Behind The Lies
Bringing Candidates To Edgar

Aruna's guess was wrong, Mila had no desire to talk about herself behind her back, she preferred to satirize the person in front of her directly.

“Shill, what are your preparations, one hundred percent?’ ask Ben.

“Udah, Om, tomorrow morning we all leave for hotel.”

“Why not from now so you have more time to prepare,” said Mila.

“We have a team and everything is taken care of. Anyway I'm waiting for Asa, let her go to school first.”

“We if you want to leave now also can actually, but there want to say, Papa needs more time to rest,” said Miranti.

Not how long his eldest son Ben came with his wife, two children and also the woman that Mila had told me about.

Miranti and Ashilla welcomed their arrival.

“How are you, Sam? Healthy?” ask Miranti.

“Good, Bund.” Sam then looked at his two sons. “Salim equals Mother.” It seems that Miranti completely rejected the elder, everyone called her Mother, no grandchildren called her Grandmother.

“This is loh, Mir. Name's Marissa. He's Rahma's son, my sister. Beautiful, ‘kan?”

Marissa smiled as she nodded and shook hands with Miranti, Ashilla and Ganjar.

“This is Edgar's mother, the guy that Aunt told that.”

“The author, ‘kan?”

Miranti nodded.

“I read all her books, Auntie,” Marissa said.

“Oh so?”

Marissa nodded.

“Sit here, Cha,” pinta Mila, she even forgot her own daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

“Ag time below?” ask Miranti.

“Yes how, sofanya, ‘kan already not fit, Mir,” said Mila.

Ashilla is confused, sometimes Mila does have a point, she is always honest even though it hurts. “I help Bi Sumi make a drink,” said Ashilla while rising.

“The bride goes where, just sit there,” said Sam who was sitting on the carpet.

Ashilla smiled, but still went to the kitchen.

"This Icha interior design, just graduated yesterday, yes, ‘kan, Cha?” said Mila.

Miranti smiled stiffly. “Indeed you want to be betrothed to Edgar? Ih, he's old.”

“Aged also she is handsome, Cha.” Here it was Milalah who insisted on wanting to match Edgar.

“Sorry instead of refusing, but how about it, this Marissa, ‘kan is very young, let alone just graduated from college, mending the focus of work just yet. Edgar is a sonorous wife, shy ah if boyfriends at that age.”

“Don't do that, Mir, if Edgarnya want how?”

“I'm afraid Edgar is cheating Marissa.”

“Sorry, Aunt, indeed Brother Edgar how old is he?” ask Marissa.

“You do not say, if you meet him, pretend you do not know,” said Miranti slowly.

Marissa smiled. Looks like Miranti was a lot of fun being made in-laws.

“She's thirty-three years.”

“Oh.”

“Still young, the age of so much more mature precisely,” sambar Mila.

Miranti sighed. With that said he intended to cancel the match because Edgar had just had a crush on his son Doctor Mirza.

“Assalamualaikum.” Long live, just talked about Edgar had gone home and was walking from the door to the family room.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Miranti replied. “Tuh, ‘kan come. Duh.” He began to worry, Edgar could be angry if he knew he had a plan to match him.

Miranti quickly got up and went towards Edgar before her bachelor son came to the living room. “Where to?” tanyanya.

“Still in school, Bund,” replied Edgar.

Miranti kept getting closer. “Why not wait?” He blinked his eyes signaling.

Edgar pecked while raising his chin.

“There's aunty Mila carrying a girl,” Miranti whispered in the child's ear.

“Yes, why not wait?” Miranti repeated her question rather loudly.

“Old, Bund,” replied Edgar lazily. She actually doesn't like her mother to behave this way. Though let it be, after all he is used to being a mockery of his mother's extended family because he has not been married.

Edgar stepped back, however, this time about to go to the room.

“Where are you?” ask Mila.

