"You didn't tell me Mom was gone." Rena placed a bouquet of baby breath and roses at the grave marker we went to. She accepted the blue pasmina I brought her, matching the denim blouse and skirt she was wearing."If I told you, wouldn't you be hysterical like before?"I can imagine how long Rena cried for the time she missed because she wasn't with her mother for a long time. I squatted beside Rena and looked at the new mound of ground, lacking the usual sprinkling of flowers like a new cemetery. Maybe not many people came."I should have been ready to go home, instead of inviting you to have a quick sex in the car." Rena wiped the flow on her cheeks again.Yes, that business can't be denied. I quite understand Rena's habit of stroking her cheeks every time we meet. It's really hard to reduce the intensity of her arousal with outside activities or maybe meet more family. Rena can suddenly wake 'me' up between narrow places."Uncle Dean to
If you say channeling sadness through unification, I don't think so. It's just annoying to see Ben staying quiet when I don't have anything to do. It's like he doesn't comfort me after the funeral, instead he's busy with himself.Even if I'm sitting in his lap leaning back after the last bit of pleasure, Ben's attention is still on his unreal friends on the phone screen."Dad said he won't be angry if I want to see everything from my body." Sometimes I think, how much do people care about me? If I do what other people want, will they praise me? "Yes, I'm fine. Mom told me to make Dad happy, but Dad didn't let me tell Mom so she wouldn't be sad."It turned out that Ben was hugging me from behind, letting my back rest against his solid chest. It was ridiculous, but warm and cozy.Ben asked, "What have you done?" I think my life story is interesting for guys, it just invites sympathy."I was told to look at this." I turned to face Ben and stepped back to give him some space. I sat up, sp
"Ren, who have you been picking up lately?" asked Gandhi who sat on the chair next to me after the lecturer who taught in front declared today's lecture over.Ah, the two hours of nerve-wracking alternating work presentations were over. It was just explaining our perspective on poetry from two decades ago.I put the stationery from the table into my sling bag while answering flatly, "Oh, the driver.""Wow ..., you use a driver. Daughter of a rich man?" Aldi, who approached Gandhi, chimed in. Of course, I knew the names of my classmates, but I didn't have the guts to get along with them. They were the only ones who regularly stopped by.I chuckled. "I'm not the rich one." The piled-up books moved into my hands after hanging the bag on my shoulder."Is your boyfriend rich?" Ima's tumbling stopped in front of my desk. She moved behind Gandhi and wrapped her arms around his neck. Maybe they were related, but it didn't matter."Did I call him my boyfriend?" I shook my head and got up to fi
"I'm sorry, Sir. I can't bring Rena into your presence." This old man even touched my leg after failing to restrain Rena. He asked for a lot of help, but it was of no use at all."It turns out he can protect the girl too." I smirked. The next second the annoyance gathered in my head until my hand was able to throw a heavy object that reached out to smash the window glass.Damn it! Why couldn't I just let go like normal? Rena won't run away from me, right? After all, Rena would obey every time I asked her to come back."What did you say, Sir?" Rena's stepfather turned out to be approaching, he was like a hungry dog waiting for food to be displayed."Nothing. I'm just done working with you." I waved my hand in front of his face, asking the old man to get out of my way immediately."You can't do this to me, Sir! It's not like we agreed in the beginning!" he refused, brushing off the hands of the men who were pulling him out of the room. Rena's stepfather even crawled to my feet brutally.
