Anesta And Mahesa
The Former

I was silent for a long time, considering his desire to meet me. What does he want?.

Actually I was not interested in meeting him, even just hearing his voice I did not want to.

But I know who he is, the man who will try in every way to make his wish come true. Even when she wanted me to be her boyfriend.

He'll keep bombarding me with calls, messages or if necessary he'll find out my office address or my mess address.

And tonight I'm so hungry, my brain can't think straight. All right, I'll accept her request to meet with me.

"What do you want?"

"Nes, don't be ferocious dong. I just wanted to see you"

"All right, don't take long"

"OK Nes. Uh, you've eaten yet?"

"Not yet, you picked me up in the mess" as I mentioned an address.

Let him know, later if he's not told he'll find out. From the beginning he always had a lot of friendship connections, which could be useful to achieve his goals.

"I take a shower, we'll eat out. Think of one place not too far from mess"

"Okay Nes, just relax" I heard a little laugh. Hmmm, that's his laugh if his wish has been achieved.

As soon as I take a shower, I don't want him to linger waiting for me. I dress as simply as possible. I have enough powder and lipstick. I wear a simple white intersecting dress and heels.

Oh yeah, since work I started learning to wear dresses. Not because Mahesa ever asked for it. But because of my job demands. It turned out that wearing a simple intersecting dress made my appearance change and I loved it.

I await his arrival at the. He said about 30 minutes he'd be there. Because the position is not far from my mess.

Sure enough, he came in about 30 minutes.

"Hi Nes!"

"Hi!. We're leaving now?"

"..."

He was silently looking at me.

"Hi Ben!"

"You changed Nes. You're pretty"

My God, he's starting to pull out his fighting style.

****

Name's Benedictus. I'd rather call him Benji. He often protests under that nickname.

"Benedictus's name is called Benji. Except my name is Benjamin. That's just fitting Nes"

"Well, that's a friendly call from me, only I call you by that name. Aren't you?"

"Suppit. There is no point in protesting with you"

Usually I would laugh while looking at her pouting face.

"Later to lose your handsome Benji"

***

Tonight he was different, with a shirt rolled up his arm around my side and denim pants. Usually if we met, he would wear a t-shirt or collared shirt. Maybe because we were in school. Right now he looks good.

"If we met before, you always have a tomboyish appearance. Now look at you wearing a dress. I like you like this Nes"

"Thank you for the compliment, Ben. But now I'm very hungry. I need more food than praise"

"Hahahaha, let's go!"

***

"Is this your car or your office car?"

"My own car. I happen to work in a foreign company that has a big salary so I can buy this car"

"Why Nes?"

"It's okay, it's just nanya"

We went to a restaurant that sold traditional cuisine. He knew I was a fan of traditional food. I ordered rice with grilled and smoked fish. He remained loyal to the roasted chicken.

While waiting for the order, I heard him tell me about his work. He told me how he got to work in Jakarta. As always, I was a good listener.

Until now he hasn't changed, and I've always liked to listen to him talk. When he tells you, you feel as if you are playing a part in the story. I don't know how to describe it. The story seems alive. For this part, I admire him.

We turn down the volume of our voice as the waiter delivers the order.

"So, is Monday you started training?"

"Yes, tomorrow I plan to survey the location. I'm afraid that Monday goes straight to the office I'm straying"

"In the mess are you alone?"

"No, there are some friends"

"Just like them"

"I didn't know him until this afternoon. I kept sleeping"

"My message called, not picked up"

"Look, tomorrow I'll take you to see the location. So even if you take a taxi or online transportation you know the way. Not too scared"

"No, I can go alone. I'll just ask around"

"This is Jakarta Nes!"

"Trus why? I've been here a few times. Modalku are just people"

"Ah, you don't know how Jakarta is"

"It's so arrogant of you. Before you set foot here. I set foot in Jakarta first. The difference is I just pass by while you settle down"

"Cook being angry anyway Nes? "

"I don't like it when you seem to underestimate me"

"Nobody underestimates you Nes. I'm just worried that you're why-why. Because I love you Nes"

"If you love me, you won't be that easy to decide. You understand!"

I was angry, probably because I had long harbored my anger. And I'm taking it out now.

***

When he cut us off on the phone, I could only say 'yes'. I don't want to force a relationship that no longer has love for both. I knew one day our long distance relationship would run aground too. It's just a time I don't know when it's coming.

Until then, I wasn't ready to accept it. Heart's broken. I cried in my room locked up. I threw away everything related to him. Including, changing my phone number. Even though I ended up being bothered by myself because I had to announce to some people my new number.

What I didn't expect, my mom gave me my new number. I wanted to get him out of my life. I can't be mad at you, maybe we're destined to meet. Maybe we should talk.

There's really nothing to talk about anymore. We finally had to separate. I also have Mahesa.

"I want us to break up Nes. There is someone close to me. I like it"

"You're too far Nes, as if you're in an unreachable manger. I want a girl I can hug at all times. And I found it"

"I want to stay with Anesta, hopefully you understand. To me he's better than you"

And I kept quiet in my chest. I wanted to cry but I held it. I don't want this man to hear my cries. I'm too precious to cry in front of him even on the phone.

If he wants to split up, I'm fine. I-i understand. But I never liked being compared to other women. Whoever that woman is. I hate him for his words.

What is the explanation for him?. I remember everything he said. It turns out my heart still hurts.

****

Seen me. He knows I'm angry. Maybe he was surprised, because as long as we were dating, I never got angry until I put out such words. My anger is silence. Until I find the right time to talk.

For me when I get angry and keep talking, I'm afraid to regret the words that come out of my mouth.

"Anesta, I'm sorry. For all the mistakes I've ever made. It is also my words that hurt your heart. I'm sorry"

I hold my hand tightly. I was silent without power to pull him off. Kupandangi.

"What do you want to talk about our past?"