This Is It?

Chapter 32: Falsity

I was thinking about my fate yesterday. The faces of Father and Mother loomed strongly in my mind. Can I hold them like I used to? Feel a touch of love in their simplicity, but feel luxurious when entering caressing a tired body of the cruel world.

Instantly my desires and dreams were stirred. Why would I pursue a confession about existence? Why compete for the sake of grasping mortal despair?

Before becoming Bagas, I had a gray day. Now, I felt a thick black aura enveloping my head. All life plans seem to be just how to get rid of people who disturb my inner peace.

Should I end this adventure for the reason of missing my parents?

Akkkhhhh!!!

No. gabe. I can't lose to the Kunyuk. He purposely intimidated me with Dad's face to wrap my longs - making me in a dilemma. After that, she wished I begged her to exchange bodies again.

I invited this miracle, so I can't be a loser. If a pebble like this can't be stopped, how can I win?!

After all, I have a mother who loves me so much. My mother always defended me. I also have a wonderful Papa - a businessman whose wealth will never run out of seven derivatives.

I looked at all the treasures in my room. The dream that was once impossible has now come true. Therefore, God's temptations and tests must be tucked away to strengthen my faith in playing this body.

My hand grabbed the calendar on the table. Two more weeks of semester break. I can use that long free time to go home. Yeah, back home under the guise of a vacation. At least, the charade that Kunyuk told Dad yesterday I can use.

Huh! He wants to frame me. Without him realizing it could actually be an opportunity for me to treat homesickness. Ardi and Bagas are close friends, he said. If I was at the door, the Kunyuk would not have the power to throw me out.

My intelligence is incredible. I can turn the foam into a warm tapestry. I can't wait to turn the clock.

Calm, patient, and relaxed. That's the key in dealing with a crisis that challenges decisions. I can't put provocation into hallucinations. Illusions must be fought without emotion.

Relieved and happy to sing, decorate my palace. Every now and then I whistle to celebrate my dilution in solving problems.

Then, I took the phone for a selfie. There is no harm in capturing a bright painting on the face.

But when you want to press the camera shutter button, a WhatsApp message appears at the top of the screen.

[Gas, can we meet tonight?] The message sent by Mutia.

I swivel my phone with my thumb and index finger. Allegedly also tried to be aired about what Mutia would say.

Nay! I don't have to answer by asking. I'd better read it, then I'll just ignore it.

I remembered the sentence Dita, “Disappear for a moment so that she felt miss”. If indeed the thing Mutia wanted to talk to me about was very important, she should have made an opening on the topic to be discussed.

In fact, I was a little traumatized by the incident “shooting” which led to rejection. I thought he wanted to reveal the same thing to me. Apparently, he just cornered me by defending the Kunyuk.

Mutia, don't think I'm easily tempted by the gusts of wind sent in a line of calls to meet. In fact, I'm happy to see her name appear on the phone screen.

Duh, Bagas! Focus up! Time to raise self-esteem sky-high. No more discounts, washing the warehouse, or even flash sale to get the first love.

A few minutes later, Dita called me. He invited me to meet at a cafe tonight.

Two women greeted me face to face at the same time. All right, I'll choose Dita.

Mutia could have given a fake freshness, while Dita was more prospective to increase my pleasure levels. Make the game more exciting – a tough fight in holding the onslaught of love. After I knew the plan, I ignited the spirit to serve.

I was confused to find an excuse to be allowed out by Papa.Lantas, I tried to tell Mama. I use dating as a permit booster. Mom persuaded Papa that I would be allowed to leave. Mama's persuasion paid off, though I had to go home before 22:00.

Being allowed to move outside the house for 3 hours was more than enough for me. After all, there was no intention to linger with Dita. To be honest, if I follow a grudge, I'm sick of meeting that weird woman.

The appearance was well-groomed, the body was fragrant, and the face was polished a slight smile to refine my purpose. The cafe that Dita chose to be the meeting place was not too far from my residence. Thankfully, I don't have to fight the mood with traffic jams.

When the foot retraced the cafe, my eyes immediately looked at Dita's position. I saw that he didn't come alone. I hurried to see the friend he was bringing, because it was as if I knew it.

“Hai, Gas!” greet Dita.

