The pura AMNESIA

ALWAYS FUCK

I know well the person behind the wheel right now. The straight hair of the jarhead model, his sturdy back, the sharp gaze of his eyes and the wounds I left on his nose, were still the same as before. Although his physical form is different, but I know it's him.

Abyan Ghifari's. The man who metamorphoses from a geeky into a man full of charm. Even he looked handsome even if I only saw him from behind like this.

Silent. The atmosphere in the car this time was very quiet as if I was in a grave. The car runs at medium speed with a situation without a song or meaningful conversation.

Sometimes Abyan's eyes look at me through the middle spy and I have no choice but to pretend to be busy or take my eyes off. I was just worried, my heart would thump if our eyes were to meet unintentionally.

"Aren't you going to sit in front?" abyan asked to break the silence. The question made me look at the man.

We were like the passengers and the driver, I was sitting in the middle seat of the passenger, while he was behind the wheel.

"Eh, ahead of there?" show me surprised.

"Yes, you don't take me seriously, do you think I'm your driver?" he asked with a glance at the middle rearview mirror of the car that refracted my eyes that were staring at him.

"Hem, sir, it's better that I stay behind" I said in a normal tone. Even inside here, my heartbeat is already pounding irregularly.

Admittedly, I treated the man unfairly. He's the one who acts as the owner of the car, he's also the one I make the driver. I have to thank Abyan for saving me from the thugs.

Actually, I'm tired of being arrogant like this. However, in front of Abyan it seems that it must be.

He first pretended that amnesia didn't recognize me. So, what's wrong if I want to repay him? Despite being behind my resentful attitude all along, there was a sneaking sense of guilt about an apology that had yet to get an answer.

"Hem, which way is your house going?" ask when we get to the fork. The man seemed to deliberately stop for a while, the streets were empty.

I raised my head and turned to the right and left. Whether ignorant or intentional, I pointed the opposite path to my home.

"There sir!" show me pretend.

Abyan was stunned he directly pointed the opposite direction.

"Isn't it .. go there?" she asked again, looking at me. He folded three in wonder.

"Kok Mr. Abyan knows?" I purposely stared at those two beautifully lit neutrals.

The handsome man gasped for a moment, continuing to pacify the sign of misbehavior.

"Just feeling, because as far as I know there is no settlement," he replied briefly. He turned his car back and turned the steering wheel to the left.

"Oh, okay. Yes, right there sir, I'm sorry I forgot because it's as tense as possible," I replied with a smile.

There was a sigh of relief from him, not intending to discuss anymore, nor did I. Although honestly, of course, his attitude was very awkward, but I let him feel that it was a normal thing.

Secretly I feel happy it turns out he still remembers the way home to my house, maybe he felt I was easily deceived when indeed I deliberately did not urge him too much.

Actually I was just testing Abyan, does he still remember about my house or not? Because back in Junior High, he always acted like my shadow. He would follow me quietly down the sidewalk when I came home last night and I liked that.

If he had known, I regretted ever rejecting him. At first, I wanted to immediately continue my apology chat that he had thrown away, but I recounted, if indeed Abyan still needed time to forgive me, he said, I'm not going to force let's follow the game until he tells me his own pretense.

That said, the sign someone has moved on is when he can laugh at the times, while Abyan has not reached that point. And I appreciate it.

"Alya!" call Abyan. The man's voice again first broke the silence between us.

"Yes, Sir?" ask me while turning my eyes from outside the window to his cold figure.

Abyan was stunned for a moment, not directly answering. Then his right hand he piles in the right window, while the left one holds the steering wheel. Seemed thinking.

"Can we talk?" ask Abyan.

"Can."

"Hey, are you serious about Ben?" abyan asked with a heavy breath.

I was stunned to look at Abyan, I felt there was a lack of reliance in his question. What is this feeling?

"Why is that, sir?"

I don't think it's an ordinary question, so I don't want to answer right away.

For a few seconds he was silent, as if confused as to what to say. Unexpectedly, Abyan suddenly stopped his car at the edge of the complex, then released the seatbelt to tilt the body until we could see the net of each other.

