THE MENTARI FOR ESTUARY SEASON 2

CHAPTER 27, THE STORY OF THE TWO (CHANGING THE PAST)

            “Maybe it is true that I was wrong

Weasel

Admitted

I fell in love again”

(Rio Febrian-Salahi Me/I'm Falling in Love Again).

“Mbak Hanum prettykuuu, hunted why the hell?” ganesh said impatiently from behind the door. Riana's boarding house, noon. A little busyness seems here and there, I don't know what they really want to do.

“Sek, jerk, I caught this first,” said Hanum while closing the zipper of his bag.

“You are going where the hell, really excited,” said Riana who is still negligent and malesan in front of the television.

“There are affairs little mbak. Wes, it'll be late in the afternoon we'll tell you. Now mbak santuy-santuy first,” said Hanum. Ganesh nodded, confirming.

“You two go?” ask Riana again.

“Ho oh, bye ya mbak, excuse me first. Assalamu’alaikum.”.

“Wa’alaikum greetings, be careful.” Riana said. They just nodded, kept going.

***

It's still in the boarding house, in the afternoon, and Riana's in the mix. But thankfully, having slept for almost a full day today, Riana felt refreshed again, her energy so full again. The only problem is, in this quiet boarding house, what should he do?

Ah, yes, he remembered, he had promised to tell Muara. If yesterday a great tiredness did not hurt him, maybe he could have told a story and finished it that night too.

Riana smiled. He knows what to do now. Mending him clean up, continue to prepare everything for the afternoon today.

***

Riana stared at the entire terrace table in front of her. Perfect! All the food has been neatly arranged, and looks great when photographed through various angles that fit. But Riana shook her head, then laughed at the ridiculous idea that had come up just now. What is the motoin of food kept on sosmed? Not really him, is he?

The roar of the motor returned Riana from her thoughts. Soon the girl went to the gate, then opened it. And Muara smiled, welcoming her beautiful-looking girl in an orange knee-length dress. Her long, well-gathered hair also adds an ayu impression to the girl. Plus he doesn't put anything on his face, except baby powder. Naturally beautiful and fresh, at least that was the assessment she could give for Riana's appearance today.

“Cantics.” The compliment. Riana just smiled.

“Weh, what is this celebration?” asked Muara who was surprised to see the terrace table full of food.

“No...” replied Riana.

“La this much food for what?” ask the estuary again.

“Today is our day... Yuk, we eat now,” said Riana while inviting her lover to sit facing the terrace table that has been transformed into the dining table.

“This is all of you cooking?”

“No, I bought it. Not taking it to my kitchen, sleep all day.” replied Riana.

“It is, tired of you too right. BTW how is Jakarta?” ask the estuary suddenly. Riana. But as much as possible he remained ordinary, and answered the man's question.

“Mm, Jakarta, yes as usual, hot, stuck, padet, rame, yes not much different from Surabaya.”.

“What happened while you were there?” Yak, the attack has begun, sodara. And Riana was fortunately ready for it, so she was not surprised anymore.

“I met my old friends, nginepnya also in my first boarding house, the same person as Bu Dian, the owner of my old boarding house, the room was not rented to anyone, so every time I went home, I went home, I can stay there,” Riana replied.

“Then, who is Nicolas Fernandes?” Duarr! Finally erupted already green balloon *eh, no, that is, a wedge in the mind of Muara, about the figure of a man who turned out to have seized the attention of Riana during her time in the capital of Indonesia. While scooping the food slowly, Riana began her story.

“She was actually my deket during High School, Ra. Many are matching and fooling us. And not a few also think we have a relationship more than that.”.

“Trus?” tanya Muara – half impatient.

“We know we love each other, and we have the same flavor frequency. But there are more things that stand in the way of that togetherness. It's actually one, but it's heavy, and the possibility for us to unite is really very small because of it,” Riana said.

“What is it?” The estuary is getting curious.

“Confidence... Yes, we have different beliefs. Our religion is different.”

