharply. I knew she must have remembered the woman who had held me the day you died and now she realized that she was my ex-boyfriend who used to live in Sydney.
“umm..” Nayra was trying to say a word to a guest “I'm sorry for interrupting your dinner” he said to applause from some guests who seemed to know him later he discussed with the band about songs that he will bring. “well.. tonight I'm going to perform a song from Lana del Rey called Summertime Sadness” I almost choked because I knew it was her favorite song that also turned into my favorite song because she played it often when we were together. Summertime sadness that turned into reality when I hurt her heart.
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