Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Thirty Two

Finally the clarification session ended with goiter. Gantari was accused of wanting CLBK, while Nevan was upset because Gantari's answer seemed ogah-ogahan.

"Tomorrow I'll come again" Nevan said exasperatedly, then left Gantari still grunting and saying goodbye to the young grandfather.

"Mode," muttered the young grandfather as he giggled. Then set a calm look, as Gantari approached and sat down beside her.

Today Gantari let her hair down. He wore a black short-sleeved shirt and jeans in matching colors. Although the eyes are not too wide, but still painted there.

"What you said to Shaness is correct."

Gantari turned her head and raised next to her eyebrows a sign of not understanding.

"They have nothing to do with you" explained the young grandfather. He turned his body around to face Gantari, then continued, "It is your fault that the world is narrow and cruel?"

Hearing him Gantari smiled wryly. He turned his body. "If in the past when Shaness told me about Nevan and I immediately told her about this problem, maybe everything wouldn't be this messy, huh, cake?"

"Hurt, yes, heartache. Now or then, he will still be hurt and disappointed. We all know Shaness anyway. He's that when it's love with people usually always crazy." Young grandfather's style of speech was like this, a little loud and outspoken.

"You live your life, he will also find a cure for his own injuries. Finding medicine for him is not your job." The young grandfather pointed his finger at Gantari, then continued, "Pardon her fiance or find another way, that's all her choice. Everything will go on and be forgotten."

Gantari.

Everything will go on and be forgotten.

The sentence of the young grandfather continued to be teased in his ear and he nodded in agreement to it.

"Grandfather was just as surprised when he found out Nevan was your ex-husband. You're just talking about Dion." Grandpa sighed slowly. Views menaced. "If it doesn't come out, will you continue to do this forever?"

"Maybe" answered Gantari.

***

Ardiman called several times and Gantari just answered him on the third call.

"You healthy?"

Gantari shed her tears silently. He felt sin had hurt the hearts of those who sincerely loved him and Ardiman was one of them

"Take care of yourself, yeah, son."

The sobs of Gantari were unstoppable no longer. He sniffled and apologized to Ardiman many times.

"Om you're the one who should be apologizing," Ardiman's voice rasped. "Not knowing anything about you. Don't know your troubles." Silent moment. Gantari was sure the uncle was crying too. "But maybe, even if you know Om still can't do anything."

Gantari. Her tears are dripping. "Dance love with Om. Don't apologize to Dance."

"Mas Irawan must be angry with Om, since Om ngebiarin you enter this house by making your mother as a guarantee," Ardiman's voice was blocked, then the connection was cut off.

***

The sunlight is not as bright as yesterday. Today the weather is cloudy, making the house feel dark and damp. Darya Ardiwinata sits in a chair. No children or grandchildren will accompany you. He stared at his favorite green tea with no interest. From that tea had not been absorbed, until slowly the white steam began to disappear.

Ardiman came and left for work, while Shanessa has been going to campus since dawn.

"Last night, I called Gantari and she sounded fine." Ardiman deliberately reported, because he knew very well if the man in front of him was very worried.

Grandfather nodded briefly. He tried to stay calm by sipping his bitter cold tea repeatedly.

"Shaness today's thesis hearing, before leaving she asked Dad for a prayer."

Grandpa nodded again. Look at him being stuck, that's why he didn't answer.

Ardiman grabbed Grandpa's hand and kissed the back of his hand before finally stepping out of the house. His face was as cloudy as the weather today.

Darya Ardiwinata lives alone with thin water in her old eyeballs. He did not expect, forcing Gantari to return to his position to destroy the life of the grandson.

He just didn't want his granddaughter to be educated by a former comfort woman. He just didn't want his grandson to spend the rest of his life devoted to a building porter. He just wants his beloved son's beloved daughter to live a decent life. The life he once gave to Irawan, but was thrown away.

However, now not only Gantari's life that he destroyed accidentally, but Shanessa's life as well.

***

Ardiman opened the car door with a laptop bag in his right hand. His steps were shaky and his facial features were not as excited as usual, until some employees were reluctant to say hello.

The main door was in sight, he looked up and his footsteps suddenly stopped when he found there was Gantari. The woman was standing looking at him with a smile. However, strangely his heart just felt like it was squeezed to see that smile.

