The Other Me
That coincidence?
Eat first." take Lynden when they get to the parking lot. The three of them remained because the others had gone home first.
" Bi, do we eat first or what?" ask Tristan to Ar.
" Aunty's been following me..."
And they're headed for a pretty fancy restaurant. Restaurants feel noisy because they still use uniforms because this restaurant is better known as a business meeting place while there are high school children who rarely come here.
Ar does use a headpone, but he still feels the gaze from all over the restaurant. He moved his arms to Tristan's big arm.
Tristan who realizes it instantly covers Ar's head with a hoddie hat that sedan hanging freely on his back.
Lynden booked a private room, he did not like the noise and he saw Ian who looked uncomfortable.
They ordered food, and ate. Talk between the mouthfuls of their food into the stomach by Tristan and Lynden while Ar focus on eating though can not taste.
Before long they both finished eating, leaving Ar whose food was not even a quarter.
" Bi, don't eat?" ask Tristan.
" It has eaten, but the power cannot run out." replied Ar.
" Itan's a bribe?"
" Don't, Itan help me eat..." And Tristan ate all the Ar's food.
They came home after Lynden paid for their food. At first Ar refused and wanted to pay it himself but Lynden insisted that he who invited them here meant he who practiced them so he paid.
***
" You live here?" tristan asked as he opened the door for his beloved aunt. He pointed to a minimalist 2-story house that looks good.
" Yes, I don't have a house here anyways I'm here for a while." replied Lynden lightly, he did move in the 3rd grade Junior High School from Canada, Canada, he said for this branch of business in Indo, and for almost 2 years he lived in this luxurious apartmentwn.
" Anyone?" ask Tristan again. They were already at the door, waiting for Lynden to press the door password to open.
" No, 1 person inside." said Ar.
" No, gu, I mean, I live alone." said Lynden pushed open the door.
They entered, Lynden hurriedly checked his room, next to his, but there was no one...
" Boy, are you okay? Not crazy right?" the voice of an established peria who looked middle-aged yet firm and authoritative was sitting in the living room with a laptop and coffee in front of her.
" Grandpa, what are you doing here?" lynden asked, Why did his cunning old grandfather who told him to come here jau-jau could be in front of him now. (Grandfather, what are you doing here?).
" Seeing my youngest grandson, have you buriend all the files, or are you just having fun being free from your father..." Said the grandfather while sipping his coffee. (See my youngest grandson, whether he's buried in documents, or having fun being free from your father.).
" Dark..."
" Who is he, boy?" asked the grandfather when he saw Tristan who had been standing since he had not been invited to sit.
" Tristan and Ian, my friend. hey, sit down, you're not debt collectors..."
" They, your crazy boy, your only 1 friend...oh wait, hwo are you?" Said the grandfather surprised when he saw Ar who had been hiding behind Tristan taking a seat.
" I'm Ian..." Answer Ar.
Grandpa returned to his laptop, he did not respond to Ar's remarks. Tristan felt very familiar with the face of the grandfather. He looked at Ar and patted the jidat.
Grandpa walked away when his handpone rang. He returned shortly afterwards with Lynden returning from his room. Tristan looked at the three in turn. Very similar, by any chance or? He wanted to ask but didn't know who, there's no way he'd tell his papa, right?
In the car, Ar was silent, he was not naive, he knew what his nephew was thinking. And he has to find out the truth. All he believed in and told this was Herman. He had to ask his sister-in-law to find out.
" Bi, how are we going to the beach? Want to take a walk, right? Can ya?" tristan said with a clear face.
" It could be but permission first, we go home to change clothes first, not good wildness while wearing uniforms." said Ar.
Tristan immediately pumped the gas into Harna's house.
Go home, do not want to linger Tristan directly ask permission to travel with Ar. At first Harna disagreed because he wanted them to take a break from the trip yesterday but with a shrewd Tristan racked his brain and said he wanted a way to unwind.
Harna could not resist if her nephew spoke like that.
After getting permission, Tristan immediately went to his room to prepare quickly so as not to miss the sunset. Yep, Tristan likes beauty, he will not miss the slightest beauty. He is willing not to snack to buy a handpone with the best camera quality.
His ambition is to become a business like one of his Om, but he can not leave his hobby that makes him rise from the pressure of his father who wants him to become a doctor. Especially the firstborn.
The tired release is a portrait he took of this. Instead of not being able to, he did not dare to ask his father.
Ar was waiting for him Tristan in the middle room. He was wearing a plain white shirt, white toad pants and white shoes. Not to forget the white bag on his back with a navi sweater that he held.
" Aunty ready?" tanya Tristan came down the stairs.
" It's..."
" Aren't the rambunya tied first?"
" No, it's cold later..."
Yes, come on..."
They say goodbye to Harna.
***
" Wih, since when did aunty have a camera, try Itan clay.." chirped Tristan as Ar pulled the camera out of his bag.
" Since yesterday, brother Rian who gave, he said picked up." replied Ar. Indeed, when stopping at Rian's house yesterday, Ar was given a camera that he said was picked up. Actually Rian was given the gift of cooperation with an entertainment company, they were confused to want to give a gift as a souvenir of cooperation, and Rian asked for a camera for his sister. So thats...
" Bi, borrow.." ask Tristan and Ar to give.
" Wih, Olympus OMD EM1 II, bi, this is the best camera of the year, aunty is standing here..." Ask Tristan, Ar according.
Checkered
" Nih aunty look at the camera on my phone." show Tristan.
" Why is it?" asked Ar confused.
" Now aunty wears an aunt's sweater, her hair's bun trousers." - Pinta Tristan Ar.
Chequelek
" Such, if the dizoom is also not blurry, uh envious of aunt, but it's okay, borrow it bi.." said Tristan, he seemed to speak for himself. Ar did not respond because he was only invited to take a walk.