I still can't believe there's a Metha in this meeting. However, my expression must not seem tense let alone unhappy at the presence of Metha.

“Hai, Dit, Met,” I'm back while gluing both lips together. Then I sat down beside Dita, facing Metha.

“Gas, you must be wondering why there is Metha here?” ask Dita.

I answered Dita's question by shaking my head a little.

I identified every word that came out of Dita's mouth. At the beginning of the presentation, he said his arrival with Metha might look odd in my eyes. It was already a clue that something was wrong. That is, it could be that Dita and Metha deliberately designed this meeting to launch an attack on me.

Then, about them talk heart to heart. Does that mean the Metha incident about to jump off the bridge was part of their conspiracy? Could be.

Here, I will act plain and believe it.

“Oh. Thank goodness you can finally be friends. It's better to add friends than enemies, right?!” I said wise-ass.

Metha looks awkward. I put on a sweet look to tempt her voice. I know he's covering something up.

“Gas, what do you want to eat? Anyway, this mallem I treat you as much.”

“I'm drinking, Dit. Coincidentally I've eaten heavily at home.”

After recording food to the waitress, permission to go to the toilet. Me and Metha steal each other's eyes. This scene seemed to have been designed in such a way by them.

“Met, I noticed you are now turning into a pendiem. Sorry, does it have anything to do with me?” I opened the conversation by giving Metha a flashback.

“Emmm... emmm... I'm sorry yes, Gas. I shouldn't have forced my feelings on you at that time. I was carried away by emotions. But, there is one thing that I tell you,” explained Metha.

I nodded as a sign so that Metha would continue.

“I already know about Mutia who rejected your love statement.”

“Lantas?” I interrupted slightly to cultivate a deeper innocent impression.

“Mutia has long loved you, Gas. He doesn't really reject you. He's just testing your fight. Like I said, you guys are good. Dita and I are aware that the feelings we have for you should not shackle your steps in choosing the woman you love.”

A moment! Why did Metha speak as if she was on Mutia's side back? Meanwhile, yesterday he and Dita devised a strategy for “kill me”.

The confusion immediately hit my mind. After successfully passing through the ravine, I was faced again with a new abyss. This time, it seems to take extra cleverness to unravel the danger and build a bridge. I'm sure Metha isn't really trying to unite me with her (former) sidekick.

“But unfortunately, I heard that Mutia and Ardi were having an approach. Their parents already know each other. And he said, there's kind of a match between them. Em... That's just a glimpse of news I heard from Mutia anyway." Metha straightened her hair for a moment. Then, he continued his paragraph, "I'm in your meeting and Dita tonight to sincerely apologize to you for my stupidity. Also, to encourage you to...."

I interrupted Metha's words again. “For me to fight for my love for Mutia?” I breathed for a moment. “Thank you very much Met for the support you tried to give me. Also for your apology, I accept it with great care. It's just, I've decided to open my heart to people who have sincerely loved me.”

“Who is it, Gas? Can I just know? Do I know him?”

Metha's aggressiveness in asking made my lungs laugh.

“He's your friend too, Met,” my light while glancing at the empty chair left temporarily by Dita.

Haha! Lies are told lies. So it's breakeven, right?!

My tongue was really itchy when Metha said my parents and Mutia's parents knew each other. We do live in the same level II administrative region, but our parents do not know each other – we have confirmed to their parents.

Returned from the toilet. Metha switches again on silent mode.

Sorry, I'm actually two people. Haha! Between funny and sad to hear Metha trying to confront my thoughts.

Our conversation continued to discuss the lecture. I follow their rhythm. Laughter and jokes are full of falsehood.

After “shuting” with Dita and Metha, I walked towards my car with joy. Their plans have not been able to be revealed, but my plan certainly began to stick. After this, Metha must have told Dita about the transfer of my love.

When I pulled the car keys, I found Andy out of the cafe all by himself. Is his presence in this cafe a coincidence or related to Dita and Metha?

I'll get off the car immediately. Walk fast, and quickly pull Andy's arm. He was surprised when our eyes met.

“Ga…. Gas,” he calls tense.

“Ngapain you are here?” tanyaku.

“Gue... I. I happen to come here to eat. I'm not following you,”, obviously.

I dragged Andy to my car. I need a detailed explanation of why he followed me and how he knew I was here.