Gantari walked quickly to Ardiman, and hugged him tightly. Last night he was worried about remembering their last conversation. His face he buried in the chest of the uncle, so he felt there was a soft elusan at the top of his head.

Gantari remains Gantari. Beautiful, smart and strong women. He met Ardiman in his usual neat clothes, not wanting to look pitiful in front of his beloved. Curly hair is deliberately he stalls. His little eyes he gave eyeliner to sharpen his charm. Her tiny lips she polishes the soft pink lip dye. Gantari remains Gantari. The sun with a warm cheerful charm.

They finally decided to sit in the cafe next to the office after Gantari refused to enter.

Ardiman, who had lowered his head, raised his head and frowned. Gantari knew the uncle did not understand, so he continued, "To our house."

Ardiman's heart ached not playing when he heard it, but he tried to nod.

"Om really don't know if you've ever..."

"I know," cut Gantari fast. He smiled and again it hurt Ardiman.

After that awkward conversation they were silent for quite a long time. Luckily a waiter came to deliver the order. Both refused to eat and chose to drink. Ardiman let out a long sigh, then spoke after the servant passed, "Om hope, you don't hate grandfather too much."

He continued his words again because it seems that Gantari did not want to respond. "Well, your mother's problem..." Ardiman paused and stole a look at Gantari's reaction, then continued cautiously, "Grandfather did it because it was the only thing that could make you want to stay with us."

"He doesn't really hate your mother, Gantari."

***

As Nevan had predicted yesterday, today he came again. Wearing a navy shirt and black chino pants, she sat cross-legged on the porch of Gantari's house. His gaze focused on the phone in the right hand reading the news titled "Evaluation Learning Online, A Minister Shocked Can Complaints No Signal-Electric" while waiting for the owner of the house to come. He smiled when he read it. It's a miracle this country, he murmured.

He had been frowning and peeking at the window of the house just to make sure Gantari was not inside. Sometimes he looked up and clicked because Gantari had not yet returned even though his butt was hot.

In the second hour, a new Gantari appears with a sling bag and casual style. His shoulder curls swayed in rhythm with his footsteps. From afar Nevan could see Gantari's forehead frowning when she saw his whereabouts.

"Where from?"

It is unexpected that Gantari's pain became more and more when he heard Nevan's question just now and inevitably Nevan grieved bitterly.

"I'm just curious," the handsome murmur.

Gantari passes and inserts the key to open the door, before Nevan interrupts, "What are you cooking?"

"No cooking" replied Gantari lazily.

"Why not cook?"

"Why?"

Nevan sighed, then exhaled softly, "Just curious."

Gantari snorted, then stepped about to enter the house when again Nevan interrupted, "If you rarely cook, you may later forget how."

Hearing Nevan's words just now, Gantari twisted the body. He raised his eyebrows, and then pressed with emphasis, "You haven't eaten."

"No need to be."

Gantari gawked, then laughed blandly. "That's a statement, not a question. You haven't eaten. That's why it digresses," he said with a flat expression.

"If you know, then let me eat."

"I don't cook."

"Eat it cooks."

Gantari almost exploded, but she held on. He let out a long sigh, trying to increase the stock of patience.

"Mending home, huh. Eat."

"Not to get attention."

Gantari said Istighfar in his heart many times. He had no idea what had happened to this man before him. And again, it looks like Nevan didn't go to work or run away from the office, but it's none of his business. He glanced at the wall clock inside the new house showing at 11:00 WIB, then looked at Nevan again.

"If you still intend to collect stories, like not today."

"If not today you should confirm. I've been waiting for almost two hours and because of that I'm hungry" Nevan explained diplomatically.

Not far from cooking, eating, and being hungry. Apparently true, Nevan was struggling because his stomach was empty. Gantari understand, so now he'll talk well.

"I didn't know you were here."

"I told you yesterday."

Gantari shook her head. The sentence was incorrect, so he corrected again, "I mean, I didn't expect that you would actually come here."

"You think I'm the kind of person who doesn't keep promises?"

Nevan shouldn't have said that. Nevan shouldn't talk about promises because now her mind is floating on a memory.

Nevan shouldn't have said that. Nevan should not talk about promises because now Gantari seems to be drawn into a nostalgic room.

"Tomorrow I'm here again" said Nevan clumsily, then walked away.