The Perfect Happiness

S2 - Eps 85

Tika POVs.

"Hi, go in dong!" greet Lisa as soon as I see her standing in her doorway.

My breath was still wheezing, my heart was beating fast, I forgot about my womb just to run here, confirm the whereabouts of the man. I slowly stepped my foot and peeked behind the door, empty. There's no one.

I walked back to Lisa, asking where the man she was with had gone. Lisa smiled and told me to sit on her bed, on her toes.

"Tanya Haikal dong, when can the cave go home??" Lisa's face said that.

I began to suspect this behavior, then again asked the same question one more time. "Where was that guy? Who's she?"

Lisa was seen swallowing her saliva with great difficulty. He just kept looking at me with his face glazed over earlier. "Let's hope there's nothing else you cover up from the cave. You know exactly how, the cave can only give a second chance. There is no such thing as other opportunities. And many times the cave says, you already think of as a brother. The cave will not interfere with your privacy, but if it's about the name of the cave, it means the cave must be involved."

Once again I tried to affirm my principles to Lisa. And he knows very well my principles. We have been friends for ten years, together, telling stories and hating each other, but all that is gone, because we try to love each other.

"That was Dana," he said.

"Trus he wants to do something again? Not enough, why did you make you like this?" My emotions are getting worse. That guy is crazy.

Lisa quickly hugged me and then cried and went back to do what she did wrong. His voice was getting more and more hoarse due to his crying this time, I just let. I'm an emotion, but Lisa needs more than just an outpouring of selfishness.

***

The sky outside the window was already looking more dim, it was a sign that the day would get darker. And day will turn into night. Another day I have been through with various life stories and all the polemics. Maybe some people out there are getting ready to go home and get back to the warmth of their family, but not Lisa.

He was lying down, asleep after weary crying for a few hours. I looked at her face that still looked scared. I let out my breath. I am so sorry for everything that has happened to him. When will his life be happy?

Suddenly the door of his room opened again, I who was sitting on the sofa behind the door was shocked. Fortunately, the man who came was Alex. Not the crazy guy who's been troubling my life and Lisa's.

A smile emanated from both corners of Alex's lips and he slowly followed me who was sitting on the sofa. Next to her hand was a bag of crackles that she placed on the table in front of me, and she sat beside me. We both looked at Lisa who was still asleep.

"Have you been here long?" alex broke the silence.

"Having gone home from cave work straight here. Fear Lisa's lonely." I returned a smile to Alex when I looked at him.

"Where's Trus Jefri?"

"He's back in the office, out of the cave drop here."

Alex nodded. "Lisa slept long?"

"Lumayan," I answered briefly.

At a time like this I feel awkward being in a room with Alex alone. No, not two, I mean three with Lisa, but Lisa's asleep. Oh my god what is this thought!!

I immediately grabbed my bag and grabbed the phone inside, trying to play some social media might get my brain back to what it used to be. I just feel uncomfortable, because Alex used to express his feelings to me. It used to be ... once when we just graduated school.

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Clara POVs.

Currently, Haikal and I were in the car on the way out of the housing complex, after saying goodbye to his mother when my duty in washing dishes was completed. Haikal's mother had left me a good message that was, "Kalo Haikal do weird again with you, just call aunty?"

I chuckled as soon as I heard the message that came out free from the mouth of a mother and told it in front of the child. Making Haikal's face flushed red also makes it a misbehavior.

From the response I could see, it seemed like Haikal was a man close to his mother. He seemed to have a lot of respect for his mother even seemed afraid. If you think back to the look of his face earlier, it is enough to make both corners of the lips on my face become interested, curved perfectly.

"Why the hell? From that day on, fuck." Haikal occasionally glanced at me then his gaze refocused on the steering wheel of his car.

I gasped as he rebuked me, seeing me smile for no reason. But like there was something strange about the sentence just now. "Oh my son, the pervert of your keules!!" my tangkas.

Haikal was just a whimper when I started making fun of him. For a moment the atmosphere became quiet again. Eventually Haikal asked a few more questions.

"Where's your mother?"