“Eh no Aunt Mila,” said Edgar pretended not to know. He approached and greeted the woman.

“How are you, Gar?” ask Ben.

“Eh, Om.” Edgar then greets Ben, Sam and his wife.

“Makin your handsome. Marriage, this Aunt brought a future wife,” said Mila while pulling Marissa's hand. “Name Marissa, beautiful, ‘kan?” It is like offering merchandise.

It's a pity that Marissa, who is young, has lost her pride, Ashilla thought, who had just come to bring her a few glasses of water.

Edgar smiled. “Beautiful anyway, Tan, but too young.” Instead of being like a woman who just graduated from college, Marissa looks more like a girl who just dropped out of High School, besides her body is tiny, her face is also too innocent to say mature.

Marissa's heart is beating. Edgar had just rejected it.

“Sir Edgar likes the older, Go after your friends even,” sambar Ashilla while putting a tray on the table.

Edgar laughed lightly.

“There are you. Aunt's niece has just graduated from college, but she's ready to get married, yes, ‘kan, Cha?”

Marissa was just flabbergasted, her seconds seemed to stop seeing Edgar's light laughter.

“Cha?” Mila elbowed Marissa and awakened her from the reverie.

Marissa. “Iya, Aunt?”

“Tuh, ‘kan? What Aunt said, she's ready to get married.”

“No also anyway,” reject Marissa. Although he was fascinated by Edgar's good looks, he was unwilling to sacrifice his future. “I did not think there,” added Marissa stiff.

Ashilla shook her head. It feels like Mila is too imposing a will and thinks that Marissa and Edgar want to be betrothed like that.

Suddenly everything felt quiet. Mila looks at Miranti, while Edgar pretends to check the incoming message on his phone.

“Bu, lunch is ready,” Bi Sumi said.

Good though. The arrival of Bi Sumi disperse the stiffness that occurred a while ago. Miranti immediately invited her guests to lunch.

Luckily Ganjar provides twelve dining chairs, so that when there are guests like this the table will fit to accommodate all guests and invite them to eat together.

Several times Marissa glanced at Edgar, but the man did not show his interest, but honestly Marissa was curious why at that age Edgar did not have a partner, while his appearance was not so bad, enough to attract women?

Edgar sits next to Ashilla and Miranti, flanked by two women who already know him well, while Marissa is in the ranks of her family Mila. Over and over again Marissa and Edgar's views accidentally meet. But soon both of them bowed.

“What are you busy with? Um hear you want to replace Ashilla in the company?” ask Ben to Edgar.

“Not yet, Om, now he's still busy writing for a new project.”

“Oh yes?” Mila returns enthusiastic to find Marissa and Edgar a point for the two to meet. “Marissa loves to read your book.”

“Oh ...” Edgar kept eating without seeing Marissa. “I didn't write romance loh.”

Marissa's heart is beating. Does Edgar think women just love romance?

Mila looked back at Miranti.

Miranti knew that Mila wanted her help so Edgar wouldn't act so cold. MIla probably thinks that Edgar is too closed off, so the women are reluctant to approach her.

“Not all women love romance, Gar,” says Miranti. “There are who like horror, mystery, thriller, let alone yes, hm .. fantasi–”

“Adventure,” by Marissa. “I love the story of Markus in Morocco. No one would have thought that Mark's disappearance was intentional. Incredible surprise despite the life of the bet.”

Edgar looked up at Marissa. She thought Mila wasn't serious and was just looking for a way to get Marissa close to her.

“I like the reset, all looks detail,” added the woman. “Especially the author always slipped problems about the family, so everything looks real.”

“Hm, this Edgar if one novel is not finished, he will not go home,” said Miranti.

Edgar stared at Marissa.

“In fact I never read stories about romance. Waste of time.” Marissa is back to eating.

Edgar wet his throat.

Mila smiled faintly seeing Edgar not twitching like that. Looks like he didn't take Marissa for nothing.