To Mutia

Failed Move On

"What's wrong, Ghi? I noticed, from the beginning we hangout, your face continues to put on a sour look. While your forehead, don't stop frowning. You're like a man who's in debt and confused to pay for it, while tomorrow the collectors will come because it's due." right after sitting in a chair in a restaurant, the man in the denim jacket commented on the behavior of Ghifar's pattern, who now sat opposite him. Looks lazy, like losing passion for life.

"Iri, right." a second later the man in the gray shirt felt a punch on the nape, making him immediately turn to the side while holding his nape and glaring at the perpetrator who had just committed violence to him. "****! Why are you fucking me, nying?!"

"*Baseng bae called namo wong. Namo I'm good, Dzuhairi Arshaq, you call Iri. Payo, the cool tuh cubo. Ars. That lacquer was the fat nengarnyo." in an emotional state, Arshaq involuntarily gave out the language of his hometown.

(*does not mention people's names. My name is good, Dzuhairi Arshaq, you call Iri. Come on, try calling a cool tuh a little. There are. That's so good to hear.)

"*Ars' call is fine, it doesn't suit your thinking."

(*That Ars call doesn't match your face.)

"*Well, how come you're welcome?! Payo, come out bae kito amen you're a great nian cak." increasingly provoked emotions, Arshaq's face was red. Arshaq is indeed short-spicy, which will be ignited immediately when someone pegs the fire.

(*Well, do you want to fight?! Come on, just get us out if you're great.)

"Peace, Ars, peace." the man in the gray shirt showed his middle and index fingers forming the letter V, while putting on a wide grin. "Such a essence, lo. The woman's cake comes months, or now you again experience hormonal changes due to pregnancy, so sensitive cake tespack."

Grunt Arshaq rolled the chicken noodles in front of him with a fork, then roughly fed the noodle rolls to his best friend. "Eat! You like the rest, laper."

After gulping down the noodles in his mouth, the man in a gray t-shirt again tested Arshaq's patience. "Well, the victim of this ad is a child."

"Shut up, Zhafran Arwan! Before my fist that's talking to that duck lo mouth!"

"Okay, I'm diem." Zhafran raised both hands. Still putting on a grin like an insane person. Then he turned to look at Ghifar who had just silently watched his two successful sidekicks make noise and make them the center of attention.

"Gue thought, as soon as you took us out, you would give us a gift after months of exploring every city even the country, at least bringing two beautiful women who were wife-able to us, he said, his only birthday was giving a sour face doang." Zhafran's lips cut. "Sweet mango touts, which are sour and wry can be done rujak. Lah, lo? Do you want me to be tired?"

Arshaq grunting. In one blink Arshaq smothered Zhafran's mouth, then pinned the man's head on his armpit.

"Shit!" Zhafran stared irately at Arshaq, having escaped. "I swear, ketek lo wry, really! How many days have you not taken a shower? Don't be single, you're so males clean-up. There are, the girls even more run around because of your body odor."

"Cockfighting! There's no more brake in his mouth." Arshaq glared as he watched Zhafran open his mouth to argue back. "You better use that mouth to eat, than you keep chirping, make my ears hurt. The cost to ENT is expensive, I better use the money for land loans, then build a contract."

"You made my head grow dizzy." For the first time, after thirty minutes they sat inside the restaurant and the waiter delivered the order, Ghifar let out his precious golden voice.

"Finally you said it too, coeg. I thought you were suddenly mute." commented Zhafran in an exaggerated tone.

"You got a problem, Ghi?" rather than respond to Zhafran's silliness, which always managed to make his blood tension rise, Arshaq preferred to interrogate Ghifar. "Or... Is there something you're thinking?"

For a few seconds Ghifar let Arshaq's question pass him by, then a heavy sigh came out from between his lips, before saying a name. "Muti."

"Mutia?" Arshaq.

Zhafran, who was eating his food, stopped immediately. "And.. who is she? You're girlfriend?"

"wait around. I don't seem familiar with that name." Arshaq. His forehead is crinkling deep. Then a few seconds later, Arshaq exclaimed. "Your ex-boyfriend's at SMK, right?"

The three of them had a friendship since middle school, then when they went to high school they decided to go to the same school, so of course Arshaq and Zhafran knew Mutia, which was once part of the Ghifran story while wearing a white-gray uniform.

"Mutia!" this time Zhafran widened his eyes, when he managed to remember the visual of the woman who was now the object of conversation. "You mean the cute girl Ghifar forced to be his girlfriend?"

"Damn it! I have no meaning." murmured Ghifar, not accepting Zhafran's accusation. "At that time I asked for his willingness and he agreed. That means a deal, dodol."

