SUPPOSE THAT...

THE WOMAN IN LOVE

Kirana who was sitting next to her Mother just silently lowered her head, her mind still drifting into her accidental encounter earlier with the Irritable Smile and scathing-mouthed Man as she visited her Om and Opa tombs.

"...Na's..Kirana ?"

His mother's voice was heard with a gentle shake on his shoulder, making him turn with a surprised face.

"You daydreaming ?" Marisa smiled looking at her daughter who was like waking up from sleep.

"No, ma'am" she answered quickly, shaking her head.

Back Mother who this afternoon looks beautiful with a bright blue shirt with her hair in the simple loop was smiling. "Jon asked you." he said while pointing at Jonathan who was sitting in front of him and only separated by a table.

"What ?" Kirana is facing the man who this afternoon wears an old gray sweeter in black jeans and boots.

"You're really not listening to me talk, are you ?" Jonathan leaned his back against the sofa while folding both hands across his chest.

Both of Kirana's cheeks puffed up with an annoyed look, but she did not argue.

"Aren't you interested in staying in Tokyo ?" Jonathan repeated the question.

"Why should I stay in Tokyo ?" kirana's eyebrows were linked to each other. "Do not want to." he said out loud.

"It's only temporary..." Her mother spoke. "This college break is there, there's a Kanda matsuri festival, you'll be entertained.." her mother suggested.

Kirana looked agitated, she squeezed out her clasped fingers. "Where might I go to a faraway place when my mind is full of Dave ??" lament Kirana in heart.

"Mama and Papa want to meet you Kirana" Jonathan said making Kirana's face raised to his gaze. "You forgot ? We haven't talked about our date." Jonathan smiled making his two narrowed eyes curl into a crescent moon.

Kirana stutters.

"Do you want to marry Kirana right away ?" her mother's jokes made Kirana's eyes more rounded. "Less than 2 years you graduate, I don't think there's a problem."

Jonathan chuckled in response. Kirana knew her mother was just joking, as there was no way she would be allowed to marry young and live in Japan. But the girl just stood up and left Jonathan and his mother looking at each other.

Marisa gave a code to her prospective daughter-in-law to enter and pursue Kirana who was directly participated by the Japanese man.

When Jonathan reaches the backyard of the Martadinata Family Home, there is an artificial lake. At his view the girl who that afternoon was wearing a loose white shirt with shorts and hair in pigtails was sitting on the porch looking at the sun with her sky that began to be orange, and gives a sparkling reflection on the surface of his lake that is calm water.

"So are you with me." Jonathan sat beside her.

Kirana did not respond. The girl was still sitting while bending her knees and leaning her head there.

For a moment they both just quietly enjoy the fresh afternoon air with many shady Trees and a soft wind.

"...I'm not your taste." Kirana said without turning to Jonathan who was sitting next to her.

"What taste ?" The narrow-eyed man looked at Kirana not understanding.

Kirana's face was increasingly bent and increasingly hugged both legs to the chest and then submerged part of her face in between her hanky and chest.

Back he fell silent and Jonathan who was still silent looked at him.

"...You used to say you liked women who were feminine and could be sweet..." Kirana spoke softly, again without looking at Jonathan.

Jonathan was surprised, but then laughed loudly until he held his stomach. Makes Kirana upset, and hit the man with a seat cushion that became his backrest many times.

"Sucks !" amuk Kirana was annoyed, her face was red with embarrassment. His hand was still swinging holding the pillow that was thrust onto the man. Unfortunately, the pillow is too soft to cause pain if struck right.

"I just don't think you still remind her Kirana hahaha...." Said Jonathan in between his laughter while trying to fend off the bar-bar girl attack beside him.

Kirana stopped hitting, her face pouting and sitting with both knees bent on the sofa and her back to Jonathan.

"So right my guess is, if you forced yourself to look tomboyish just to make me stay away." Jonathan smiled proudly to himself.

In the lyrics Kirana who is still sitting opposite her, making her change her sitting position to be in front of Kirana facing.

Kirana's eyes rounded as she looked at Jonathan's face from a close distance. The man's face was already very different from the last he looked at, his skin was blameless white with both thick black eyebrows formed neatly and firmly. Jonathan's eyes were narrower than his with both of his eyes black tanned. His nose is sharp with the tip rising, making his face more perfect. And his lips...

Kirana looked away with a dead red face. "What the fuck ??" he tried to remove Jonathan's hands from both cheeks, but the man did not allow it and still made Kirana face towards him.

