Behind The Lies
God Sends Faran Back to Bali

After returning from the mosque Faran was surprised to see the wife who fell asleep wearing a mukena, not usually Aruna like this. Uh I don't know, Faran doesn't know Aruna's habit of remembering all this time they were in a long distance relationship.

Actually Aruna did not sleep, she still enjoyed her sadness in silence. While Iyash had turned off his phone a while ago for fear of being caught by her husband Aruna.

Faran knew Aruna was sad not because she wanted to go home tomorrow, but because of the delivery. I don't know what it is to make Aruna this sad. Faran went to sleep and hugged his wife from behind.

“Beginning earlier you were angry not clear. Now you cry for no reason,” whispered Faran. It means without any unknown reason.

Aruna did not reply, even though she heard her husband's words.

“You can tell the same story Mas, consider Mas a friend like you usually face problems, do not hold back your feelings. Just reveal.”

“I'm just kangen with dad again,” says Aruna. The stuff from Iyash made it seem like it was thrown into the past.

“Surely just dad?” ask Faran. Aruna never got like this if she misses her father.

Aruna turned. “Mas accuse me of lying?”

“No, Honey, Mas just nanya.”

“Same aja. I miss dad again.”

“Ya already here Mas hug again.”

Aruna took a breath.

“What does this have to do with the woman that Space talks about?” guess Faran. He kept on fishing around just so Aruna would tell him.

Aruna shakes.

“Oh, Mas know, this must be because Mas wants to go home, yes, ‘kan?” Although Aruna never grieved because of his disappearance. “Ya already if that Mas not so go home.”

Aruna clucking. “I'm okay.”

“Yakin?”

“Iya.”

“But, really if you want Mas stay here, yes udah.”

“Neventless. I'm not a selfish wife.”

“Ya already if so stop sad.”

Aruna took a breath, then nodded.

***

Since last night Aruna tried to hide her sadness from Faran. He simply did not want Faran to delay his return. And this morning she was at the airport dropping off her husband.

Faran smiled. “Before Ashilla's wedding, I've been here.”

Aruna nodded. “I wait. Greetings to mom and dad.”

“I will take them for you,” said Faran while hugging his wife.

Faran looked at Edgar. “Titip Aruna.”

“No ah,” reject Edgar. “Ribet, he can take care of himself kok.”

Faran smiled.

“I'm not Asa, but you have to look after Edgar. Males.” Aruna shudders.

“That's right, one Asa aja ribet moreover plus Aruna.” Edgar threw away his face.

“Tuh, ‘kan, Mas,” whining Aruna on her husband.

Edgar chuckling. “Her eyes must have been swollen all night crying,”” the man's lead.

Faran smilingly looked at the wife who was deliberately wearing sunglasses to cover her swollen eyes.

“Indeed every time you go home he's like gini?” ask Edgar.

Of course not. That's what makes Faran feel surprised, last night Aruna continued to grieve until the dinner strike.

“New kayak a year, two years, if it's seven years LDR-an, already the name temperature,” added Edgar. The man turned out to talk a lot too, Aruna was surprised unlike a few years back who even asked never.

“Udah ah, I say goodbye, quickly get ready, he said to take care of the Ashilla dressing company,” said Faran.

“Keep why that time Ashilla want?” ask Aruna curiously.

“Pointed Mother. If I can't be persuaded” Edgar laughed. “Shilla people easy pity,” added the man whispered.

“If Aruna?” faran asked to see how far Edgar knew about his sister.

“Ceng,” replied Edgar briefly.

Aruna cringing. “Quick departure, Mas. Brother Edgar is getting ngaco.”

The two men laughed.

“Ya I've left already yes, be careful here.” Faran stroked the top of Aruna's head, then kissed her.

“Mas also be careful.”

Faran nodded. He then left after saying his greetings. While Aruna was sculpting for quite a while and thought what he would do after this. Suddenly Edgar placed the key on his palm. “Bring the car, I want to sleep, last night abis staying up.”

“Hah?”

“Cepet.” The curly-haired man walked first.

“Ih.” Aruna followed him from behind. Not a few women glanced at his cousin's brother while smiling, while he knew Edgar must have ignored them. Aruna quickened her pace and glanced at Edgar, sure enough that the thirty-three-year-old man did not even glance at the woman there who was blatantly admiring his good looks.

“You sure you don't want to find a soul mate?” suddenly Aruna asked a question that was too personal.

“Girls make it complicated, good to live alone,” replied Edgar flat.

“Don't do that, then talk by yourself.”

“Ck, no. Just the same space that wants complicated ngurusin you guys.”

“Bogged,” snorted Aruna while following the man in the jeans jacket. “This is serious life itself is not good, there are things to be fulfilled, lest the brother likes the same boy huh?”

“Thou this.” Edgar shut Aruna's mouth. Then he got into the car.

“Kak?” Aruna immediately followed him into the car.

“Not much to say, fast walk,” the man's word while installing the belt, but then lower the back of his chair, then sleep. Aruna did not hear wrong when the man said sleepy because he did not sleep at all last night.

“Iya.” Aruna immediately drove out her car.

***

Thirty minutes ago Iyash was sitting in the orphanage garden with the children playing. His feelings fretted, he was afraid that Aruna would not come and he would close the afternoon empty.

While Aruna just came out secretly from Ganjar's house using a taxi. Actually, he could have gone with a car that Edgar often used because the car keys were on him. However, he did not want to look for trouble, so decided to use a taxi only.

On the way many times Aruna stared at his watch. He left too late in the afternoon, it was natural to be stuck in traffic because such hours showed the time for employees to go home from work.

Iyash thought that Aruna might not come to remember the dark day, let alone the rain, it seemed like the universe would not allow him to meet the wife of people. Iyash began to despair.

“Yash, rain, go inside,” said Bu Yanti.

“In the meantime, Mom,” says Iyash fretting. She was still in the gazebo and sitting on the garden sofa, while the rain was getting heavier.

Not long after the taxi stopped in front of the home.

“True here, Sir?” ask Aruna to the taxi driver.

“Iya, Mom, here.”

Aruna scrunched her forehead. “Amentay, Sir.” He then pulled out his phone and tried to contact Iyash to make sure he didn't make a mistake.

The phone connection is connected, Iyash's phone is ringing.

“I am in front,” said Aruna after her call was answered.

“I am ahead.” Iyash got up and carried an umbrella.

“Iya, Sir here.” Aruna immediately paid the fare, then disembarked upon seeing Iyash walking towards the taxi. The man was quick to paddle him. There was a rumbling thump of wind and rain from behind the chest of the two.

“I don't think you're coming,” said Iyash.

Aruna just smiled. He was confused as to what to answer. Maybe God gave him a chance so sent Faran back to Bali.