This Is It?

Chapter 42: The Sapa

One of the most annoying things for me is holding on to patience. Getting used to grasping these feelings does not mean having the ability to manage emotions well. All this time, I was just fighting to avoid conflict.

The existence of the Kunyuk alone has made me have to close my eyes. Plus there were Mutia, Dita, and Metha, as well as their sitting positions that were as if they had been arranged without my consent, further burning my patience.

Ardi and Mutia in the back seat. Andy and Metha in the middle. Being up ahead disturbs my concentration. I'm like a driver accompanied by flirtatious passengers. Next time, I won't miss a single letter from the Kunyuk.

I feel cheated by the Kunyuk. My patience is now as thin as a piece of tissue divided in two. Until the sound of mutia's faint laughter targeting my ears felt like a needle piercing the flesh. Want me not to care, but annoyed hangs on the chest

I led the car to Rest Area KM 43 Toll Jakarta-Merak. I need to get the heat out in the car for a while.

Air kuhela to facilitate blood flow. Anger that clogs the brain must be immediately melted down.

“Gas, thank you for giving me a ride,” Mutia said.

Dita quickly blocked Mutia's position facing straight at me. “Iya, equally. It just so happens. But if you want to get off here and continue with public transportation, you can,” the response is cynical. He uttered a sentence that made me sound very inappropriate.

Although I know my relationship status with Dita is a mere pretend, but I think more and more to hurt her more deeply. If I really became his partner, my life would be filled with struggles with anger. His words that often demean others have not changed in the least.

“Truely so, Gas?” Mutia.

“Before the night. We better fill the stomach first, because the journey is still half,”. Hopefully Mutia understands what I mean. I can't be impressed defending Mutia. However, in the depths of my heart, I was very unwilling to defend Dita.

Oh, theatrics! When can I end it?!

After eating, I walked to see the sky. I'm standing next to the Starb*cks coffee shop.

Last year's memories rippled through the head. Mom and Dad once asked about the taste of coffee which one cup is equivalent to our daily kitchen money.

Develop smile. It's a good opportunity to wash away their curiosity. Some coffee cups, pastries, and cakes can be special souvenirs for Mom and Dad.

My patience stock was replenished by accident. At least, it is enough to continue the journey until the destination.

I asked Andy to take my place to drive. That's the only way Dita doesn't keep spoiling with me. I'm sick of hearing the call unfortunately alay.

Yes, indeed I can take advantage of the affection that Dita pours out to make Mutia jealous. However, I must have lost because the Kunyuk could strike me back. Right now, I want to separate their seats.

“Babe, you must be tired huh drive directly from earlier? What if you sit in the middle with me. I will go on a massage ya.” I held my hand to open the car door. “Let Ardi go forward, keep Metha moving back with Mutia,” her advice.

“I.. Yes, I want. Just try if I can drive, let me drive from Jakarta to my house. Sorry gas has been troublesome,” said the Kunyuk chimed in on advice from Dita.

I keep opening the front door. I'd rather sleep and assume they don't exist.

“I can't sit other than in front,” I explained.

It's the first time I've experienced the weight of a trip to meet Mom and Dad. In fact, every minute feels quite torturous to the mind.

Nevermind! Hopefully sleep can relax every problem that makes my nerves tight.

The sky was in perfect darkness when I woke up from feeling the speed of the car faltering a little. I see the atmosphere around. I'm very familiar with this place, Begog Market. That means it's only a few minutes left that I can meet with Mom and Dad.

Then, I looked back to review Mutia's whereabouts. Turns out he's down.

“Mutia not delivered to her house, Dy?” I asked Andy.

“Ngak, Gas. He asked to get off in front of the Kragilan minimarket. He was picked up by his father there,” explained Andy.

“Oh.” I feel relieved. “At the crossroad there take right yes, Dy - the second crossroad. From there straight on, still a bit far, about 800 meters,” said I gave Andy the direction of the road.

Andy gawked at me. Then, I realized that my instructions were making his face painting to be astonished.

“Kok you can know the house Ardi, Gas? Have you ever played at her house before?” Dita asked in a suspicious tone.

