Romance In Makara Orange

An Explanation

After the death of Lydia, the atmosphere that enveloped this private dining room became strange. Vira just took a sip of the spicy tofu soup from her spoon bit by bit.

And suddenly Gani quickly turned over the meat that was burned made Vira surprised by the spontaneous action.

“Douh, this meat forgot to be turned into a bit charred,” said Gani with a slightly regretful tone.

It appears that several pieces of meat with darker colors were transferred to a small plate.

“Eeeh here Mas Gani, let me just. This darling, the meat is expensive and delicious,” said Vira while taking the small plate.

“Don't Vir, it's not nice to eat a rather charred meal like this. Contains compounds that can cause cancer,” Gani.

“Vira doesn't care about the cancer-causing compound but Vira knows that many lives are saved with the price of this meat. So dear if discarded,” kilah Vira.

Gani smiled and then deftly started flipping through the meat along with shiitake mushrooms and Bombay onion slices.

“Mas Gani, this is the koq from earlier for Vira to keep the meat anyway! Don't do it Mas, both eat it.”

“Oh, it's okay koq Vira, you eat a lot!”

“Mas Gani, the…. That's. Sorry if I have this. But Mba Lydia brought me here and Mba Lydia is gone. I just want the same mastiin Mas Gani if maybe later we can pay the bill both yes! I mean I actually don't order this meat just spicy tofu soup and green tea. Which messages a lot is Mba Lydia, so maybe Mas Gani understands,” said Vira stammered explaining.

Gani looks towards Vira and tetiba laughs off. Vira never saw him like that. Never imagined also a gentle man with a shady face could laugh with a voice that sounded in Vira's ears.

“Mas Gani koq laughs? Vira seriously loh Mas! It's not that Vira doesn't want to pay for everything, and instead Vira doesn't have money. But, but, yes it is Mas, meaning that both pay will be good for us, like meal time in Pujasera used to be Mas, we pay each,” Vira tried to explain.

Gani stopped laughing and smiled. “Sorry yes Vir, sorry. It's not that he's laughing at Vira, but Vira is calm. It's been paid for Lydia koq!” gani.

“Totally? Everything paid?” vera tried to convince herself again.

Gani nodded and smiled.

“Mas Gani must think Vira does not have money to pay this yes?” vira said slowly.

“Vira don't be prejudiced, I never thought of kayaking it.”

“Not Mas, that's not what it means, but it must be thought so. Vira never found people who treat expensive food so much. Uh, never but a little guy. That's it Mas, Vira feels weird aja.”

Gani did not answer. Vira saw Gani smiling with a slightly lowered face, only looking at her plate and occasionally flipping through the meat on the grill.

“Mas Gani said Mba Lydia was meeting around here huh?” ask Vira to make the atmosphere more fluid. Frankly, Gani was much more silent.

“Eh, yes, this morning asked to come, there is a preparation meeting at the head office.”

“What's up Mas?” tetiba curiosity Vira out.

“Oh, the, preparations make to Riau.”

“Mas Gani to Riau want to do?” ask Vira who can't stop satisfying her curiosity.

“It just so happens to be able to work call there.”

“Eh, not Mas Gani yesterday just graduated? It was August, right? Cool ih Mas already directly dapet work that. It must be a really nice pinter. But koq work far and wide anyway Mas, why not just here? Local people who study in the area or in the capital must be able to graduate looking for work in Jakarta. Eh Mas Gani instead to the area,” as well as Vira.

“Vira if pass want to stay in the area?”

“Don't know also Mas, haven't thought of working where. Next semester just grab the thesis.”

“Say you like to ride mountains huh?”

Vira widened her eyes in shock. Surprised why Gani can find out about it even though Vira never joined the nature-loving students at the campus.

“Koq Mas Gani can know?” vira asked with eyes looking straight at Gani. Vira finds this strange because she thinks Gani knows too much about her.

