Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)
Eighty One
Sometimes it makes you tired, but asking is also not an easy solution.
After seeing someone Gantari believed to be Fikri, she did not say much. Sometimes Anwar glanced at Gantari through the rearview motor, but he chose silence to appreciate.
"Sir Dihyan why?" ma'am Fatimah whispered to Anwar when he got home. This morning Mareka helped Gantari cook at her house.
Anwar initially replied with his shoulders raised, but then leaned towards his mother and whispered. "Maybe the same Miss Moon."
Fatimah turned her head and looked pityfully at Gantari who was washing the rice, then nodded in understanding. Living alone without a father or mother is not easy.
Before her tears fell, Fatimah chose to continue washing the chicken. Usually, their activities are always interspersed with chatter, but not this time. I prefer to be quiet.
"You washed 10 times the rice water must be butek, kok, Neng," Fatimah reprimanded when she saw Gantari pouring the fifth rice water.
Gantari turned his head, then surprised himself when he saw the rice in the magic com container and his fingers that had begun to wrinkle. There was no answer that Gantari could give, for he was just grimacing.
Meanwhile, Anwar did not respond to them and chose to stay focused on slicing onions with tears.
***
The Rawikara Retail rental car had already waited half an hour before the arrival of Nevan and Mariah. They were picked up by a hired driver and are now heading to the hotel.
When passing through Malioboro road, Nevan turned his head and looked at the place that has always been one of the tourist destinations with an interested view. Although this is not the first time to Jogja, but he has never explored Malioboro. Last time to Malioboro, he just hitchhiked in Loko Coffee Shop.
"If the night is more crowded."
Yeah, that's Mariah's voice. The girl sitting next to Nevan. Nevan turned her head and looked at Mariah who was grimacing awkwardly.
"I know quite a lot about Jogja and always miss him even though many times here," continued Mariah.
"Oh, huh?" reply Nevan. He was about to go back to the glass, but Mariah continued.
"I used to study in Jogja, at UGM."
This time Nevan is interested. He looked back at Mariah. Apparently the girl was quite talkative. The opposite is true of the girl he met at the hotel that night or the girl who met him in the morning when business marriage gossip rippled.
"Not Abroad?
Mariah nodded, then shook her head. "Papa didn't really believe me" he said bitterly.
"In the country it's not bad" Nevan replied. He paused for a moment, then continued, "I want to, too, but vice versa. I was asked to continue it Abroad."
"Our lives have a lot of rules, huh, Mom? From birth to old age, it's been plotted."
Mas's?
Nevan raised next to his eyebrows. However, he was reminded of the story of Mariah just now, if he had studied in Jogja. Probably accustomed.
After that, Nevan no longer spoke. He chose to check his phone for a while and was seen typing something, then put his phone back in his pocket. Then, he turned his gaze again to the outside of the car glass.
***
Nevandra Ardiona
I got to Jogja, yeah.
09.05 WIB Read
Gantari opened the message from Nevan and looked at him for a long time. Again he was confused as to what to reply. Something still bothers his mind.
Why would Dion lie?
"Sir Dee! I've taken it to the neighbors, yeah."
Fatimah who was wiping the dining table, where they had breakfast just now, turned her head and sneered. "Just like you, she can be so sweet, Neng. If it's the same mother, pout first."
"What the hell, Mak? Don't be jealous, ah." Anwar approached Fatimah, then hugged her from behind, to make Fatimah longer nagging.
Gantari who saw the silly behavior of the mother and child could only laugh and shake her head.
"Eh, where are you going, brother? Here all of you."
Apparently Anwar had finished teasing his mother and was now standing next to Gantari who was busy stuffing chicken stews and fried tempeh into the lunchbox.
"No, An. This is so that my brother who sent," refused Gantari.
"Where are you going?"
"The Hospital."
***
It only takes 25 minutes to get to the Hotel Tentrem. The hotel that is always a mainstay of Nevan every time you visit Yogyakarta.
Arriving at the hotel, Nevan checks his phone again and has not received an answer from Gantari. In fact, the message has been read or not only, Nevan does not know because Gantari has a habit of disabling notifications, so the blue tick is not visible even though the message has been read.
A habit that sometimes makes Nevan careless, but useless because Gantari still do it.
Before leaving to review the project, Nevan took the time to call Fikri who was forced to fail to come today.
"Where?" ask Nevan after the call is answered.
"Safe, Sir. We press and give a warning. Thankfully it has been discovered now. They may be negligent" reported Fikri from across the street.
Nevan nodded, despite the fact that Fikri would not see that. "Make sure not to pass from the deadline that has been determined, everything must be finished. No more tolerance."
"Good, sir."
"Just later, follow me here soon."
"Ready, sir."
***
Gantari put his motorcycle on the page of Sila Hospital. Earlier, he refused Anwar's offer to drive him because it felt bad to bother his neighbor from the morning.
While tidying his hair, Gantari remembered Nevan's message that he had not been able to reply. He pulled his phone out of the sling bag and immediately made a call after finding Nevan's name on the contact list. Just call directly, bother if you have to type a message. However, Gantari's look turned disappointed when it was the voice of the mobile operator who welcomed him.
The number you are going to is busy, try ....
Tut!
Tut!
Tut!
Gantari disconnected and put her phone back in the bag with a disappointed face. Then, he grabbed three boxes of food hanging on his motorcycle and took them into Sila Hospital where his late mother was treated for five years.
***
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The roll on the mattress seems not to roll anymore, so there is no advertising. No.no.
