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17 Years ago
I who was sipping my cigarette slowly was immediately shocked when the door creaked, Nayra caught me trying to hide the cigarette. He looked a little surprised, I raised my index finger to my lips hinting him to be quiet. He walked up to pick up the plate that was placed in the hall.
On that day, Grandma Nayra's house was preparing for her uncle's wedding. So many people around, including my mother, came to help cook their house. The clock has shown at eleven at that time, mothers have returned home remaining teenagers – teenagers who sing while accompanied by a guitar in their yard, I was with Daffa, I was with Daffa, but he left me to pee, she said.
Nayra who finished taking the plate walked towards the door then stopped her steps turned to look at me who was also staring at her with anticipation, I am ready to run if she yells report me now. “ treat right? ” asked while holding the doorknob greeted my laughter suddenly came out. I nodded my head and he smiled brightly then left.
I continued my activities, while thinking that trying to catch someone else was definitely a scene tomorrow so the talk of sekampung. Fortunately it was Nayra, who was unlike any other child who would instantly shout complain to the parents as soon as I saw her. I don't know why I felt so happy when the one who caught me was Nayra. Maybe at that time I wanted her to see me for who I was, or wanted her to be my ally by sharing my secrets with her. What I didn't realize I was silent – quietly put it in my mind, continued to give room – new space for himself into my memory.like how I remember clearly when on the night of his uncle's wedding reception. Nayra looks so beautiful with a blouse of red face that began to move teenagers it looks elegant under the bright lights that night. I still remember how I felt when I first saw him standing in the crowd, instantly recognizing him and not winking, my breath felt as tight as it was mixed with happiness when I saw him. I knew I was in love with him by then.
My daydream was blown away by the ringing of a cell phone, Mila called me. Said he couldn't have lunch together because he was meeting a client. I agreed and invited him to dinner together. I feel a little guilty because the end of this final – thinks more of Nayra.
Diana stood on the doorstep with a bright face as I let her in. I was again busy with my laptop when he brought the report I requested.
“pak, last night go to the reception?” diana asked with a big smile on her face
“why?” I asked back not understanding with the intention that seemed to attack my privacy
“i see from social media, many positive responses about the same decoration venue sir. Many also praised this hotel” I was a little surprised by Diana's statement just now
“iyah anyway, if you see the wedding decorations last night it is very united with our venue, simple and does not cover part of our hotel. So indeed many praise last night” continued I who agree with the words of Diana
“wedding words anyway he handed all the decorations and food menu the same WOnya sir and wah indeed WOnya know how to prepare a party with very beautiful yah” said Diana I replied with a nod of my head and smile, in my heart thank Nayra who has made my hotel also received a positive response both in terms of place and food.” even though the WO is new sir but they are professional once it works” continued Diana who has not finished praising Nayra's work
“they are new but the owner already has a lot of work experience as a WO abroad” I said explaining to make Diana as if in disbelief
“wow, it deserves good taste and seems rarely used in our area, indeed you know the owner?” diana's question left me momentarily speechless. I butt my chin, sighed and then held it tight, I did not want to answer Diana's question, just a small smile that seemed to make Diana understand that the discussion about this WO ended here.
Do I know him? More than half of my life I've let him know trying to know all about himself, what he did, where he was. Even when alone I feel like a stalker who continues to monitor all his social media trying to find out how the life he lives is happy. Even where social media hasn't developed as it is now, it's always been on my radar. I never let him run from my memory, sometimes I try hard to forget him but there are moments that always bring him back and strangely he is always clearly drawn in my memory, graceful way of walking, and, the way of smiling that always washed me away, his crisp laughter, his pouting face, his cheerful speaking manner were sometimes sarcastic.all about him was neatly stored in my memory. How she who became my first love was the woman who hurt me the most.
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I leaned back and closed my eyes, waiting for Mila to come to her favorite restaurant like I had to spend a lot of time with her so I wouldn't go crazy about Nayra. Hearing the chair being pulled, I opened my eyes, finding Mila who was already sitting in a green dress. I smiled at the waiter to come here. We talked for a while and then ate in silence.