"Shhh ...."I looked around for where the voice was coming from. It should have been close by, given the crowd on campus at the change of classes. However, the tug that gripped my arm felt familiar."Sat-"His lips silenced me. Sweet nicotine, also wine. He smiled widely afterward, giving me a chance to breathe.His tattooed arm holds me on his lap in the car. Quite hidden from the sight of people passing by."How could you-"Again, my sentence was left unfinished by the teasing of Satya's tongue caressing my teeth."It was easy to find you," he said.I was no longer surprised, Satya never seemed to worry about me, but could always surprise me like this.Seeing Ben passing behind the car, I wanted to say, "But, Sat-""What?" And again he cut off my sentence. "You miss me already?"Oh, that ridiculous smile. I loved seeing his fresh look this time, different from the last time we parted at his house. Maybe Satya just needed a little break from his madness."There's Ben." I rejected his
"Ben! Our wedding date is getting closer and you just told me about this?"Can I be angry with Ben's unilateral decision? He picked me up after a few days of disappearance just to say he was so busy that he had to postpone the wedding?"I'm so sorry. I know I was wrong for forgetting this."Liar! It was clear that the learning program for remote areas required preparation since the beginning of the even semester. The longer it takes, the more unbelievable Ben becomes."How long?" I asked, a little louder as the motorcycle sped off after the traffic light turned green. The blowing wind disguised the sound of the conversation between us."Three months. Gimme three months, and I will keep the promise." Ben had to lift his palm from the left handlebar just to be clear. "I'll try for less than that.""Stop here." I hit Ben on the back, forcing him to pull over. Without waiting for it to stop, I jumped down. "Anything can happen in three months, Ben!"I didn't care if he swerved or maybe fel
"Hi, Ben!""W-who is this man?" Rena asked instead of looking at the young man who called me. She pointed her finger straight at the boy who Karin had been dating recently.Yes, the one who insisted on taking responsibility for Karin's pregnancy and hoped they wouldn't split up. I guess Karin plays it safe when she meets untrust worthy types like Matthew.How can I trust a young man who can switch partners like him? Even his twin sister is wild enough to tempt me into sleeping together.Didn't their parents teach them the moral and cultural norms of this society?"You don't remember me?" Matthew spoke to Rena with enthusiasm. The twinkle in his eyes showed interest, especially in certain parts like the scanner. "We met at the café near Ben's apartment.""You two met behind me?" I was quite surprised. Is there something I don't know?"Not in the context of 'that' ...." Rena sounded like she was trying to explain, making me believe.It was precisely because Rena said 'that' that I became
"You guys still haven't decided when to get married?" asked Uncle Dean when he got to see his handsome son-in-law again in the dining room.I was just being narcissistic by calling myself handsome. Especially since Rena had mentioned it during our romance last night. She was angry because she kept getting accused of being jealous, then ended up confessing.The hot session after the argument turned out great."Did you get Karin's wedding invitation?" I approached Uncle Dean who loved cooking in the half-open kitchen, with no partition to the dining room.Usually, Uncle Dean likes to organize his own cooking. Therefore, the household assistants who were seen every morning only took care of the cleaning and laundry.I picked up two apples from the fruit basket on the serving table, tossing one to Rena who had just arrived in the dining room.Rena looked radiant this morning. Either the effect of the shower or because I enjoyed last night so much."Ben!" Rena scowled, almost throwing the a
"Did you choose to settle here?" This was Maureen's question. I've gotten to know her better since moving to this country. Maybe a few blocks apart, but close enough to do our weekly shopping together."Ben said he had some business, so I guess his offer for me to stay here until graduation wasn't a bad choice," I explained as I pushed our shopping trolley into the trunk of the car, while Maureen looked tired from pushing the babies' stroller."Yeah..., I think your choice isn't bad. I can have someone to talk to too while you guys aren't back yet." Her intonation was clearly hopeful.For me who barely had any friends, moving around more than expressing what I felt, being friends with Maureen was a luxury. She was quite chatty, and I barely had anything to talk about other than responding to her."The twins really enjoy sleeping ...." I glance at the presence of Maureen's babies. Boys.I thought Maureen had a special relationship with Ben, but she ended up marrying Angga. I guess I wa
"Are we really moving there together?" Rena questioned after seeing the e-ticket I had on my phone screen. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. "It depends on how long you want to stay there." Since the visa Rena applied for was also for non-immigrants, it was valid only during the student exchange. If she wanted to extend it as a tourist or even stay, I wouldn't mind. In fact, for the time being, it might be better for Rena to take a vacation or find something that isn't tiring. The previous incident that took away our future child sometimes made Rena shed tears. "How are you doing?" Rena asked again. She continued to fix the toga I was wearing. Even though there was no departmental photo session and it was okay to take off all the graduation gear attached to my body. The weather lately has been in favor of taking off my clothes. "Which job is it?" I moved closer to Rena's side, looking at the photos of the camera she had just taken from the tripod, used earlier to capture moments
"Any hurt?" I asked after finding Rena pinched between the passenger bench and the protective airbag. At least I could still breathe a sigh of relief knowing Rena could still walk out after the collision just now.I saw Satya still on the driver's seat, pressed against the door next to him that was wrenched in. He was unconscious.Maybe someone could say that I was really reckless in crashing the motorcycle into the car carrying Rena, and the four-wheeled vehicle swerved to avoid me. It was partially destroyed by the road divider.Me? Well, I'm fine with a little friction on the skin of my arm from being dragged on the asphalt when I let go of the motorcycle I was riding earlier. After all, the injuries I got before were much more. All of this... is nothing."Ben? How could you...," Rena was holding my waist, more like she was pulling my arm to rest on her shoulder, "you still have to need rest?""Think of yourself, Rena!" I refused, feeling that she was much more in need of help."Me?
