The Past or Future?

Fourteen

Kayra's Room

Prak!

Kayra pecked with the blanket in her hand, staring at her husband's cell phone lying on the floor. He took a hard sip of his saliva, he turned his head as the bathroom door opened.

"Why you?"

Kayra answered nothing, her gaze turning to her husband's phone. Galang followed Kayra's eyes, looking at her phone that was already lying helpless.

"Sorry" said Kayra softly.

Galang took his phone and tried to turn it on, the phone was still on just that the screen was cracked. "It's okay, it's still on" he said showing Kayra the screen that was on.

"You don't put the phone on the bed anymore" Kayra said slowly. He was still afraid that Galang would scold him. "Sorry," he continued.

"It's okay, I'm wrong anyway. Udah ah do not do that," said Galang who is owned by Kayra, Kayra continued his activities to justify the location of the blanket. Yes, the girl was indeed cleaning her mattress and did not see if Galang's phone was on the blanket.

"Udah, don't think too much, anything is okay," said Galang, who is owned by Kayra.

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"Ma, we want the honeymoon to go abroad."

Deira looked at her daughter-in-law, "When Lang?"

"Three more days, Ma."

Deira nodded in agreement, smiling at Kayra. "Kayra does not like to take a plane, you will take care of him, yes" he told Galang.

"Why not like it?"

Deira chuckles, "well, from childhood she doesn't like to get on a plane the most. Every vacation out of town, he's gonna be a moan."

"It was good on the plane, Kay. I didn't get in the car" said Galang, who was answered only by Kayra's head.

Deira who saw that just chuckled. "Tuh, if asked the answer is rich so doang, bells. Mama was confused," she said.

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Kayra received a call from her old friend, can you still be called a friend if you have betrayed her? Ah never mind, ignore it all and come back to the present. Work is not a forgiving meek girl, the girl is vindictive.

"There's no time."

"Gue just wanted to talk for a minute!"

Tut!

Kayra immediately turned off the phone, she was already very lazy if she had to deal with people from her past. He just wants to be happy with his family and the people he loves. He didn't ask for more, that's all.

Kayra sighed softly, she felt her life burden getting heavier. Indeed, he never wanted to think of empty things that he did not know at all, he was often silent with his empty mind. Pathetic right? The rich man's son is still not happy, what you see is not necessarily what you feel.

A sweet circular burly hand around his neck, someone was clutching tightly to himself. "Think what, hmm?"

Kayra shook her head slowly then smiled sweetly. "It's okay, how come you've come home?" kayra said making Galang laugh.

"The same as you."

Kayra patted Galang's hand gently, the girl turned around and took off her husband's suit and tie. "When to take a shower, what's the cold?" said Kayra.

"Just as you go" said Galang.

Kayra shook her head, "i've had a bath."

"Cold aja. Oh yes-I brought martabak for you at the dinner table," said Galang. "A meal yes" he continued and kissed his wife's forehead fondly.

"Yes" said Kayra.

Next, Kayra took Galang's home clothes and prepared them. After that, she came out of her room to eat the martabak from her husband.

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Kayra smiled and sat down on the chair, she picked up a piece of martabak and bit it. He enjoyed the martabak that Galang bought, the tumben once Galang bought him a martabak.

"This don't want to be eaten?"

Kayra gawked as she looked at the 2 boxes containing martabak. "This is all that you bought Galang mas, mbok?" tanya Kayra who of course is embraced by Mbok Inah.

"That's the one on Mama's board, Kay. The only one made it to each other," said Galang who had just arrived. Kayra told her husband to come closer and Galang sat down next to her.

"Enak. So this is Mama's pesenan?"

Galang.

"Mama's wife, usually also tell David's sister" Kayra said.

"Mommy's daughter is good, Kay. David's abroad again, taking care of his business. So Mama asked Galang for help, thanks Lang."

Kayra looked at Deira and chuckled, "yes I am a good mama doang. Mama's son is all bad," he said making Deira laugh.

Deira looked at Kayra's face eating martabak, "Kay, Mama met Gita. She asked to see you" said Deira, making Kayra look at her lazy mother.

"I don't want to see him, Ma."

Deira nodded in understanding and put orange juice in front of Kayra and Galang. "Yaudah if you meet me is also okay, Mama knows."

Kayra nodded.

"Yes to the tv room" said Deira, who was taken by Kayra and Galang, after Deira had disappeared from their sight. He looked at Kayra.

"Who is that girl?"

Kayra looked at Galang and held Galang's cheek. "My old friend" said Kayra. Galang held Kayra's hand, Galang smiled jailily making Kayra immediately release her hand.

"Oh, I want to eat again."

***

"Grandfather's granddaughter, how's she doing?"

Kayra smiled, "Well cake, grandpa how are you?" he said, which of course was answered well by Galang's grandfather, beside Kayra there was Galang who sat with him. Today I don't know if Grandpa visited the Kayra family home.

"You guys are okay, right?"

Kayra glanced at Galang at a glance and was about to answer, unfortunately Galang first interrupted him. "I don't like that weird mother's opinion, cake."

"Why is it a child?"

"Galang's marriage age has not even been even a month, but they have discussed Galang being told to marry again. Cake, is my happiness only regulated by family? In any case, no matter I am happy or sad? That?"

Grandpa cleared his throat. "It's not so, Lang. But to get married again, your Mother must be very dear to Renata. If Renata's happiness is because of you, of course your Mother will obey him. But the way was wrong" he said. She knew about this problem a few days ago, when she found her granddaughter moving into her in-laws' house.

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"Are you okay, Baby?"

Kayra glanced towards the person standing beside her, she smiled and nodded. The twilight-aged man smiled with a crease on his face, he sat in front of Kayra.

"Have I miscalculated you?"

Kayra shook her head slowly and shifted her gaze away from the grandfather, the scenery in this garden was more interesting than the talk her grandfather was talking about.

"Sorry you're not happy, Kay."

Kayra smiled gently. "Don't achieving happiness have to be a sacrifice? I know grandfather tried to give the best for Kay, so far Galang good as me. That's more than enough" he said.

"You are indeed the granddaughter of the grandfather who understands the situation the most, once again sorry, son. Because your grandfather has in-laws who are far from your expectations," said the grandfather who was only greeted with a smile by Kayra.