Before Zhafran returned to voice, Arshaq preceded him. If it continues to serve the words of Zhafran, then it will never be found the word finished.

"Then...What happened to Mutia?"

"He's in Bali."

"Huh? Seriously lo?" Zhafran said. "You guys are like a soul mate. Separated islands, you can still meet."

"Well. wow.. fix, you guys are a match." The furore of Zhafran is becoming. "Yes, even though it takes two years, for God to bring you together again. But it's okay, now that Mutia is divorced from her husband, so you have no more obstacles to being united. Although Mutia was already a widow, but if it was love, it certainly did not matter to Ghifar. Aye, right?"

"Divorce?" shouldn't Zhafran say, Mutia's husband is dead?

"Yes greetings, I said at length, he just said divorced, doang. Iye, Mutia is divorced from her husband. Very excited lo, until hard to believe, felt the dream in the middle of a room, so it is repeated mulu." cerocos Zhafran, unaware of the confusion in the black bead of his best friend.

"Why, Ghi?" Arshaq, more sane than Zhafran, was aware of the awkwardness of Ghifar's facial features.

"The divorce that Zhafran talked about earlier, it's a living divorce, you mean?"

Arshaq nodded his head. "A few months ago Mutia divorced her husband, shortly after, Mutia's ex-husband remarried, the woman was none other than Mutia's cousin. Sonya's name, if I don't remember wrong."

So Mutia lied about her husband's death? "Where do you know that?"

"You still remember the Zhafran twin, but different parents?"

"That's not my twin, yeah! Please on the catet!" sela Zhafran, not accept it, but no one cares about it.

"Si Kelly?" of course Ghifar still remembers the fat girl who used to be his classmate. The chatty girl who earned her the nickname the female version of Zhafran.

"Yes. Kelly is Mutia's neighbor and the woman likes to gossip. At the reunion a few months ago, he made Mutia a lumpy ingredient."

A second later Ghifar moved from his seat. Run fast, tub chased by a mad dog, get out of the restaurant. Leaving Arshaq staring at him with a frowning forehead, as Zhafran gaped with his mouth filled with food.

"Ghi, where are you going?!"

"Darkl!" with disgust Arshaq rubbed his face which had just received a burst of food from Zhafran's mouth. "Basic slob!"

"Sorry, brother. Not intentionally." then scowled without sin. "Where is Ghifar going?"

"Something." Arshaq raised his shoulders while still cleaning his face and clothes.

"Hahhh, basic man failed to move on." - Zhafran. "Gue was surprised to be the same as Ghifar. He would work on the flight, every day met the average flight attendant with a beautiful face and ideal body, but why no one managed to make him forget the little woman Mutia."

When looking to the side, Zhafran no longer found Arshaq. He circulated his gaze, then clucked when he found Arshaq outside the restaurant.

"******, indeed! I was left behind." his black bead stared at the nelangsa on the plates that filled the table. "This is all I pay for? Fuck dah! Don't know what this is an old date? Intention to eat for free, I'm slouching."

...* * *...

Upon arrival at home, it was the atmosphere of silence that greeted Ghifar. The hour hand was still showing at four in the afternoon, which meant that Lamia and Azril had not returned from work. It's a good time to talk to Mutia.

Then where is that little two-bodied woman? Usually, when the afternoon Mutia will be in the front yard, watering Lamia plants that are only taken care of by their owners during the weekend, even if Lamia is in the mood to take care of the plants.

But this time Ghifar did not find Mutia's tiny figure in the front yard, so Ghifar decided to look for her in the laundry room. But only his feet made one step, the sound of broken glass was heard. Without wasting any time Ghifar immediately darted quickly towards the kitchen.

"Mutia!"

Ghifar cried out in panic when he found shards of glass scattered around Mutia who was now sitting on her legs and held her body weight with both hands.

"You slipped?" arriving in front of Mutia, Ghifar crouched down, then stared at Mutia from top to bottom.

Mutia shook her head. His face was filled with cold sweat. Sometimes he takes a long breath. "Pardon, sir. I accidentally broke the ge-glass."

"Not mind that glass." Ghifar watched as the pale-faced Mutia was rubbing her stomach. "What's going on?"

Mutia shook her head. Now his breath began to sting. "Cram. My stomach was cramping, sir." With the rest of the energy she had, Mutia grabbed Ghifar's arm and gripped him firmly, trying to shift the pain she was in.

"Your stomach is cramping? We're going to the hospital now." Realizing something bad could happen to Mutia's womb, Ghifar quickly lifted the tiny body of his ex-girlfriend. Carrying Mutia with him in his carriage, Ghifar walked quickly to the car.