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#9

12 Years ago

I was sleeping when the phone lying next to me kept ringing shamelessly. Duh...who else is so intent on waking me up? I felt – palpable looking for a mobile phone that finally could be reached by my hand. I saw the sail and the name of Nadia, a college idol with a beautiful face, a sexy body, the dream of all the men in the economics department who are now my girlfriends.

“halo?” I said, closing my eyes

“sayang, tonight yuk” road persuaded Nadia with its powerful voice.

I saw the clock on the screen hp, pointing at 5 pm “iya bilek” I said briefly and immediately turned off the phone to resume my sleep. But it failed because this goddamn phone is back embroidery. Did Nadia forget something?

“ada forgot?” I said without seeing who called.

“what forgot?” surprised because of the different sounds I returned to see the mobile phone screen, which turned out to be connected with my sister Rena

“no, wrong person. Tumben phone?” thankfully, it was not the other woman.

“mom asked, go home what not? Tonight there's Alika's wedding reception. Everyone must attend” ah. I forgot that my cousin named Alika was married earlier. I didn't even attend because I was so tired of staying up last night doing college work.

“it seems I did not follow” I said followed by a vapor that indicates I am still sleepy. Besides, my mini mala has a road appointment with Nadia.

“sure? Later regret loh..” said Rena as if reassuring me.

“ah.. most just a regular reception event right? I again have a task” kilahku who is actually lazy to go home and choose to stay at home near the campus contracted by Bani.

“ada who just came home..” said Rena who still makes me not interested. Most also remote family, I thought. “people far” he continued trying to make me curious.

“at least not so important. Udah ah. I want to sleep” said I am not interested at all

“cluenya, the picture is under your clothes” said Rena laughed a little and then ended the phone. While I go back to sleep. Then again remember the word – last word Rena had. The person whose picture is under the clothes? Who the hell does that mean? Under my clothes there are only photos.My eyes are open followed by my body which immediately sits on the mattress.

“sialan” umpatku while looking at the clock that has shown at 6 pm. I immediately rushed out of the room looking for Bani's whereabouts.

The man I was looking for was making out in his room, the woman he brought home today. I immediately knocked on her room door.

“Bani.. “ call me while knocking on the door. What Bani answered with yes without opening the door of his room. “I borrowed the key motor” said I did not see the motor key I used to wear to the campus. The door was opened by Bani, who was wearing only a color, while giving me the motor key.

“mau road clock this?” He asked while showing his body that was carrying a bite.

“I want to stay in the village tonight. There's a family” show I said which made Bani nod in understanding.

 I rushed to take a shower and changed clothes then immediately spurred on the vehicle. Actually I do not need to spend because the distance from home to the university where I studied took about half an hour. It's just, since Bani had already rented a house so she asked me to stay with her. Though the distance from the house of Bani kekampus is also the same as me, this is only – reason he will be in order to live freely. Sometimes bringing home women, drunk – mabukan has become a common thing we do. Even in the third year I tried to die – matian maintain my value that is increasingly difficult to pursue considering my behavior is increasingly becoming – so.

I arrived about half 8 nights, I had time to look at the house of Nayra who I would always pass on the way home. The house that used to look quite simple has turned into a luxury home. His father was a successful architect who had many important projects in this city, also has other businesses such as building material stores and the like. What she looks like now, makes me quite curious.

“said Rena, you didn't come to party” said my next mother at home, and kissed her hand

“change your mind bu” said I immediately put the bag in the room and look for the clothes I will wear. I took out a black shirt and gave it to Rena who just heard – grin saw me coming. “just laugh, nih iron” said I

“he said he did not want to go home, uh came home also” ledek Rena who never called me with this sister's call. Makes me want to pinch him for daring to taunt me.

***

Arriving at the venue, I had regretted also hunting here because it turns out I did not see Nayra anywhere. Ah.. don't – don't Rena pranking me? Damn her. I was grieving when the bride and groom entered the venue which required the invited guests to stand up including me whose gaping mouth from yawning it stopped instantly when I found it.

Nayra stood among the crowd, she looked very beautiful. Her hair was cut short, she even had bangs, with a knee-length black dress making her so graceful. He was busy chatting with the person next to him who turned out to be Lira made him not realize that there were some eyes of men who did not move from him, including me. He is always the center of attention wherever he is.

He was laughing when he turned the other way and accidentally found me. Our gaze met, he tried to focus and then smiled back at my smile. Ah... I miss her a lot. 4 years passed, she looks to be an adult, making me almost can not believe that the woman in front of me now is Nayra who became more beautiful.

I approached them. Lira elbowed Nayra who immediately turned around making her almost hit me fortunately I swiftly held her shoulder.