“It looks like in Riau there are not many mountains. Eh Vir, can you ask me something?” ask Gani.

“Eh, can Mas. But Mas Gani why do you know Vira likes to ride mountains?”

Gani was silent for a moment. Sighs his breath slowly. Turn off the grill in front of them. Only the Bombay onion slices and two slices of cooked wagyu beef remain.

“Vir, sorry to ask this. But do you really not remember me? Absolutely?”

“EEh means?”

“Yes, you don't seem to remember me at all? So maybe also you suddenly feel strange why we can suddenly meet here and why Sister Lydia also invite you to lunch?”

“Mas Gani said what? I mean, Vira, have we met before, huh Mas? Eh, Vira never played to the Faculty of Engineering Mas, because it does not have friends there. Where do we meet, Mas?” vira's face shriveled at the thought of something that had no answer.

“I like to see you in the basement of the Mosque every Friday morning and you like to Central Library.”

“Eeh, sorry Mas. Vira doesn't know. Vira never acquaintance with other Mosque children or Perpus visitors especially from other Faculties. Sorry,” said Vira who is still astonished.

In his heart thinking about what he also had to know all those present in the Mosque or Library, it was strange.

“Not, that's not what I mean. But I tried to propose to you a few months ago.”

Vira's eyes were round with great shock. “What Mas? Meaning?” vira said stammered.

“I once sent you an introductory proposal. The goal is to propose you. But yes you refused and returned the proposal,” said Gani slowly.

Vira felt that her throat was blocked, not because it was dry. His hand immediately took out a glass containing freshly refilled green tea. He drank it instantly in an instant like a person thirsty for fasting.

“You all right?” tanya Gani looked at Vira who was holding her neck with a slightly pale face.

Vira covered her face with both hands. She did not expect that Gani would say that. Re-examining the thing he had forgotten because he had never considered it at all. He took a deep breath before seeing Gani's face return. His face was confused by what he saw.

“Vira sorry ya Mas, Vira sincerely sorry.”

“Vir, don't apologize. You have the right to reject Koq. No one can force it if it is not pleasing,” said Gani tried to calm Vira whose eyes have begun to redden.

Gani rubbed his neck. It was like hugging Vira to calm her down but it couldn't because Vira wasn't his wife, not his. Let him do it for a moment without doing anything. Only tears came out without any sound. Like a deep apology.

Vira was finally able to calm herself down. His breathing had returned with a heavy rhythm. There were already many words gathered in his head to be immediately conveyed to Gani. An explanation.

“Mas Gani,” said Vira opened a conversation that had stopped. Gani looked at him even though the shady-looking man lowered his head.

“Vira is really sorry. Not because Vira rejected the proposal, but Vira's apology is related to the way Vira rejected Mas Gani.”'s invitation

Gani raised her head and then looked at Vira. “Means Vira?”

“Vira immediately rejected Mas Gani's proposal without reading it first. Vira doesn't even know Mas Gani's name. Vira did not explain anything to Mba Ratih. Vira just found out Mas Gani fit to meet in the office of Mr. Sorry, please, my. Vira should have appreciated Mas Gani's good intentions more. Vira should have read the proposal. Vira should have given a good reason when rejecting him so that Mas Gani understood.”

Gani smiles. It seems Gani understands what happened. Also Vira became to understand why Gani seemed to know him and approach him.

“Sorry once again Yes Mas!”

“It's okay Vir. The past let it pass. Don't think about it again.”

“You want to go back to the office or want to go straight home?” ask Gani suddenly. It seems like they have been in this room for too long.

Vira looked at her digital clock and it turned out to be four in the afternoon.

“Yes for Christ, Vira hasn't told you that Miss Fatmah has been gone all this time. Kirain was just for lunch. How is it? Vira does not know the phone number of Miss Fatmah, only know the number of Mr. Faisal. Miss Fatmah has not come home yet?”