“So what did you do while you were in Jakarta? Repeating the past?” ketus Estuary. Riana sighed, then, looked at the man's eyes for a while. Those beautiful eyes, those eyes that always looked at her softly, even from their first meeting.

“Iya, we did meet..” replied Riana slowly. The estuary began to reluctantly look into the eyes of the woman. But that ayu face, and something in her eyes forced the man to stare back, even though – if he could, he chose not to.

“We did meet, Ra, but I had no idea that the one I met was not the real one.” Riana continued.

“Hah? M-What do you mean?” Surprised estuary.

“What I met was... Spiritnya.”

“WHAT?” Surprised estuary. But Riana did not want to stop, so she continued her story.

“She was dead a week before I came and reached Jakarta. He was involved in a single accident on a snowy road in his country. Actually there was a little element of intentional in the accident, he became a victim of his cousin prank that mixes alcohol concentrate high on his drink at the party. I was in a daze at the time, not knowing what to do or how to do. I was in shock, all I could not accept easily in my senses. That's why I turned off the phone, I disappeared, I really couldn't.” explained Riana. Muara. He hugged the girl's shoulder, strengthened her. In any case, the loss must have been very painful for him.

“He's been involved in a pretty severe accident before, a year ago, before we actually-gener as familiar as now... Uh, not yet? I forget. But the point is, there's a lot of unfinished between us, including about how he feels about me. I told you the possibility of us being together was small, but he was still feeling the same way, until he frustrated himself. We were to meet again also fitting all of us holiday in Jogja before the new year that time. So frustrated he said he wanted another accident, continued amnesia.”.

“And finally even the real incident yes..” lirih Muara.

“Terus... Do you still have the same taste of him?” ask Muara carefully.

“Ngak..” Riana shook her head.

“Yakin?”

“Very... Because ever since I found out that he and I were different, all of those feelings I turned off slowly but surely. I am not the type of person who always imposes feelings, what else if there is no possibility for the feeling to manifest and reply. Before I felt the pain myself, yes I decided to stop.” explained Riana. Estuary nodded. Suddenly, guilt seemed to attack him from various directions. His jealousy turns out to hurt many parties, including himself, and also Riana. Still clearly remembered by Riana who fell asleep so soundly on the way home from Kenjeran. That tired expression...

“Sorry yes, Ri..” he said sincerely while holding Riana's hand.

“I think this is natural, Ra. That jealousy... So, no need to say sorry, okay?” The estuary smiled, then dyed the old girl's hair. The smell of the shampoo instantly filled the surrounding atmosphere. And Muara, had promised and testified to himself, that this scent would forever be an opium to him.

“Now, replace dong..” says Riana suddenly.

“What changes?” The estuary does not understand.

“Ya change stories,” Riana replied.

“Soal?”

“Celinia Raharja..”

“Oalaaa iku ta?” The mouth twitched its eyes. For some reason, suddenly he wants to be a little ignorant with Riana.

“Wes gek ndang cerito, bebel je me, pas wingi dek-e aggressively ngono kae... You are also nyebelin, use the hugs of everything..” riana's nag.

“Aduh ngeri nek iki ki. Yowes-yowes I didn't tell you..”.

“Buruan!” yells fierce.

“Iya-iya dear Gustiii... Gini. In ancient times, live.”.

“Ck, your prey or ears call one?” threatening Riana while preparing to ring the ears of Muara (ngunyeng-ngunyeng what the hell Indonesian language? Anyway that's it).

“Jeez dear, yes. This time I'm serious.” Muara raised her hand – sign of surrender, while protecting her ears from deadly attacks.

“Sini not hug first but, not good story something if not while hug..”.

“Mode!” exclaim Riana. But unabashed, he sticks perfectly also on the stocky body of Estuary. He held the head on his shoulder, stroking the girl's long hair while starting to tell stories.

“Celine was my girlfriend back in High School, we dated for three years. I used to unfortunately be the same with him. It's just the difference like the sky is the earth, Celine is a rich boy, I'm not a child of people. I who used to not like now Ri, make a daily meal or sometimes use debt first. Three years we went together, I finally know, Celine is just benefiting me, because my brain is quite diluted first... So angger arepe exam yo dek-e isok nempel-nempel karo me. But the fitting is not yes like it does not care so..”.