“eh. there is a child capital nih” I said trying to tease him. Nayra looked at me a little confused then laughed. “you when comes?” I continued who still couldn't take my eyes off her.

“kemarin” said while taking a glass of mineral water near us then immediately drink it. Shortly after, Daffa joined us, making me suspicious that he was actually still harboring feelings for Nayra. Seen from the way he looked at Nayra with admiration.

We talked until the party was over, we joked more and made me forget to ask about some things to Nayra.

***

The knock on the door woke me up. Mom knocked – knocking on the door of the room quite hard to make me realize instantly.

“why bu?” I opened the door still with sleepiness lurking

“rey, his father Daffa died” said the mother who immediately made me drowsiness run away somewhere. I immediately rushed to take a bath and changed clothes and then rushed to Daffa's house to forget breakfast first.

Daffa House seems crowded with – people who are starting to be busy preparing for his father's funeral. I searched for – find Daffa while helping to put a plastic chair in the yard of the house that is now being fitted with the tent.

“Daffa where?” ask my sister Damar who is also arranging seats for – people who will come to visit later.

“Daffa can't be reached” said Damar whose eyes looked puffy. I looked for the phone on my shoulder, but it stopped immediately when I remembered that I left it yesterday. I even forgot to break my promise with Nadia. It's not important right now that I have to look for Daffa.

Mourners began to arrive while his brother and sister were still busy looking for the existence of Daffa which turned out last night not to stay at home. His family said Daffa now chose to stay at the boarding house because it was closer to the campus in the city. But last night Daffa was in the village, is it possible that he returned to the city late at night? I was sitting talking to Daffa's brother when a sedan stopped near Daffa's house. The car I know belongs to Nayra's father.

The full funeral was over. I was still sitting at Daffa's house because her brother invited me to eat first before returning home. Daffa smiled as he gave me a chair.

“you from anywhere?” ask me who's still wondering where he stayed last night and how Nayra found him

“I sleep at home my college friend” said while pointing to the area where he stayed. “tnight I just changed the phone number and did not tell people home” he explained which I responded with a nod. “fortunately Nayra immediately contacted me” she did not tell her house person but could give Nayra her new number, ah Daffa is getting great this time. I was upset in my heart because my guess was right, she still had the same feelings as Nayra.

“I don't know what happened if Nayra did not come earlier” he continued to make my feelings more unpleasant. “dia was right – right best. make me feel comfortable first then say the bad news” I lit a cigarette followed by Daffa.

“so he came to pick you up?” actually I don't want to hear the continuation but I'm also curious.

Daffa nodded “iya, he continued to calm me down who was crying and finally realized as Nayra said, that by crying would not return my father. He also reminded me to worship my father for the last time by delivering him keliang keluhan sincerely” I feel relieved that Daffa can let go of his father but do not ask how my heart shape seems it was already charred from burning jealousy at this moment.

Daffa took a slow sip of his cigarette and then exhaled it into the air along with his words that struck me hard.

“i want to take this opportunity to try to get her to start a relationship again. Starting a new page with us who have grown up” I took a strong sip of my cigarette until the smoke almost choked me. This rhetorical statement seemed to tell me not to compete for Nayra. Maybe Nayra will accept it again considering the special treatment earlier that helped dispel my spirit to try to get closer to Nayra. I don't want to ruin my friendship again for fighting over Nayra. I could only pat Daffa on the shoulder trying to encourage him.

***

After Daffa house I immediately tancap gas back to the contract near the campus that makes the mother became surprised because I look – hut. I reasoned that I still had unfinished tasks.

I went into the rented house while carrying a bag of crackles containing liquor that I bought at my subscription place and Bani. I was busy putting drinks packed in plastic into a bottle of mineral water when the door to Bani's room creaked open. I thought he was out.

“in cariin Nadia tuh” said Bani who this time wearing a T-shirt that indicates she is alone in her room. “he said your phone was not answered. He came here nyariin you” said Bani while reaching for a small sloki glass that we used to drink illegal goods.

“handphone forgetfulness in kamar” said I pointed to my room which Bani answered with her laugh while shaking her head in disbelief that I could forget to bring a cell phone.

“oh yes.. in what order?” tanya Bani pointed to the plastic bottle containing the alcohol.

And there flowed a love triangle between me, Nayra and Daffa. The reason I came home yesterday was how this story started until finally the story when Daffa's father died. Which makes Bani quite amazed because she knows that I often have – change girlfriends because I do not like to get involved too far with the feeling it turns out to have a love story that is so complicated.

