This Is It?

Chapter 22: Reason

The path of the human mind is difficult to guess. Words can deceive. Expressions can contain falsehoods.

I don't know what Metha thinks. I got carried away upset over his sudden behavior calling just to give me a threat.

Does he really love me? Or he's just obsessed with having me. He wanted to show off to the people if he was able to conquer Bagas' heart.

Why can I think so? Because the attitude that Metha has shown lately is like a wave sweeping the sand of the beach. He just wanted to play around not seriously deepening feelings.

Huh! I hate threats. I don't like to do things with compulsion. This strange situation actually faded my sympathies to him. After all, from the beginning I was honest. I didn't try to give him hope let alone play with his feelings. Again, my target is not him.

I picked up Mutia and Andy in front of the campus. When I told him about Metha's reckless actions, they were panicked as I felt. However, I have an additional sense of annoyance. Upset at being taken hostage as well as a ransom.

“Gas, is Metha seriously suicidal? Where is he now?” mutia asked after he and Andy got into the car.

“Bene, Mut. He just had a video call to indicate his current position. Therefore, I make sure you ask for enlightenment,” I replied while adjusting driving speed.

“What's the reason he did that, Gas? Is it because you rejected him?” Andy made sure.

“From the beginning when he realised his feelings to me, I told him I couldn't accept him. Now all of a sudden he made me agree to be his girlfriend with a suicide threat like this,” I explained.

“Gue thinks he's just obsessed with you, Gas.” Andy commented as I thought.

I pause to take a breath for a moment. “Gue thinks so too, Dy. There's just something weird. He used to say he just wanted to express his feelings to me. He didn't ask for an answer. You know for yourself right, if I already like other people first.”

“Who, Gas?” Mutia answered the last sentence I said. He looks so curious.

Duh! My brain is loose in regulating words. In a matter of seconds I could have forgotten there was Mutia in the back seat. Shall I say if the person in my words is him?

“Awas, Gas!” shouted Andy. “Slow down, Gas! Or do you want to replace, let me just drive?”

I almost hit a meatball dealer who crossed over. It's screwed!

“Sorry…. Sorry…. I'm afraid Metha is plunging,” is me.

“If I thought he would wait for you to come, Gas.” Mutia raised her view. “The purpose of him is to confess it so you want to be his girlfriend. Surely he will not jump before getting certainty from you.”

I'm one voice with Mutia. Then, I asked for help from them to elaborate on this matter. My mind feels dead-end. All of a sudden all the plans I've been mapin' like a lump of tangled thread.

I explained to them that I didn't want to perform. I can't pretend love. However, I also don't want to be blamed if anything happens to Metha.

Saving the lives of others is a noble act. However, Metha must also learn to accept reality. He must be consistent with his words.

Or is it that no one has poisoned Metha's mind so that she has a superficial plan like this? Yes, I used to see her as a woman who was slippery when talking, cheerful, and tough. Why did he suddenly become so heartless like this? Isn't there something strange, even though the contents of the human heart no one knows and can change the time-period?

“I didn't expect Metha to be like this. As far as I can see, he's a strong figure.” Mutia's statement leads to the same thing I thought. “He did tell me a few times that he likes you, Gas. But he also said he just liked or admired it. Like idolizing an artist, he does not expect the same taste reply from you,” said Mutia.

Is it possible that Ardi is the mastermind behind Metha's emotional change? Could be. But what basis does he do that? Just to make Metha a puppet to drive my way closer to Mutia? Is there a reason beyond my prediction?

Ah, I cannot name or accuse while I have no evidence. It could be that when I became Bagas, and subconsciously paid a small attention to Metha, it formed quartz in her heart.

Is correct. If I recall, Bagas who was not previously close to Mutia and Metha. He was always with his officers. In fact, she only spread a smile when it gained the attention of the female fans. There was no more familiarity that he showed. His life is peaceful without being gnawed at the word “posesif”.

Hem! Means I've been missteps? No. gabe. I'm not wrong. I can't blame myself. It could potentially ruin the fun of my life right now.

There was only one thing that stuck in my mind. Didn't that Face Two like Mutia? If so, why didn't he utilize this perfect body of his? Why did he just acknowledge his interest in Mutia while inside my body?