“La where do you know?” ask Riana.

“Pas wants to graduate, I accidentally passed the empty class. There again collected Celine as her gank, her girl friends who at the center of all, mbuh, kok yo onok endelnya women like that. Then there, I heard Celine's confession, which she casually said, “if not because Muara tuh pinter, I yo wegah karo dek-e, wong kae ra nduwe kok..”.”

“Astaghfirullah..” Riana closed her mouth.

“That's. From there I felt a lot of revenge, just like girls especially. Celine was my first love Ri, so it felt like not karu-kuliran once I know the person I consider as my best love even stabbed me from behind like that. I never dreamed of going to college. There is a desire, but I am aware of myself, uripe man crew dewe wae pas-peas kok ndadak want to lecture goods. Well ndelalah bar I graduated high school kui tuh tuh sick Ri, severe pain until can not work. Continues because my musical skills are good enough, follow the band here and there, play here and there. It's good, I'm comfortable with my job for a long time. That was the first time I made a big decision in life, I wander around, playing gigs in many places and many regions, he said, until finally after a year I got pulled here and there I was stuck in Bali, because there was a lack of personnel, I was often an additional player. I spent about two years in Bali, until we met yesterday.”.

“Masya ALLAH you are very strong indeed Ra...” Riana wiped her tears. Throughout the story, his eyes have been creek, hearing Muara's honest confession of all that existed in his time.

“My fight is still heavier than that Ri. What else early 2020 is a pandemic yes, wih it's crazy... Every day I cry, frustrated, it feels like I want to die. The problem I bear is not myself, but there is a mother, father and two younger siblings, what else is the father in the treatment period Ri. L'm... I'm kayaking.”.

“Sssst... I feel you, Ra, I feel you..” Riana hugged the man who was back in awe, remembering his past.

“I’m so proud of you, Ra. You are a hard worker..” said Riana sincerely.

“May you do not love me because I am now Ri,” Muara said slowly, still in Riana's arms.

“Ra, I love you because whatever's in you, your worst, everything. Just as you can accept this dark and ugly me, I am also self-conscious, I am a nobody and nothing. People at first, I thought, after you saw all the scars on my hands you'd stay away, because... Yes for what the hell are the same people who mentally make mistakes?”

“No Ri, no. We each have our own exams. And each of us has a different kind of pain, a different kind of struggle. I can't want my life to be the same as yours, nor can you. Now, I'm here with you, not to make a fight of fate, but to complement each other. I love you, Riana Mentari.

“Love you too, Estuary Devan Mahendra..” next, they hug each other – hugging only, letting the silence that is replaced by the heart thump of each that feels tight in the embrace.

“Priiiiiittt, it is forbidden to over hug, if breaking, a fine of ten thousand!”

“Yongalah, when do teapots ki boys?” asked the surprised Riana while outlining their embrace.

“New to mbak... Wiiihh, here gess, there is a lot of food, let's spend!” exclaim Vishnu while attracting Hanum and Ganesh who are still busy with nicotine shoes.

“Well, we happen to be all lapers. Yuk, serbuuuu, owneeeeekkkk!” exclaim Ganesh enthusiastically.

“Wash hands first, paijo tenan og. Where did it end?” riana's nagging, just like the mothers who ngomelin their children who in the wild, play do not know the time.

“Read more jamming in cafe mbak, owneeeeek..” replied Ganesh.

“Westalah hadeeh, ojok owak-oweeeeek wae, gek ndang, don't take the plate first. Oh yes, Mas Alit ra melu po?”

“I joined mbak, crazy, so the driver is the same as the three of them, a full day..” lamented while taking a seat next to Muara.

“Lo temennya Riana?” tanya Muara – half probing.

“Iya, know long ago. But calm bro, I'm purely with him, anyways I come here all see my sister too, not expecting to be a flight,” replied Alit. The mouth of the mangosteen, understand. A boy, still jealous. You know Riana is the same as you. Uh, the yoke too, deng.

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