Behind The Lies
Thrown to the Past

Ahead of Maghrib Iyash standing in front of the door of Ganjar house while holding a large cardboard that he brought earlier. Shortly after he pressed the bell, the door opened.

“Who to find, Mas?” ask Bi Sumi. Bi Sumi should have been familiar with Iyash's face, considering he had come a lot.

“I just want this for Aruna.”

Bi Sumi stared at the cardboard Iyash was holding. “Not for Non Ashilla?”

“Not, this belongs to Aruna. Please say this from Surabaya, his High School friend .”

“Good, Mas.” Bi Sumi received the cardboard. The weight is quite heavy considering most of the contents are books, photo albums and small gifts from him when he was in High School.

After giving that, Iyash left and met no one else but Bi Sumi. Bi Sumi himself immediately took him to the family room, where all family members were gathered to talk about Faran's departure tomorrow.

“My chute is only three days, but later after Ashilla's wedding, I return here again with Mom and Dad,” said Faran.

“When?” ask Aruna.

“Emmm ... Anyway before Ashilla's wedding I'm here.”

Aruna circulated the view asking for the approval of others, although he did not agree that Faran would still leave because he did not have any activities in Jakarta.

“If you want to join Mas Faran can do, Run,” said Ashilla.

“No-no, Aruna stays here, pity she'll be exhausted,” Faran said.

“Heemmh, doing back and forth,” snoring Miranti. “Let Aruna here aja.”

“Excuse me,” said Bi Sumi as she approached. “Sorry disturb. This is the daycare of his High School friend Non Aruna, he said from Surabaya.”

Aruna quickly got up and looked at the cardboard. How could it be that for almost ten years all his friends thought he was dead.

“That sent him is still here?” ask Faran.

Bi Sumi shook her head.

“From who, Bi?” ask Ashilla. “Aunt knows the person?”

“Aibi doesn't really see his face, he's a man wearing a hoodie, sunglasses the same mask.”

Slowly Aruna approached and received the cardboard.

“Do not open,” pinta Faran. “Who knows it from the bad guy.”

Ashilla immediately saw Aruna, then looked at the cardboard. “Mas Faran, Aruna has no enemies,” Ashilla said.

“Open here, Run,” pinta Miranti.

“Post ih, privacy.” Both of Ashilla's eyes were puffed up. Ashilla was sure it was from Iyash.

“Mother just kidding.”

“I ...” Aruna stared at the door of her room, then looked back at her family members. “Open this in room.”

Faran stared at his wife, hoping that Aruna would give him permission to see the contents of the cardboard, but Aruna left without saying anything more.

Aruna's heart rested, he placed the cardboard on the floor near the door. He then closed the door, even locking it because he just wanted to be alone. His heart screamed out the name of Iyash. He was convinced that it was the man who sent all these things to him.

Aruna opened all the contents. All his memories with Naya, Umam, Dennis and Bagas were there too. The narrative paper that Iyash had hidden, the old pen that Iyash borrowed and said to be missing, Iyash also kept it. Her pictures are with her dad, her High School uniform, her birthday present.

Aruna's breath was back. If he hadn't asked Iyash to stay away and pretend he didn't know her. However, Iyash was not as stupid as he was to consider him an enemy.

Aruna cried and continued to cry until her chest really hurt. Among the stacks, he found Iyash's business card. Slowly and long enough Aruna stared at the small paper, in the third minute he finally decided to call the number listed under the name Iyash Wiyahasa Ardhana.

Just now that his number was connected, Iyash had already answered his call.

“Hai,” greet Aruna choked.

Iyash who turned out to be still around the complex where Ganjar lived was moved because Aruna was not really serious about his words.

“Iyash, I–”

Iyash took a deep breath. “Hai, Run. Sorry for interrupting your afternoon.”

“Hei ... for what?” tanya Iyash shook.

“Sorry.” That was the only sentence Aruna kept saying. “Sorry.”

“Just, Run.” Hearing Aruna's crying voice, Iyash grew less and less powerful.

“Should have been when I saw you in Germany back then, I hugged you.”

Iyash's heart is beating. Instantly he was stunned. “You know I'm there?” ask the man slowly.

Aruna nodded, as if Iyash could see it. “Sorry, Yash. I'm sorry.” She kept crying and could not hold back all the feelings that were stirring within her.

“If you're willing, meet me tomorrow afternoon, I'll send you the location. If until maghrib you are not there, I promise I will forget you and pretend not to know you.”

“Ngak-no.” Aruna is getting sobbing. By asking Iyash to forget and pretend not to know him is the stupidest act he did so umpteenth time. “You wait for me tomorrow.”

Iyash smiled and immediately sent the location of the orphanage to Aruna. “I'm waiting for you there.”

Aruna soaked her throat, she then nodded. “Yash, I–”

Suddenly the sound of knocking on the door leaf stopped his sentence. He quickly turned around, but instead looked confused.

“Honey,” call Faran on the doorstep. “Mas, want to go to Mosque, the sheath is inside, can you open for a while?”

Aruna's heart is beating. He panicked and immediately put his phone face down on the table. He thought Iyash had switched off his phone, but no, the man overheard his conversation.

“Honey,” call Faran once again.

Aruna rubbed her wet cheeks, then walked between all the scattered objects. He immediately tidied up the thing after opening the door.

Faran was flabbergasted to see the chaos in his room. “This what?”

“Sorry messy,” said Aruna while putting all those things into the cardboard.

“What's the idea?” Faran crouched down and took out one heart-pictured pink envelope.

“Nothing, Mas,” replied Aruna while seizing the envelope from Faran's hand.

Faran was stunned and looked at his wife's sad face. Those red, puffy eyes made him believe that this was no ordinary gift.

“You to Mosque, ‘kan?” asked Aruna while getting up and carrying the cardboard.

Faran pecked for a few seconds. He then got up and looked at the woman.

“I also want to pray,” the remnants of the stuffing are still there in Aruna's breath so Faran can feel it. “Mas, please close the door again,” pinta Aruna without turning to her husband.

Faran's heart was piercing. A few seconds later he left the room and closed the door.

Aruna was sitting on the bed. The issue was so deep, his chest still felt tight. “Sorry to me, Mas,” murmured slowly. He then covered his face with his palm.

Suddenly the door opened. “I missed kacama–” Faran stared at the crying wife. “Sayang.” He slowly approached and knelt down in front of the woman sitting on the edge of the bed while covering her face with both palms.

“I'm fine, Mas, if you want to go-go aja.”

“You're still mad?” ask Faran gently. “Then his anger. What do I do let you apologize Mas?”

Aruna shakes. Thankfully Faran still thought this about the incident this morning.

“Honey,” refer Faran.

“Om,” call Asa on the doorstep. The boy then looked at Aruna. “Nuna why?”

Faran rose soon. “For the shame of his face swelling,” lie the man.

“Wah, Asa also want to see.”

“Eit, no, come on, later,” invite Faran while pulling the boy's hand, do not forget he closed the room door and let Aruna alone.

After Faran left Aruna sighed and distanced her palm. Instantly his sadness subsided hearing Asa's innocent voice and Faran's lies just now.