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PS 15 - Ara's Cake

Ghifari took me to a bakery. I started to think that this was an effort that Ghifari had told me a while ago when I asked him if he was not working.

"Ra, you must always remember me if you are my future wife" Ghifari said.

"Yes ready 87!" I said.

"86, hilarious" said Ghifari.

"Emang yes?" I started to think. "One number is different" I said in self-defense after realizing I mispronounced the number.

"Come on, get off." he said take me.

I'm nodding. We both got out of the car.

I'm glued for a second. This cake shop is quite large with very nice decorations. In fact, when I compare it to the bakery I used to work at, it's much nicer.

I'm looking. Trying to find out the name of the cream-decorated bakery.

I watched the name of the shop lamat-juruan. Ara's Cake. I seem familiar with that name. Waitaminute! Why is this shop called Ara's Cake? Isn't Ara my name?

Why am I so naive. In this world, Ara's name is not just me. Maybe Ghifari has another Ara.

The other ara. Just thinking about it seems like I'm not willing. Waitaminute! Why so?

"Come, comein!" Ghifari.

"Eh, yes." I said.

Ghifari followed my view and he invited me in without giving any explanation. And I wonder why there is an Ara name there and whether she has more than one Ara in her life.

Argh, I must be crazy. I don't mean to have but. ah, I've been too lazy to continue.

I walk beside him.

"Assalamualaik." Ghifari greets a beautiful girl in a pink veil. The veil was long, even longer than the hijab I was wearing right now.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, Mas Ghifari." said the beautiful girl in response to Ghifari's greeting.

Ghifari glanced at me making this beautiful girl turn her head towards me. When he saw my face, he smiled. His smile was so soothing and so friendly.

"Eh, this must be Ma'am Ara huh?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, this is Ara. From today he's the one who's taking everything. Please help him" Ghifari said.

I'm stuck in place. Whatdoes thatmean? That girl came to me. Then put his hand out. Take me by the hand.

"God, you are so beautiful. My name is Aisha, Ma'am." she said politely.

I don't want to shake his hand. Smooth hands. My mind now wanders that she never washed clothes by hand like I used to. I was a little jealous of his hand.

"Ara." I said briefly. Then I turned to Ghifari.

I really don't understand where this conversation is going. Ghifari has not given me any cues or advice regarding this store.

"Can we talk for a second?" I asked Ghifari.

"I went inside first, Mom.. Ma'am Ara.." said Aisha. The name is very nice, beautiful and looks reflect the personality of the owner.

Me and Ghifari nodded. I knew Aisha had deliberately given Ghifari and I space to talk to each other.

We also sat at one of the corner tables of this bakery. Now we face each other.

"Ghif, please tell me what's really going on?" my many.

I don't want to talk stale. I wonder what Ghifari meant that suddenly asked me to stop the store all of a sudden.

"This shop is yours. Don't you like it?" tanyakanya.

My heart warms to hear him use your pronouns instead of lo. Even though I know we have agreed to this.

"It's overkill, Ghif. Today you're overreacting. From the start of Bi Shanti to this Bread Shop was overkill. I don't want to owe you much. Why is it so easy to love all of them as strangers?" I said.

"You are not a stranger, Ra" Ghifari said.

My liver. Justjust please. My heart feels warm like it's in the sun.

"We've only known each other for a few days" I said.

"Yes, but it's too much" I said.

"Nothing is excessive, Ra. Please accept all this. You've worked at a bakery before so I thought you could definitely stop this shop" she said.

"Trus I have to pay back with what is all this?" my many.

"You just have to stay by my side" he said.

Is this an expression of love? - my inner self.

I shook my head trying not to fall down and hope. I realized all this was just pretend and I thought all pretenses didn't require such a huge sacrifice.

I really consider the sacrifice Ghifari made so great considering that he often helped me do this and that.

"We're just pretending to be Ghifari." I said, slowly.

He held his breath, looked the other way and looked at me again.

"Okay, gini. Let's just say we're even. You've helped me make me want to pretend to be my future wife and this balesan for everything you do. No more no less. So you don't have to feel indebted anymore. You help me and this shop belongs to you. Point." he said, cold.

Why do I feel a sense of unwillingness in there when I hear Gifari again using the word I-Lo to me. Isn't that a natural act?

But. See how Ghifari looks cold. I thought that Ghifari was voicing his protest. Through Lo-Gue's pronouns and his cold face.

I feel bad. I understand very well that he really wants to help my economy but I don't want him to waste a lot of money just for me even though at the beginning of the first demand is me.

Let's say I'm selfish but I'm really confused. I glanced at Ghifari. Then he breathed. I can't let her down, she's already too good.

Let's just say that what he did was really a wage for my work. Not more. But even if I accept it I must limit the other Ghifari virtues.

"But on condition. Bi Shanti I pay, you do not need to bring food 3 days, and you can not buy me clothes every day again." I said.

Ghifari's smile instantly broke. The cold Ghifari as before is no more. I smiled in my heart. He seemed to agree to the terms I proposed.

"Okay deal" he said without thinking anymore.

"Eh, one more. Don't pick me up anymore." I said adding terms.

"You can't" he said with a laugh.

"Why can't it?" my many.

"It's a bonus from me" Ghifari said.

"Ck, bonus from where. It's called a space restriction." I said.

Ghifari laughed and found me saying that. His laughter was so crisp.

"So, Ara's Cake emang Ara is taken from my name?" my many.

Ghifari.

"Not from the other Ara-Ara?" my many.

"Other ara-Ara?" he said back asking.

"Yes, you have a lot of Ara" I said.

"Lo's jealous?" ask Ghifari.

"But jealousy from where to try." I said.

Ghifari. "Let's just have one Ara. Lo doang." he said.

I'm starting to feel like my cheeks are getting hot.

"For now the one yes, do not know later in the afternoon" Ghifari said quoting words from a filmed novel, Dilan.

"Gee! It's up to you, Ghif. Don't care, I." I said.

Ghifari just laughed.

Shit, just laugh handsome.