the illusion of love?

Swoon

"Mas Faraz is out shopping?" asked Arni.

I just cleared my throat, gave Arni a little code for calm. But Arni stuck out her tongue. I'd love to pull that tongue out and cut it into pieces as my sandwich topping.

"Not mine Ar, got- ,"

I had expected it, Faraz could not be frank, I admit since close to him, there are many things he covered, except about his Mother and Father. I know a little bit about his story.

Arni seemed to wait for further Faraz said, while I better turn my eyes on the building – tall building out there. I see the front view occasionally. Looks like Faraz knew that the hanging words made my mood worse.

"Where's Ms Faraz from?" my question is a little effort to eliminate awkwardness in the car.

"Send of friends, coincidentally time is leisure."

"The girls are yah?,"

Oh my fools, what does it have to do with me, instead of that right, a relationship without ties instead of the same as having no rights? I squeezed the end of my skirt. Curse my own words.

"Ciye is jealous," led by Arni with a laugh.

"Eng – not, meaning that if a cheat means to go home must be picked up. It's not good to go home alone" my alibi.

"Ah ela Ze, modern times ! Click, the car is in sight."

Faraz looked at us from the rearview and chuckled, "True Zea said, Ar. Ndak good chick home alone. If grabcarnya kidnapper how,"

"So Mas Faraz will pick him up again?" Oh thank God Arni knows what to answer, so I should not be ashamed to ask directly.

"Maybe," he said flatly.

Like there's a little electricity in my chest. But as hard as I could be as usual, this is not the first time Faraz has dropped off and picked up someone, once he canceled an appointment with me for taking someone to Bandung. Miss Salma, that name she used to call. He said Miss Salma was his neighbor.

Never also arrived – arrived he went hasty, but only seconds until my boarding terrace. It went on a few times. But why the pain in the chest is still the same. Why am I not used to it.

I looked back at the glass, once in a while our eyes met in the rearview mirror.

Ringing hp sounds, it doesn't feel mine. I glanced at Arni. He fell asleep there. Basic kebo.

"Guilipinam,"

Oh it turns out that Faraz, my eyes are sweeping the streets again. Several times I heard Faraz's voice,

"Ehem....Yes Doc, I'll be there soon."

"From the hospital?." I asked Faraz.

"Yes, doctor Macel told me to go back to the hospital." He slammed the steering wheel to the right.

The doctor Faraz mentioned was a surgeon. And Faraz was his personal driver, I didn't know the beginning of their introduction, their relationship was long enough before we knew each other. But Faraz never a little story, that doctors Marcell often share his medical knowledge. Faraz had always wanted to explore the field but his economic situation was not supportive.

"Yaudah, get us down here." My love.

"I'll take you first" he replied.

Not long after we reached the office, Arni rubbed her eyes, trying to gather awareness.

"Udah until Bae Ze" he said, shaking his hand. "That's you kebo!" my answer.

Just as I opened the car door knob, Faraz's voice stopped me. "Well what time will I be home?." I thought for a moment. "Maybe by 10pm, the first chapter is still a lot of revisions about it so I work in the office."

He looked at her head, a sweet smile decorating on the lips "I wait in a normal place." I nod my head at the sign. I was so happy I smiled when I opened the car door. I guess Faraz forgot his habit of picking me up when I come home at night. This week, he was too busy.

Faraz's car slowly disappeared slowly.

Crutch

Arni squinted her eyes towards my navel. A bunch of magazines and my files I gave him. "Hehe I ate first yeah,"

Arni rolled her eyes lazily, "Okay!." she walked away into the office.

There are many restaurants in front of our office. My eyes were fixed on the Japanese restaurant, a man waving his hands across the street.

I ran towards him, the man smiled then rolled me inside.

"This is it," I said.

"Can't you see the menu?!" he shouted at one of the waitres.

"What do you want to order, brother?,"

"Where was it going?,"

I prefer to measure the table with my head. It was so embarrassing to talk about this shameful thing.

"It seems like the news is not good, okay because you are not rich, so today let me treat!,"

"Broast you!"

Vino laughed again, not long after our meal came. One little habit I saw from this guy. He took 2 pieces of tissue. Fold it into a small square shape. It was placed near the plate.

Ah already, not that I have known him for a long time why is still amazed – wonder.

"Well, can a positive client not today?."

Vino who persevered with his spoon shook his head, now it's my turn to laugh. "Hahaha" Vino stared at my eyes intensely, I was stunned.

"I think it's important that I'm rich" he said, suddenly rolling his eyes squint.

"Gue know, 3 times in a row – also achive goals it is indeed amazing!." I press the final word.

"How's novel lo?,

"Not yet stretched, my thesis is also still a mess. Why fight life must be this heavy, yes" I complained.

Vino finished his meal, his lips were not blown on the lap with the tissue earlier. His hand was approaching me,

Nah!

"Aw! sick pinter!" my shout. I thought he would stroke my hair, instead of putting a pebble on my head.

"Life you're looking forward to a lot of people out there!,"

I thought for a moment, right Vino said. We have to look down and not keep our heads up. Many out there who want to go to college but no funds or a lot of money but do not have time in between – between the busyness. For example, this arrogant man in front of me. He spent all his savings taking care of his mother who had been in a wheelchair for a long time. Eitin and I visited him at home. At home, he became a very warm figure. But at work he becomes a figure that sucks and adorable sometimes.

"Ze, are you dumb?."

"Ah no."

"Lo has moved on right from Wira? Arni said some time ago she came to your house."

Arni!!! Watch you! What good is the story of this matter on Vino true – true that boy!

"No need to call it his name too ! I'm good – fine Vin."

When I first met him, I never thought of him.

If I were free to express, I would say that. Unfortunately, the word stuck in the throat.

"Must, moving on from an ex might be easy,"

Vino sentence hanging. "What's so hard to move on?." My toot.

"Move on, from someone you've never had."

The sound of the clock clanking stopped. There was no sound except a thumping sound in my chest. How not. Our eyes met long enough. I choked I could barely breathe. Vino gave me some drinking water.

"Thank you." My reply.

"Wait here yeah, I pay first." Vino stood towards the cashier.

My gaze pierced through the glass that became the wall of this restaurant wall. It was like seeing Faraz's car go by. Ah maybe just hallucinate me. It's not like Faraz left 40 minutes ago.

"It's simple, sign that I was once generous with you!." He said put a bill in my hand.

"Najong!" my sift.

Vino was still waiting at the door. When standing arrived – arrived my head felt dizzy. I almost lost my balance, luckily there was a table in front of me. I hold it tight.

"Yukk," I said, trying to endure the pain that arrived – suddenly whack.

"No papa?."

I just shook my head, "My lowest blood relapses."

Just five steps away from the restaurant, my body collapsed, a clear view turned crashing. There was nothing I could feel, other than hearing cries for help. Someone grabbed my body, I could feel it. I couldn't see her firm face, as my gaze grew bristling. My breath is getting crowded, or am I dreaming. Because now everything feels completely dark.