
Tonight, Jayadi and Boris are visiting my house. As usual, all my guests, I always take to my room which is on the second floor. Especially this saturday. The day that the first floor of my house, will be my father's dominion, and there will be no one, no group, not even any State! Who can doubt that. Wh why? because today, at exactly half-eight in the evening, my father's favorite soap opera aired on one of the private television stations, "Children of Haram", the title of the soap opera.
Not like Jayadi. Boris only occasionally visits my house, and usually, he comes on Saturday nights or on holidays.
“Hah!” suddenly Boris sighed. His face looks upset.
“Why, Ris?" my question, worry.
“Sial times my fate!“ said it. “Often I gather with single men like you every Saturday night!“
Hearing her words, I immediately threw away my face. Pretending to stare at the clear night sky, yet gloomy in my view.***, you are Ris!
Then, I heard Jayadi laughing out loud, but his laughter sounded fake in my ear. Know once I, how the original laughing sounds. You can't hide the pain in your heart with that fake Jayadi laugh!
“Yaelah Bang. Just relax, mate in the hands of God,“ said Jayadi, pretending to be steadfast.
“Bah! Like my mama just said that!“ exclaim Boris, and the atmosphere is getting gripping.
“Bang Bento only, who has been single twenty-six years, relax aja,“ said Jayadi. Then he looked at me. “Yes right, Bang Ben?“ tanyakanya.
I looked at Jayadi's face, then I nodded my head while smiling sinisterly at him. Then I returned my gaze again, staring at the night sky that looked even more horrified. Please, don't involve me in your damned conversation!
“Jayadi. Don't you equate me with Bento. Bento has a perinciple in his life. It's possible, he has a reason why he remains alone,“ Boris replied to Jayadi.
“Emang so, Bang?“ ask Jayadi, plain.
“Well, love is like life. Full of mystery. Everything is the will of the power,“ I replied, with every word spoken with confidence. My eyes keep looking at the night sky.
“Wah! Like the lyrics to that song, Ben. Iwan Fals song lyrics, is it?" ask Boris.
I smiled at Boris's question. “Akupun don't know Ris. Those words just popped into my head,“ I replied with a mantab.
“You saw Jay?! I told you just now. Bento this friend of mine, the person with the principle for love matters,“ exclaimed Boris.
You two fuckin' shit! Get out of my room! I can't carry on with this stupid charade! I said in my heart.
“Oh yes. You know, the fried rice man at the junction of Ambon?“ my many. I'm trying to shift the conversation.
“How do I know Ben,“ replied Boris, straightforward. While Jayadi nodded his head (Jayadi indeed had several times I had eaten fried rice at the junction of Ambon Street which is not far from my home). “You want to eat there? I'll buy you guys tonight,“ I said.
Of course my offer was immediately welcomed by Boris and Jayadi. The three of us rushed to the location of the fried rice seller I mentioned earlier. I was in Jayadi's bell with his duck bike, while Boris was riding his own bike. After the meal, the conversation about the terrible love is no longer Boris and Jayadi discussed. We talked more about football, and after that, Boris told about his longing with his hometown in Medan there.
Love is taboo for all three of us. Because the three of us are both harboring feelings of love. You know, I hold my love for Lela, and you also know that Jayadi harbors feelings of love for Fitri. And Boris? Well, this one's actually a secret. Because Boris only told me, and he threatened to punch me, if I told anyone. So I'm sorry, I can't tell you that Boris actually harbored feelings for Jessica. Uh!