Is correct. I should just focus on recovering my consciousness after falling asleep.

“I... yes, true. I'm amazed by you, Gas. Once read the map directly memorized like a person who is not familiar with this place,” said the Kunyuk dig my negligence. His praise is full of emotion.

He was a complete bastard, unable to be loyal and willing to give me the Fate-Changing Pearl.

Andy also seemed to want to ask questions. His eyes occasionally to the left. His face seemed uncertain of the alibi I was thrusting.

I opened my phone. I told Mama by phone that I had arrived at my destination.

Fortunately, I had excellent reflexes and thought responses. Otherwise, my utterances could elicit a skeptical reaction from Andy.

I thought I was sharing a secret with Andy. But my biggest fear was that he was moving away from me. In fact, I feel that acknowledgment to others would be the greatest obstacle in this mystery of body exchange.

Evidently, the Kunyuk often aroused suspicion when there were many pairs of eyes gathered around us.

My intelligence may be like a gust of wind that is not visible in the eyes of friends. However, sorry, I am used to analyzing one's attitude and behavior.

Huh!

The car stopped in front of a simple house whose half wall was made of woven bamboo. My longing melted when I saw Father and Mother standing at the door welcoming us. Neighbors around also came out of the house to peek at the situation.

“Ardi!” exclaims Father and Mother.

I almost went forward to grab their hands.

“Well, Mom, these are Ardi.”'s college friends Si Kunyuk started introducing us one by one. “This Bagas, he's a friend who Ardi told has helped really Ardi motor. He's Ardi's friend from High School. Then, this is Andy, Metha, and Dita.”

Mom rubbed my arm. “Nak Bagas bener friend Ardi? The rich man's son - who helped Ardi a lot? Mom mah did not expect my son could have a friend like Nak Bagas. How good would it be to visit our shabby hut. Plus, this Bagas Nak is a handsome artist who is on TV,” said Mother with teary eyes.

I understand Mom's feelings. He certainly did not believe his son had the honor of being visited by bourgeois friends.

“Come, login, Son!” take Dad. “Eat first, rest first. I am tired of coming from Jakarta. Ardi aja every return home, fitting arrived at home directly to sleep. But sorry Adek-Adek everything, the condition of our house like this. Please be understood, and hopefully feel at home here.”

Sometimes the comfort of the house is not about the shape of the building and its contents, but rather the warmth of its inhabitants.

“We actually thank you very much Father and Mother allow us to vacation here,” I said while offering souvenirs Starb*cks to Dad.

“What is this, Son?” Dad opened the contents in the paper basket. His face looked a little surprised. “This is the coffee of an expensive rich man. We did indeed miss the kepen ngerasain coffee-coffee rich people who sold for tens of thousands of this. Thank you very much, son!”

I smiled proudly. The happy expressions of Father and Mother rolling touched the recesses of my heart. My eyes were also washed away in the day. However, as much as possible I controlled this scene so as not to involve other actors to enter the conversation.

The conditions inside the house looked so neat and clean as if to welcome the Feast Day. Beautiful mat – that looks like new – coats a worn red tile floor. On it were various dishes that made my saliva shoot up.

“Babe, what around here is no hotel? I'm not sure I can sleep here. Where many more mosquitoes,” whispered Dita.

I ignored his complaints. Anyway, I didn't take her. So, I hope he can be quiet like Metha who along the way is very irritating sound.

I leaned my head against the wall for a moment. Plain childhood memories - not yet familiar with the burdens of life - floated before the eyes.

In fact, I can live a life of simplicity, but not injustice. Injustice is the viewpoint of those who deify appearance and wealth.

“Come, Nak Bagas, and Adek-Adek all eat first. Sorry yes so,” said Mother while arranging the dishes.

Sate Bandeng's burnt aroma also greeted my friendly smell. The actual stomach is still quite full suddenly hungry.

Spontaneous I stared at the appetizing friend. “Sate Bandeng made by Mother is the best,” I said nostalgically.

All eyes shot at me. Then, I hurriedly reached out to one spoon of Sate Bandeng, and put it in my mouth.

You idiot! I should have tasted it first, and then posted a comment.