"good. Why did you check on Mom instead of you, eh you?" Start stumbling.

Haikal chuckled amusedly once again. Then he explained that the real deal with the mother's treatment is not Haikal anymore, because he is just a general practitioner who only has two specialist knowledge. And for his mother's illness, Haikal hasn't learned about it.

Listening to that short story, made me have to accept the reality of life like swallowing a bitter pill. Because I also experience the same condition as mother, a condition that may not be as severe as mother. It's just that I haven't dared to state the lab results to my father and mother the last time I was out of the hospital.

"Trus kok diem?" reprimand Haikal again while discharging my thoughts earlier.

I refuted it quickly, then returned again in a silent atmosphere. My mind drifted, my distant vision thrown off watching some other bikers who were stopping with us at the boundary of this traffic light. Then suddenly my phone rang.

🎶

Monday

Took her for a drink on Tuesday

We were making love by Wednesday

We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday

Took her for a drink on Tuesday

We were making love by Wednesday

We chilled on Sunday

🎶

I immediately grabbed my phone inside the bag that had been in my lap since. I saw whose name was on my phone screen, it was my father.

"Hallo, Dad? Yes ... I want to go back there. Later, Dad. I can go there myself. Yes ... tomorrow morning? Hm ...." I immediately turned off the phone and put my phone back in my bag.

"Dad?"

I nodded to answer him while looking at Haikal who occasionally glanced at me. Then Haikal suddenly turned the steering wheel of his car, entering the parking lot of a restaurant. And shut down the engine of his car. Get me out of the car.

I was confused as to why Haikal took me to the diner. 'Is his stomach not filled enough with the dish I cooked for him?' my inner.

Until I finally found out, it turned out that he only wrapped two servings of meat soto, complete with white rice wrapped separately. But what surprised me even more when he said that what he ordered was the food that my parents wanted, especially mother.

I'm more and more fascinated by his attention. I thought he would only watch over me, but in fact until both parents were on his list. If it had been this way, I'd be more sure, whoever the woman he treated like this, they would definitely feel 'delicious' made.

'But ... wait a minute.

Time is it just me who noticed it like this? Is it possible that every woman who approaches him is also treated like this?' my mind is speculating more.

***

Arriving at the hospital, Haikal walked beside me, along with entering the lobby, being in an elevator to walk down the hallway to the mother's room. With a crochet bag in his right hand, while his left hand now tucked into the black cloth pants pocket.

Ever since I entered the hospital building, I noticed it. Even if he walks beside me, sometimes our steps are not the same and not in rhythm. So I can do two things at once. First pay attention to him who is cool, even impressed cuek. Then the second I could see there were several pairs of eyes that glanced, turned and even looked at me who was walking with him.

I started to get confused with that view.

Haikal's hand grabbed the door knob and pushed it, he let me in first and he followed me behind. I found my parents' faces so bright, looking at me, especially with Haikal behind me. And I don't know why Haikal poked my arm, and then gave the bag of crackles containing the meat soto to my hand.

I immediately understood his point. 'Maybe he's embarrassed to have to give it directly to my father or mother, ' my inner self.

"Now, Dad! Soto meat, earlier Haikal said the father's keinget with mother, so wrapped." I gave the bag to my father and my mother immediately thanked Haikal.

"Yes, same, Om, Aunt. He said he ate that lunch. My mom loves it too, used to eat there a lot. Maybe next time if the aunt is healthy, we can eat directly there," Haikal said aloud.

Spontaneously I turned towards her hearing those words, a little amazed by the words she uttered. Loudly without hesitation. I gawked at it, my mouth opening to form a perfectly round 'O' letter, for a few seconds before I finally returned to this worldly awareness.

"You're sure both of my parents are up-to-date?" I watched him, the two eyeballs that had been staring back at me, now became a shift in the direction of his eyes visible while thinking.

Then with a little less confidence, Haikal said, "Yaa .. 'the same son has been updated. Can dong occasionally ngajak his parents?"

Haikal smilingly looked at my parents in turn, as if waiting for their answer to his question earlier.

Father and mother who had been watching the two of us, suddenly laughed out loud.

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