“has begun to lighten, now we are trying not to give news – shocking news to him” explained Mila about the health condition of her mother who had just had a mild heart attack last week. I nodded my head in a sign of understanding and became annoyed when Mila was again busy with her handphone. His smiling expression made me even more upset because I felt like I was no longer cared for by him. I reached into my pocket looking for a cell phone and called Rena, saying don't lock the door because I'm going to sleep at Mama's tonight.
sunlight began to enter the room gap, as I opened my eyes. I saw the clock on the nightstand showing at eight in the morning. I came out in front of the house with random hair while lighting a cigarette sitting looking at the highway a little quiet in a week this morning, seen some teenagers walking – leisurely walk after a morning run, he said, a bicycle rang out as I turned and saw Daffa, complete with his helmet, braking, stopping in front of my house. He smiled and laughed at me who had eaten a cigarette in the morning. Daffa looked back and looked waiting for someone, and when the person was seen, he waved his hand. The man got closer and the sleepiness that was still left suddenly disappeared when he saw Nayra who was also braking her bike stopped in front of my house. Soon he got off his bike and ran to my house.
“ Rey, borrow the restroom well “ said Nayra without babibu immediately enter after taking off her white shoes.
“ from where? “ my question to Daffa who had removed his helmet and then sat on the terrace with me.
“ from above “ he said pointed to the summit area. I nod my head a sign of understanding.” tumben monday nginap here?”daffa's question made me laugh because Daffa knew that I often sleep at the hotel on Sunday night because I always go home in the morning. I took a sip of my cigarette and realized since my father died I no longer go to the night club to drink – drinks.
There was a little singing from inside the house, Nayra's voice. He came out and put on his shoes. “Rey, thanks well “ said Nayra continued to tie her shoelaces. “ oh yes Rey, I'm the same Daffa would go breakfast rice yellow mother Goddess, would not come?” I glanced at Daffa who also said come to me. I took another sip of my cigarette while thinking, impatiently waiting for me Nayra snatched the cigarette I was smoking and turned it off with an annoyed face. “ayooo!!” he said taking off the hat he was wearing and then putting it on me. I was still surprised by his behavior just stood up automatically but Nayra immediately walked towards his bike. “ want to be ridden a bicycle or nyulai?” he said he had set his position on his bike. “Daffa ayooo..” take Nayra to Daffa who is just as dumb as me. Daffa immediately stood up to take me.
“aku followed by riding aja yah” motor said I stood watching the two are preparing to leave. Nayra pointed her head at me, I nodded my head in a sign that I should leave because she left her hat on my head. Nayra and Daffa paddled the bike and left me, the voices of the two talking floating in the air and messing with my feelings. I don't like seeing him with Daffa. I felt betrayed by Daffa or Nayra, I did not like this jealousy when I saw them both.
I took my sister Reza's motorbike key and stopped as my eyes looked in the mirror and was surprised by how I looked this morning. Shabby white sweatshirt, sleeping pants box – box that has thinned the fabric I open the hat and more surprised when I see my hair random – random. I immediately ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then rushed towards the yellow rice stall of Bu Dewi.
Nayra and Daffa were having a serious conversation upon arrival at the Dewi maam. I put Nayra's hat back on her ship. Nayra turned the hat around because it bothered her while eating, she continued to chat with Daffa about the game that I could not understand where the plot was. They then laughed, Nayra's gaze turned towards me who was sipping coffee, then shook her head which made me confused.
“ like Rey is not a type of gamers deh?” nara said with a laugh, followed by a Daffa laugh that made me only shake my head.
“ I play PS loh “ I said while touching his eel, my eyes caught the expression of Daffa who seemed unhappy with my behavior just now.
We ate a lot of things talking about. Regarding the busyness of each –, Daffa who is now a government employee is busy managing his new small business –, while Nayra apparently already has many bookings for Sonya, and about me. We talk more about business strategies and markets that are hits, topics that are very safe in my opinion than about the past. I reached into my pants pocket when I realized that I did not see my phone, began to panic I continued to look for pockets while making a wink, looking at me who began to busy myself, Nayra scolded me.
“Rey, why?” nayra asked followed by her hand which removed the tablespoon.
“ mobile” nyari said I still keep looking, Nayra opened her waist bag took her phone and handed it to me. Immediately I called Hpku who turned out to be missed on the terrace table, fortunately my sister Rena found it while saying confused, can – usually I forgot to put my phone, even though it was the thing I always held.
I turned towards Nayra and Daffa who were talking with a cheerful laugh, Daffa's face was also very cheerful when talking to Nayra, making me even more curious about their relationship. I thrust Nayra's phone at her, whispering “ back?” which makes Nayra jerked for a moment and look at me with confusion then move her lips say “what” . I smile looking at Daffa then each – each of us say home. Oh yeah, I got Nayra's number .
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