“Just use my phone Vir,” Gani directly thrust her phone with the logo of the bitten fruit to Vira.

“Don't Mas, wear mine only. Ask for the phone number of Ms. Fattmah only Mas!”

Vira typed in Ms. Fatmah's number and made a call. Not raised at all. Repeatedly not lifted. Vira looked at her phone screen with an anxious look on her face.

Gani decides to also call Ms. Fatmah and is immediately picked up.

“Assalamualaikum Ma'am Fatmah. This is Gani. Again where is Bu?”

“Ooh, yes well Mom. So no need to go there, ma'am?”

“Oh well Mom. Thank you very much ma'am, be careful on the way. Wassalamualaikum.”

Vira looked at Gani with a worried face. “Bu Fatmah has gone home huh Mas?”

“Sister Lydia called Ms. Fatmah, told me that you were the same as me and might not go back to the office. So Ms. Fatmah has come home from half-hour four in the afternoon.”

Vira was a little relieved but there was a feeling of fear approaching. Afraid of the assumption that Miss Fatmah who considers herself not working well and even messing with her boss's son. But it seems impossible also Miss Fatmah did that, because it looks like Miss Fatmah has been very close to the children of Mr. Herman.

“Why Vir, koq his face kayak still scared so?”

“Nothing Mas!”

“You go home to Bekasi? Ashar prayer first yuk!” bring Gani. Vira nodded.

Gani takes Vira to a musholla located on the third floor. There have been many visitors who come to immediately perform the Ashar prayer service. Vira immediately went to a place of women-only ablution and prayer at a special place provided. Separated from men.

After praying, Vira found Gani waiting for her not far from the exit of the women's prayer room. Her hair was still a little wet.

“Ke here Vir. Coincidentally I parked on the third floor, so close!” take Gani to point towards the parking lot.

“Eh Mas, don't deliver. I'll take the city bus or train. It's nothing koq. Later I can go down alone to the lobby and take the bus in front!” elak Vira refuses Gani's invitation.

“It's okay Vir. My work was done earlier, to Bekasi also not how long,” keukeuh Gani who still want to deliver Vira.

“Ih Mas Gani has never been to Bekasi huh? Forgive me, the traffic is so bad. Later mengesel deh will stress on the road,” apparently again tried to influence so that Gani does not need to drive him home.

“It's okay koq. All rehearsals. Long time no driving long distance.”

Finally Vira had no reason to let Gani not drive her home. Want to go to Depok but also lazy because it is quiet there. It is better to go back to Bekasi, he thought. I can meet Mama and Natha.

Gani opened the door of his 5-series sedan car which was colored by metallic old ash. Vira immediately grimaced. This German-made car made him reluctant to step in and lay his body in a leather-lined chair that looks so comfortable.

“Why Vir? Koq didn't come in and shut up?” ask Gani wonder.

“Mobilnya kebagusan Mas Gani, it feels like it,” said Vira honestly.

“The car only has this at Vir's house. Have Papa. Sorry yes! There is an MPV car borrowed only with Mr. Yadi, Papa's driver for a trip with his family. Understand Papa will again be invited Mama as well. So there's nobody at home.”

“Eh is okay Mas Gani, that's not what it means, just how to ride a luxury car. Fears for a long time so want to have it right Mas. Still in college.”

Gani laughed crisply. “You can always make me laugh.”

The journey to Bekasi was exactly as expected. The jammed incredible. But the annoyance does not appear in Vira and Gani. Vira felt that it was impossible for her to feel upset when she was in the car this comfortable. Similarly, Gani who was happy to be able to deliver Vira home even though the clock has shown at half-eight pm.

“Right turn Mas, enter the gate housing,” said Vira directs Gani towards his house.

“Let's go straight until the fourth block just turn right Yes Mas,”.

When Gani's car started to turn in the direction mentioned earlier, Vira's face turned pale. A black metallic sedan with a logo of four connecting rings that he knew very well was parked in front of his house.