
On a terrace of the same house looks its simplicity. There were two handsome men who were silent to each other. Either, there is no topic to be the material gibahnya or there is a sense of awkward created between the two.
Wildan was busy playing his cell phone that was not stopping to ring. While, Devano glanced at the movement of Wildan's thumb.
On the table were two cups of warm drinks and a plate of chocolate fried bananas. Cool cold air is very suitable to eat foods that warm the body.
Sometimes they both change their sitting position and find a place as comfortable as possible. Lifting one leg to cross over the other leg.
Sticking your hands under your chin is like thinking about debt. Still silent without discussion only the voice that came from Wildan's phone.
Tik Tik Tik Tik!
The sound type letter by letter on the keybord of the phone screen that Wilfan is pressing. Like a typewriter that becomes a display in Vey's closet.
"Set," call Devano. The summoned Wildan looked over for a moment and cleared his throat.
"Hem" replied Wildan with deheman.
"How far do you know Vey?" devano asked who made Wildan's thumb hover above the screen.
His head was raised looking forward with the cellphone still on it. Devano's question is like Wildan fishing. How close they were first.
Wildan's chest rose and fell slowly. Take off his hat and put it on the table.
"Very close and understanding each other. To me, Vey was someone who had changed my mindset before everything was gone in an instant" he replied.
Smiling knot digested the answer of the man beside her. With foresight it was very clear Wildan had a feeling.
Devano slightly raised the corner of his lips before speaking again. Pain, pain, that's definitely Devano's feeling. However, Devano does not want to be jealous without knowing the feelings of his fiancee.
Devano still thinks positively to react to it. Do not want to be fooled by speech that is not necessarily the explanation.
"Well, even laugh at your whimper Set,"
"Why are you so tense? it's funny that you know your face is like a drugged bear. Dev, Dev huft's. Now I ask you back. How close do you know your fiance and, why don't you tell me you're engaged to him, hem?"
"I don't know Set either. Everything is like a dream come true. You believe that dreams are not just sleeping flowers. I started coming to my place. I met him at the market parking lot. Second meeting at my friend's college. If you feel and think with a healthy mind. Not as close as you think. I knew Vey only through the look in his eyes. Believe it or not, that's what happened,"
Well, no one ever knew in which harbor the love boat would lean on. Everything happens like in a soap opera that will show the end of the story.
Wildan smiled wryly lowered his head for a while and looked back to the front. In his heart he had to be sincere to let go.
"Wil, Dev, Mother Vey are calling you to dinner" said Irene, who overheard their conversation.
Before venturing out to call the two men. Wildan and Devano nodded simultaneously to then stand walking inside.
Irene looked at the backs of the two with an uncomfortable feeling.
"You're so lucky, Vey. Getting sincere love from Devano. May you always be happy" Irene whispered in this cold air.
Everyone ate mapam at Vey xengan's house quietly. Occasionally Vey enlivened a dining table that was filled with every chair. Asri's mother who became the material of Buliyan Vey, threw the skin of the right hoe exposed to the nose of his sister's nose.
A warm atmosphere like this that everyone will always miss. Especially Wildan, had not seen and heard the joyful laughter of the girl in his heart for a very long time.
The last time we celebrated graduation was what Wildan saw. Duet with the vocalist with a smile at him. A broken heart made Wildan insist on forgetting everything.
However, the opposite is obtained. Vey's shadow always followed. Irene was hurt and became Irene's retreat. It makes Wildan hate and not want to remember.
Just one name and one face Wildan always remembers. Only that name made Wildan to keep trying to forget the bitter events of his love.