“Gas, anyway you will take Metha to the car first. You agree to all her requests,” Andy said disbanding my reflection.

“But, Dy. I told you that I don't want Metha..”.

“Gas, horrify me first!” cut Andy. “Gue same Mutia will wait in the car. You go back to Metha. Well, if we're all in the car, we invite him to chat somewhere quiet.”

I don't understand what Andy's plan is. Meanwhile, I just follow his directions. There's no time to argue. Google Maps has announced the distance to where Metha is located 100 meters away.

Metha is within my eyes. I parked the car in a place that was a bit difficult for him to open. She mustn't know that I took Mutia and Andy.

“Met, let's go home!” take me in a loud voice.

“Met, I said that on the phone.”

Metha. “I want to hear that approval directly. I want to see the look in your eyes so that I know you are serious or not with your words.”

Metha climbed onto the bridge fence to increase her intimidation. The non-verbal bluff he was doing was completely beyond reason.

“OK. Yes,” said I do not want to linger chatting with chaos.

“Iya, what?”

I don't want to say “agree.”

“Now you go down first. Don't mess with danger, Met! What if you just slipped and fell really?”

“Nothing. All right, I'm dead,” bluff.

Huh! I can't take it anymore. “Ya stop! If that is your choice. If you die, at most I will only be asked by the police about the cause of your death. The next day, I will live my life as usual. Friends who know you may be the same. They will cry until you are buried. Also, your parents and family may be sad every day, but they will definitely move on without you.”

“What do you mean talk like that?” Metha lowered her leg.

“I just reminded you. When you die, people who know you for only a day or two cry. The next day, they'll get used to it without you. They laugh, have fun back. They may remember you always, but you can't expect them to remember you at all times.”

Suddenly Mutia came. Without opening, he directly slapped Metha.

I'm flabbergasted. I was very surprised by Mutia's actions. The scorching light of the sun above the head adds to the dizziness

“Why are you here? Why do you also slap me like this?” Metha's face was flaming red.

Then, I immediately protected Mutia from Metha who tried to bribe her. It was obvious that he wanted to repay Mutia.

Andy also ran. Quickly, he restrained Metha.

“You see, Gas! The person you like turns out to be a hypocrite. The look is alim, but the behavior is like a thug. That kind of woman you like? Masked woman falsehood, double-faced.”

I glanced at Mutia. Metha's words made me very worried about causing Mutia's change in attitude after this.

“Yes, I'm a hypocrite. I pretended to be alim. But just so you know Met, I slapped you for wanting to resuscitate you,” Mutia said.

“Resuscate? I'm not fainting.”

Andy and I were both wary of detaining these two women. They seem to want to fight for power.

“Your body is not fainting, but your brain is fainting. You like people like this. You threatened him with suicide. Make what? Do you please yourself or just satisfy your ambitions? What do you want to show me is love or lust? For example, now you jump, then die instantly. The person you love will continue to live. While you? You will first account for your life in the world with the angels.” Mutia was so emotional.

Metha teary. The essence of my speech and Mutia is the same. We want Metha to be aware that her feelings have crossed the line barrier.

“I'm sorry for using my hand to open your mind. I care so much about you, I can't keep quiet. You know me, right? I don't talk to anyone much. I am sometimes apathetic. That's because what? Because I don't care so much about their lives. But like you, I can't be like that. We know from OSEK. Although not even a semester we are friends with each other, but I feel we have a lot in common and very close.”

Mutia and Metha were crying. Then I took them to the car. I'm afraid there are nosy riders – take pictures, then viral them to social media.

This incident hopefully can re-establish Mutia and Metha's friendship. I'm getting to know the other side of Mutia.

There are people who when caring for others will devote all their attention with words and touch. There are also those that store language, and convert it into behavior. Everyone has their own way. Thank goodness for having a friend like Mutia.

I stepped on the gas and turned the steering wheel towards Ancol. Seeing the open sea accompanied by the breeze of the beach may be able to relax our minds.

***

Day by day passed. Metha returned to her hometown for a while. I hope he gets wiser after coming back from home.

Related to my feelings for Mutia. I haven't confirmed it. I still give her a little time to digest Metha's statement back then – about the person I actually like.

There was indeed a bit of awkwardness between us after the tragedy on the bridge. We met, but sometimes it was like a word was stuck. We talked, but not before.