Unanimous

REALISE TOO LATE

Shortly after arriving in her room and cleaning up, Wiya immediately made a call to her family at home to inform her that she had arrived and was resting. Wiya put down her phone and lay down on a large white mattress and comfortably inhaled the aroma of therapy from oil that was diffused by the hotel staff as an additional service for VIP guests.

Wiya is imagining typical Kalimantan food. It has been imagined the delicacy of gegicak cake, bekepor rice, brackish satay and various other foods except durian three very famous flavors, it is, imagining one-flavored durian fruit alone makes Wiya nauseous let alone three flavors at once.

Not only one day landed, he had imagined going to shop for souvenirs that many, especially Wiya was so curious about one of the typical Kalimantan fabrics, Ulap Doyo fabric Dayak tribal woven fabric made of doyo leaves. Don't forget he'll be hunting for the area's distinctive magnet. Wiya's eyes sparkled just by imagining it. The soul of his shopping began to be unstoppable again.

His eyes are already heavy with travel fatigue, it feels like he wants to sleep for a while just replenish the energy to return to work tomorrow. But the phone that had been placed on the nightstand next to him rang loudly. A video call came in from Zayn Dwika.

Lazy mixed with annoyed Wiya ignored the phone, after her ringtone stopped she turned off her phone. Crestless, he was already caught off guard by the endless game. Now he began to close his already heavy eyes again. Not until 5 seconds suddenly rang the bell from the front of the room.

It feels like he has hung the sign “Don’t Disturb” on the front door handle.  Although upset, Wiya still walked open it. Apparently Inspiration.

“Ilham?"

“Sorry Wiy interfered, This is Mr. Zayn calling me to connect with mu” Ilham handed his phone to Wiya.

Ck! He really carried out his threat.

Hey Brigitta, please take good care of your lover! Not to trouble others.

Still with a look of a face that was very upset Wiya took the phone put in his ear. Ilham was still staring at the door waiting for Wiya to finish her call.

“Hallo Zayn! What's up?“ Ask Wiya ketus.

“Hei, Qawiya! why did you put the phone camera in your ear?”

Wiya was surprised, it turned out that it was a video call. Inspiration seemed to hold back his laughter.

“Kok you didn't say the hell Ham? uhh” Wiya moved the location of the phone, now the phone camera is right facing his face and he can see Zayn's annoying face across there.

“Well, so dong” Cengir Zayn who turned out to be wearing yellow pajamas patterned with moon and stars. “Enable your phone if you do not want us to call using Ilham” phone

“Zayn!” Wiya held back her wrath.

Wiya has returned the phone to Ilham. He was so shy, worried that Inspiration thinks that it is not. In fact Ilham was already unsuspecting of Wiya's feelings and her closeness to Zayn. But Inspiration is also the same, why Zayn is so stupid to miss the sincerity that Wiya showed. Before handing over the phone to Ilham, Wiya's eyes caught the name Brigitta at the top of the chat list in the green application Ilham.

Wiya came in and closed the door again. He forgets his sleep plan and makes a forced video call from Zayn back to terrorize him through Inspiration.

“Hayyyy Qawiya“ Smirks again.

“Zayn! What does Inspiration say about me? I'd be mistaken for disturbing a potential fiancee. I don't want Inspiration to look badly at us. This is also about your reputation Zayn”

Zayn laughed back and forth at Wiya's scolding.

“Your sentences are like we're a couple having an affair. Hahahaha”

Wiya's face flushed red, she was angry now. But he still did not want to ask or interpret Zayn's own strange attitude. He purely thinks Zayn is struggling and his psychology is being disturbed.

“Do not get angry Wiy! You should never turn off your phone again if you don't want Ilham to feel annoyed because I'll call him”

“Now say, what's up?“

“Nothing, I worry about you. However, you are still under my duty and still my responsibility, right? How are you there?”

“I'm fine, you can see for yourself.There is Inspiration here. He takes full responsibility for me until I get home. And I'm not a high school kid anymore. I can keep myself “

Wiya switched the camera mode to activate her rear camera so that Zayn did not see her reddened face was already like a boiled crab. Zayn shouted out in protest.

“Qawiya….Qawiya. Qawiyaaaa ..” His shouting.

Wiya finally returned the front camera mode.

“Zayn Dwika Haris, tomorrow I have to accompany Ilham meeting. This is all we do for your company Zayn. We're not on vacation here. Please please. Now I'm tired and have to rest.”

“Hemmmm... Wiya, you are not too close to Ilham.”

Wiya knitted her brows hearing her boss who was getting more and more abnormal

“He's my boss! I'm the assistant!“

“Iya I hope your relationship is only limited to professionalism.”

“He's my friend Zayn, he's my best friend. You have no right to restrict our personal matters”

Zayn fell silent, what Wiya said was true. But Zayn even thought how so that he has the right to set the personal domain of Wiya's life.

“There is no sincere friendship between men and women. Remember that Wiya”

Zayn said so as to accuse Ilham of putting more than just a friend into Wiya. Zayn did not know that the feeling was indeed ever present but Inspiration had wisely converted it into just a friendship. It's gone, there's nothing to discuss.

“Oh yes? So our friendship?"

Wiya gave a question as well as a crushing blow that managed to make Zayn regret his wise quote just now.

Long, long time ago Wiya only saw Zayn speechless from behind the square screen. Wiya is fully aware in this friendship that she is not really sincere friends with Zayn and has been dissatisfied for a long time just by being friends.

“So. You rest. Happy service Wiya. See you tomorrow”

Wiya did not reply, just waved her hand and smiled. Then gladly turn off the connection first. He was so relieved to finally be able to escape from that labile human. At least for tonight.

***

In the vast ocean. Zayn was really thinking about Wiya's rhetoric. He began to realize the insincerity of this friendship. He suspected the feeling of Inspiration, whereas he could not deny his own feelings.

Was he so blind that he couldn't read all the news that Wiya had been telling him about his feelings all this time ? But is not love also in the form of a row of braile characters so that although it is not legible it should be palpable.

During his time with Wiya, he was very curious about the girl. Not having enough experience about conquering women, she does the thing that makes Wiya feel disturbed.

Zayn remembered, shakes, thumping, and similar feelings had approached his life. But he was too afraid, afraid to disturb the peace of Wiya's life. Without him knowing since he decided not to disturb Wiya again, since then the shadow of himself became a substitute, playing around in Wiya's head.

Zayn hid behind the word friend, especially when he grasped Wiya's hand for the first time in the pool, the palm was too cold, Zayn thought Wiya was frightened so he only dared to offer limited friendship, without daring to expect more.

Tonight, since Wiya is not here, she really craves the meetings that Wiya once said when they were together through a puddle.

Zayn took his phone and opened the gallery, not many photos in his phone so he easily found a portrait of himself with Wiya who was wearing a heart-red brackets, when they take pictures at Ridwan and Mitty's wedding. Zayn smiled looking at the photo with that transverse position.

He followed his conscience's orders this time, opening the settings of replacing his phone's wallpaper with that photo. Because the look was taken landscape, Zayn changed it to make a portrait on the front page. The position of Ridwan and Mitty on the left and right of the automatic crop ter, and live in an intense pose of himself holding Wiya's waist decorated into his new wallpaper. The girl in the red on the screen stole her heart tonight. But, what about Brigitta ??