Trying Again to Love You

Our story begins

My gaze went towards the man, his eyes sharp as an eagle looking at me, his thin lips forming a small indentation, a dazzling cold smile. What is it with me, what is it with this heart, why did I feel so happy, my heart was unrelenting - it was dancing - nari, my eyes kept looking at it, unconsciously my hand does not want to escape from the grasp of his hand.

" Hi. that was very anxious, like I just knew ". (swinging my hand, so I realized ). How my heart felt that night was different from the present.

That night felt ordinary, even I could say I talked to him just because my guilt had nudged him so hard, and why not have a friend last night at such a time.

" Hey Pras, no. I didn't expect it, can you meet again here, also know ma si om ? ". (the face is flushed, shamed and a little surprised by the movement of his hand).

" Same om Ian.., Owh clearly Uda knows long, besides who does not know him, the great Indonesian rock painter and musician ". (while praising and directing his gaze to Kiki's father).

" You're a friend of a college kid ? " Tanya Pras's.

" Know my name is Kiki, remind me who narik - narik the Devi to go home that night ". answered Kiki, (put a hand toward Pras ).

" Yes, you may not forget, Oya. I Pras, student om Ian, your father ". (wringing Kiki's hand while chuckling).

" What student ? Ian, (with a big laugh).

The atmosphere then became detached, I who had been tense, now began to calm down a little. Then we talked about many things at that time, from art, music to the problem that was again viral in this beloved Indonesia, it did not feel almost 2 hours we talked, he said, then Ian signals Kiki to talk to him.

Suddenly, "Dev. come with me yuk ! " . (pulling my hand very gently ).

Pras and I then walked towards the showroom, there were already many paintings by his father Kiki, om Ian Baskoro, he was a great abstract painter, his work has been famous to foreign countries, the price is quite high, ah. it feels very lucky to know him, plus his son Kiki has also been a close friend of mine so far.

One by one his works did not escape my sight, although I did not really understand about abstract paintings, but my eyes were fixed on a work, for me the work has a perfect blend of colors, very beautiful.

" Do you like this work ? " Tanya Pras, surprised me.

" Uh.. Yes, good yes.the color is very beautiful ". (while continuing to look at the painting ).

" Your taste is good, I also like ". Sahut Pras's.

" Why did you pull me here, by the way ? " (to divert the conversation).

" Oh that, yes.it seems like I want to have an important conversation with Kiki about om's plan, it was a little story with me, if you want to go to college Kiki abroad ". Pras replied, with a serious face.

" It's very nice that child, want to go to school abroad, stay away, I want to be unable, be careful if until he refuses his father's plan, I omelin him until he graduates from college ".

" Yes.but not one heart and taste, hahaha.. ".

Suddenly, a hand hit my shoulder very hard, I had not had time to turn around, shouted someone immediately deafened my ear, and, very tight to make my hand reflex to close my ears while holding back anger.

" Woi... Again on my story huh?, what.. ". Clearly from that voice, I could already directly guess who the person who had just hit my shoulder was tight.

" Bete ni.. to the campus aja yuk !".

Kiki then made the atmosphere of silence and my martyrdom with Pras became chaotic, the child was never changed, whatever he did always with an overflowing expression, overflowing, maybe his mother accidentally wanted a baby boy, but it was Kiki who was born, a woman who was trapped in the body of a man, not a single feminine soul was in him.

Finally my second moment with Pras was forced to end, Kiki decided to go back to campus, before leaving I took a goodbye with om Ian who had been sitting in the guest chair alone while staring at some of his paintings.

Ian's face was flat and his eyes were empty, not wanting to linger there for long, after finishing saying goodbye, I then headed straight towards the showroom where Kiki and Pras still looked engrossed in conversation.

" I've been saying goodbye to your father, Ayuk. if you want to walk ". Take me.

Not really paying attention to me, Kiki still continues to talk to Pras, which makes me furious with him, how not, the idea to go from Gallery to campus is his idea, he said, even now he is busy chatting with Pras both.

Without further ado, I immediately cut off their conversation.

" Excuse me Mom, really fun to talk, we can continue next year ". Heard my words Pras and laughed.

" Can't see a man like this child ". Answer Kiki while grumbling.

" Yeah.., instead of you bothering me, why recriminate, you cockroach ".

" Pras. I go first yes, when - when we continue again " . I then say goodbye to Pras.

" I also want to go to campus first, Pras, next time we talk again ". Kiki doesn't seem to want to lose.

Then we both headed towards the car, leaving Pras to return to the living room. In the car, about 5 minutes away from the Gallery, Kiki said something.

" What do you think Pras is?, That's a funny boy too yes, pretty handsome, but a real boy, really ".

I paused for a moment, digesting what Kiki had just said, then I regained my senses, summing up all the words Kiki had just said, Kiki liked Pras, that was my conclusion.