Restless, longing and hoping. That's how I felt when we looked in silence. Realizing I was staring too long into those clear eyeballs, I lowered my head.

This unrelenting heart reminds me that Abyan already belongs to another and I am playing with the devil.

"Sir, say-"

"You Ben, he does need you, accept him" said Abyan hoarsely but enough to make my face lift again.

This is the first time I've seen the man's eyes fog. There's a glass in there and I don't like his face like this.

I like his face that sucks or scolds me. Actually, I want him to prevent me and tell me to reject his best friend.

Agh, this feeling is indeed difficult to understand.

But who am I again? I am not present in this world to win the happiness of others, right? Lili's shadow was just present in the eye patch, making my chest throbbing pain.

What's up with us? Why does this heart seem to ask for more? I squeezed my skirt hard and spoke confidently.

"You sure?"

"Surely, if his best friend believes Ben can be a priest for me, why can't I?"

Abyan's face turned red after my tendentious sentence was thrown out, and so did I. It seems that we both do not believe in talking about things that the heart does not want.

Quick. I turned my gaze towards the window hiding the agonizing thump.

"Come, let's go! If nothing is talked about anymore! I've been overnight and thank you for driving me," I replied stiffly.

Abyan nodded his head without a sound, then re-installed the seatbelt and drove forward the car.

After that short talk, we were completely covered in silence. Very quiet, until it feels tight.

What's wrong with me? Shouldn't I be grateful she asked me to accept Ben? Why am I sad?

I clenched my hand feeling restless, while I saw the man moving his jaw over and over again, holding nothing back.

(***)

My eyes were startled by the sighting of three people standing in front of the fence and two of their paddles as the car was 50 meters away. I'm sure the three women there did it because my phone was lowbath and they must have been worried.

Who're they? Who else if not

Kanjeng Ratu Fatimah Sodri and two of my sisters who were preparing to welcome me in front of the gate.

But that's not the problem now. The main problem was that he was afraid to see me being driven by Abyan who was dressed in a neat suit.

Athaghfirullah! I don't know what they will think of us, because online taxi drivers are unlikely to make Camry cars a public transportation.

"Sir, please don't come down!" I said immediately on guard when we would get within a few meters. I leaned my body forward anxiously.

"Why?" ask without seeing me.

"Just don't!" my threat.

"And I'm not good, no matter how they are your family," Abyan replied.

I'm flabbergasted, since when did this man behave so courteously? Suspicious.

"If Mr. Abyan comes down, I'd better get down here, okay?"

Whether Abyan understood or not, but he didn't answer.

As soon as we got in front of the house. I immediately opened the car door nervously because my mother's gaze was too probing. I rushed over to the three women standing in the way of the gate.

"Mom, it's not mas-" outside"

"Alya, I'm sorry it's the bag," someone broke up from behind.

"Eh?"

I turned around, as soon as my eyes were round in disbelief Abyan got out of the car. While the figure of the man in front of me casually handed over the bag left in the car.

"Sir Abyan, why come out?" I whispered in shock as I put on an anxious face and gave the code to enter immediately.

"And your bag is ket-"

I haven't had a chance to explain, the choir behind me immediately attacked.

"Oh, so this is what you said the guy Pipit wanted to introduce was Nduk? Oh come on in! We have been waiting for a long time!"

Well, right, they're friday! I've guessed.

Like excitement, without waiting for an explanation and without being able to prevent the hands of Mother and my two sisters were more deftly grasping both arms of Abyan with frenzy and inviting him like a King, he said, even they dared to get rid of me in order to make way for that man.

"Eh, what does this mean? I-i"

"Already! Don't say much, let's discuss the date of marriage as soon as Brother-in-law!" said Fira.

"Yes, I'm ready to bless you if we get married next week!"

"What?"

"Isn't that?"

Abyan and I screamed loudly simultaneously until the fried rice man and some neighbors who were buying fried rice in the house directly kepo.

"Who wants to marry Fatimah?"

"My son, this is the candidate" exclaimed Mother as she pulled Abyan who still had a face of shock.

Oh God! My exam is like this, right? Kasian Abyan's.

I told you not to come down! He's still down! Pshaw! Wear it.