A few months in a second-floor room in a Somerville neighborhood, about an hour away from campus by public transportation, was not so foreign to me. It was like sharing a house with strangers without interfering in each other's private affairs.Shared common spaces, with private rooms. Don't forget the private bathroom for me. It's a bit more expensive than the rent for other residents' rooms, but it's better than having to wait in line at a crucial time.This morning I was surprised by the arrival of a thousand white roses, the delivery courier said. It's a good thing they weren't real roses, or I would have acted like I had a cold all day.Who knows about my allergy other than close friends? Uncle Darren has 'almost killed me' many times for giving me real flowers.By the way about Uncle Darren, I offered him to redo our relationship completely from scratch. As a good cousin, not based on desire that I know is hard to resist.Who could resist a Maureen?Okay, call me narcissistic. A
"We need to talk, Uncle." Maureen almost pushed the blanket off her legs when Darren nodded. In his opinion, they needed to settle their dangling relationship outside of the decisions of the people around them. They had the freedom to decide their future regardless of the stigma attached to Maureen snatching Darren. "Yeah, we have to," Darren smiled instantly even though the airline's departure announcement seemed to delay them, "but later. See ya." The man signaled his departure by pointing outside. Of course Maureen clearly knew she had to wait for Darren to meet her. However, the flight--which she had read on the internet--lasting for over eight hours until arriving at the transit airport further strengthened her curiosity. "Shit!" There wasn't the slightest hint of enjoyment in any of the amenities that could divert his curiosity. The airline's signature main course reminded her of eating with Angga even though it was served in small portions. The expensive wine offered by th
"Yes, Grandpa gave me a first class ticket. It's really cool, isn't it?" After going through the check-in section, Maureen dragged her suitcase through the corridor directed by the attendant to be placed on the flight baggage entry rail while continuing her phone call to a friend on the other side. "Not really. I've only ever been on private jets."It wasn't just a different island, but also a different continent. Serena's friend had already left for another country."I and Angga just let it flow. We don't have to get married quickly." Maureen's steps quickened as she looked at the white gold band-like watch around her left wrist. Her departure time was just around the corner. She needed time to relax her waist for a moment."Are you sure he can stay with you so far away?" Serena's question had been a long consideration for Maureen to maintain a relationship with Angga until it needed to be discussed.Angga's time-consuming profession sometimes made Maureen doubt if the man was only o
"What, huh?" Angga tapped each of Maureen's fingers that hung in the air as they grasped each other, comparing the same shape that differed in size. "My family is not very close." Every time they met face to face, they would smile at each other, considering the accident as part of fate. "Is that how you get along?" Maureen recalled how Erlan, who was also a doctor under her father's position, could talk as light as a feather when they met. There was indeed a conversation that was avoided, and Maureen's curiosity led to questions until Angga, who was usually to the point, pulled out the trump card he wanted. "Well, just to say hello. Not more." Angga straightened his back, placing it against the glass wall of the room as he looked at the dark sky outside. Clear without clouds. "So, there's not much we can invite from your family?" asked Maureen, looking for ways to pry information using the alibi of their wedding needs. Angga's narrow eyes widened in amazement. "You said you haven
"M.J. Abraham...," said the man who made Angga turn to the clapping hands nearby, "it's Angga's surprise, ihuh?" A couple of people Angga knew greeted him in turn, then Resti joined their small circle. Maureen reflexively followed Angga even though she felt she had never seen that two people before, she was a bit surprised by the title the man had given them as if they had known each other before. "Wow, Uncle Erlan and Aunt Iren came too!" Resti offered two glasses of drinks on trays carried by the waiters and was immediately greeted with a look of friendliness. Perhaps confused, or rather observing, Maureen had to take a quick look at each face near her in turn. There was no falseness that came to her from Angga's life, including the family that came. They were even newly reunited. "Can't word on your candidate, here." The woman called Aunt Iren chimed in. Although the knee-length dress she wore was formal with long sleeves and no special accents, she had her own charisma behind
A dark SUV pulled up in front of a spacious ironwood house, dropping off a pair of people who seemed perfectly matched in both appearance and body language. The sturdy old building in front of them was surrounded by a heavy guard, reinforcing the notion that an important event was taking place inside."Do we have to come like this?" asked the woman, adjusting the skirt of her evening blue satin dress to cover her ankles. A headpiece of similar material was pinned with a simple silver hoop, adding to the expensive nature of the overall look.She regretted the impression of a family that had to look perfect at all events despite the fact that they were going through a long war of contention that had yet to be resolved. From legal settlements regarding the division of joint property during marriage, to custody matters and the accompanying financing.Iqlima could use the alibi of Darren's infidelity if he still insisted on taking their three children from her side. It wasn't just snippets