"I love you Kirana." Jonathan said, making the girl's movements stalled and inevitably ended up staring at her childhood friend. "It doesn't matter what you look like, or even the bad past about your birth.." Jonathan paused for a moment to stare at the woman who had managed to capture his heart for so many years. "Here." he held his own chest with his right hand, while the other hand was still on the girl's cheek. "There is only Kirana Maira Mathadinata." he continued making Kirana's gaze bow with a thumping heart.

The day had turned dark as Eva opened her eyes and saw the face of her beloved son looking anxiously at her with a hand that gently cuddled her fingers that part of her back was in pairs of intravenous needles.

"Mom.." Dave smile. There was relief on the young man's face as his mother opened her eyes.

"The cave.." Eva raised her hand and stroked her son's cheek.

Dave immediately hugged the woman who was very loved and loved. "Thank God Mom.." His eyebrows were tied together, his eyes began to water. She was afraid of losing her mother.

"I'm sorry Dave.." Eva's voice was heard with those who let go of the hug. In his elus-elus the hand of his son who still holds his hand that is rolled weak. "Mom lied to you for years.." he said with a pale face and puffy lower eyes either from crying too much or lack of sleep.

For a moment Dave was silent, no need to explain anymore. But speaking of lara heart, surely her mother is more hurt. "I understand Mom, there is no need to explain or apologize." she smiled though stiff and her sad face could not be lied to.

Eva knew her son was lying for her sake, but she said nothing more and smiled back as she tightened her hand.

The spacious luxurious room atmosphere with a white-gold feel with a large bed that looks soft and comfortable it was the 50-year-old woman who fell asleep with an infusion hose protruding from the back of her hand.

Eva's view led to see a high ceiling in white with intricate carvings on the border. His memory is controlling, here he used to cry alone without anyone knowing about his heart injury.

"Mom, are we on medication ?" Dave said slowly, making his mother turn her head towards him.

Eva sighed and looked back at the ceiling of her room.

Dave had expected his mother to return to her resisting attitude, in taking her some paper documents on the nightstand. "So.I'm new from the Apartment.ah, how do I have..?" Dave tried to smile even though his mind was still shaken and he had a hard time accepting reality.

Eva looked towards her son.

"A, I call Papa to tell Dad the difference." he said, still smiling.

Doubtfully handed the papers to her mother. Eva accepts it as she changes position to sit leaning on the head of the bed that Dave helps by putting a pillow on her mother's back to be comfortable.

"Look behind her Mom." Dave said his mother was more focused on the writings on the paper.

Eva complies. Behind her sheets of paper that began to turn yellow at the ends. "Whose picture is this Dave ? Why did it look so arrogant to him." The woman's forehead wrinkled.

Dave smiled amusedly at hearing her. "Try Mom to pay more attention to sex" she said.

And when the woman with her long white hair and was unraveled it closed her mouth with shocked eyes, Dave realized that her mother had realized it.

"I found it on his desk." Dave said as he looked at his mother's face which started to blush with trembling hands.

"Is it true.i, this...??" Eva could not continue her words because her tears had first fallen down her cheeks. He sobbed staring at the sketch of his face which was only in a simple picture behind a paper document.

"Didn't Mom often say that your relationship is just a mistake...?" Doubtful Dave said, he did not want his mother to misunderstand and instead hurt his heart. "Although in the image on the used paper, but not with it even shows if only Mom can break his concentration while working, but not with it instead shows if only Mom can break his concentration while working, to the point of having to draw Mom's face behind the paper documents she was studying ?" Dave was just guessing, just so his mom had the passion to live.

But the 50-year-old woman was already crying while putting the picture paper on her chest and hugging her carefully.

The figure of Rendy, Dave's biological father is crazy work and Eva still remembers everything clearly. No one can tear the love of the man who always fills his heart and mind on the job. His silent and rigid attitude is almost like Dave, his son.

The regret of not being able to reveal or ask about each other's feelings surrounding Eva's life since Rendy's sudden death is now answered.

"Bas stupid, why is he drawing the look on my face all this...??" he cried imagining a figure like Dave was smiling at him.

At first, Dave was afraid that his mother would continue crying until she hugged the paper, but eventually Dave found out. If her Mother's cry was a happy cry of relief that had been a black stone in her heart.

No matter what his heart was broken because of the reality he had never accepted, he could endure. As long as he could see the woman he loved so much was smiling happily even though his face was reddened in tears, happy tears of course.