Bani suggested I should avoid meeting Nayra temporarily for fear of further tension between me and Daffa. But on the other hand, I want to continue to follow him so that Daffa does not have a chance to get close. There's a good chance that Nayra will accept Daffa again, which scares me, because she'll never get a chance to have Nayra. And this feeling will always be love clapping one hand.

***

The cigarette ash that accidentally hit my hand left me stunned. How long have I been daydreaming? I was smoking in my office balcony while looking at the – people who passed by carrying – items of decoration for weddings in the hotel ballroom. I feel dejavu.

A knock on the door immediately made me move to open it. Mila stood on the doorstep smiling. Some of this time we did not spend much time together under the same pretext – is just as busy.

“night there is a family dinner event, mama asked you to come” ah.. to be honest I don't want to go where – where but because I appreciate her family I nod my head a sign of agreeing to instantly make Mila's smile expand and make me feel a little guilty for spending more time thinking about Nayra.

It's been a week and I'm still stuck with our conversation the last time we met. I was anxious to deny some of his statements that I could not all accept at that time. It's just that I didn't find the right words to deny it. And now I'm in a daze because I keep questioning how I feel about Mila or Nayra.

***

Dinner began solemnly, no family member spoke when eating except for asking for help to take a plate containing the food they wanted to put their plate. I feel lonely here, somehow I feel willing to exchange this momem with the moment when the last time I ate with Nayra at my house. It was full of laughter and stories that made me feel warm.

I felt misbehaved when Mila's second sister, Andi, looked at me. Ah. made my hunch so bad because I seemed to know the meaning of his gaze.

“so, when does Rey want to formalize a relationship with Mila?” mom opened the conversation that made me choke. I tried to wipe – chest strokes trying to relieve my cough.

“i will talk about it first with my aunt's family. At this time we are still mourning the departure of mr”, I replied, which made Mila's mother nod.

“mother is old and sick – sick. mother hopes before mother why – napa later, mother, mom wants to be able to see daughter one – only this mom is married to the man she loves” I tried to understand because we have been in a relationship long enough but somehow I was right – really felt not ready for this situation now.

I could only nod with Mila's mother's wishes, I was afraid to say yes then promised to do so soon just because I felt bad about her mother. Mila's sister named Adi began to beat up trying to divert the conversation with a business topic that I actually do not like to talk to people who are not directly related to my business especially this family.

There is 1 thing that I really do not like about the Mila family is the money problem. Which always makes me rack my brain looking for various ways to avoid this topic. Those families who look to have good finances – are fine when not. His mother when still healthy really likes to spend money by eating at a luxury restaurant even often stay at a hotel if he receives his father's pension money is not much anymore. Her first sister Mira had to try to die – matian looking for money even have a debt that I paid partly because her husband was drunk on gambling. His second brother always builds a business that always loses where some of his capital asks for an injection of funds from me. While Mila is a shopaholic who can not bear not to shop and kesalon any opportunity. Not that I talk about their disgrace, it's just that – thing is one reason to think back if you want to marry Mila.

And sure enough, Mila's brother tried to persuade me to give capital assistance to the business he wanted to build next. I tried to find a gap so as not to get stuck by saying that I was actually making a project that also needed no small amount of funds. Made Mila so glance at me curious about what project I was making.

On the pretext of going home to mom, I say goodbye to home from Mila. Ah. finally.

“what project are you on? How come you didn't tell me?” not that I didn't tell him. I don't know what project I was talking about there. That's just my reason for not being inedible mode to borrow money again from his family.

“still in the stage of idea development and cost allocation so I can not tell what – apa” explained me who is still trying not to be lying.

“means it's still a long time Rey, you can help my brother's capital loan me first” tone of speech that thinks this is not a problem start to raise my emotions

“your brother has borrowed a lot of money from me Mila, and everything has not been replaced a penny. I don't want the funds I prepared so yawn again” said I who had reached where I parked my car

“well, you have patience. It will also be replaced. If you lend capital this time I'm sure he must be faster to restore” Mila's tone that began to rise now ignites my emotions.

“can't, if I go home you don't talk about money?” I looked at Mila who was still acting foolishly in front of me. “every time I come here your family will start talking about money, business. Can't they ask me first? My father just died, and you don't seem to care about it. How much have I lent money to your brother for which there is no result? Do you think I'm a money machine? We haven't married Mila, and your family is like this?” i explode. Of course, with my unstable emotional state it is very easy to get angry at any time. Mila looks silent, her eyes start to look – glass, uh. I don't want to see women crying tonight.

“rey.”Mila tried to hold my hand which would open the car door.

“i'm tired Mila” said I let go of the handle and got in the car and went home soon.

***