Behind The Lies
Surabaya Is Still the Same

Iyash thought with Marissa, he might be able to take advantage of her, so he didn't have to bother asking Edgar to go home. After all he himself did not know the man, even though his status was that of a half-brother.

An hour and a half from Jakarta to Surabaya, then two hours from the airport to Grandpa's hometown, it was normal for him, but maybe not for Marissa. On the road he asked the driver how far they had travelled. The driver answered only moderately and it left Marissa confused.

“So, how? Pretty close, pretty far?” ask the woman to make sure.

“Near,” said Iyash who a few seconds ago just woke up from his sleep.

The woman turned her head and looked at Iyash who was typing a message at someone. Iyash had just sent a message to Aruna that she was on her way, not forgetting Iyash took a picture and sent the picture to Aruna.

Of course Aruna was happy because Iyash fulfilled his wish.

“Later in front there is a T-junction, Mr. straight,” said Iyash while looking ahead. He then turned to Marissa, but the woman quickly turned away because she did not want to be caught staring at him since.

The road they were walking on was smooth touched by asphalt, unlike ten years ago, the road still felt rough rocky. After passing through the T-junction Iyash mentioned, they finally arrived in front of a house.

“Here, Sir,” pinta Iyash. After paying him down first, Marissa follows him from behind.

“Iyash.” The man immediately got a welcome from the occupants of the house. Grandma immediately hugged her favorite granddaughter. Iyash's surprise came.

Iyash smiled while grimacing a little because his hands were depressed by the embrace of the grandmother.

“This why?” asked Grandma Alma who had just realized that her granddaughter had just felt sick.

“Just broken bones,” lie Iyash.

Marissa frowning. Maybe he was wondering why Iyash had to lie.

“Hah? Broken bones you said just?”

“Not to worry, Grandma. Iyash is fine kok.” Iyash was just lazy to talk about what happened last night. She also did not want to make her grandmother worry.

“Eh, who is this?” ask Grandma Alma after realizing Marissa's presence.

The twenty-two-year-old girl smiled and immediately grabbed Grandma Alma's hand and kissed her.

“She Marissa, son of Om Restu,” replied Iyash.

“Restu? You're Restu's son?” grandma Alma asked in surprise.

Marissa just smiled.

“Beauty.” Alma's grandmother pinched the tip of Marissa's chin.

While Iyash chose to enter the house of Grandma Alma. Not much has changed since ten years ago. The ornaments are still left like this only some damaged parts are replaced. They agreed not to change it so that the children would miss their hometown.

“Come, come in,” invite Grandma Alma. “Do not hesitate,” he added while embracing Marissa's waist. “Papa You used to play here. In fact, even though Hasa could not come back here, Restu still came. She is like our son,” said the eighty-year-old woman.

Marissa was moved to hear the words of Grandma Alma. He sat down next to Iyash. While Grandma Alma went inside to call her husband because the granddaughter she longed for came without giving any news. Instead of being angry, of course they feel happy, even though they do not prepare anything to welcome him.

 Iyash got up and hugged his grandfather. As before Iyash mentioned that his hand suffered a broken bone.

“You're a handyman,” ledek Juragan Hartanto.

Iyash just smiled.

“This who?” ask the eighty-one-year-old.

“Marissa, Sir. Restu's son, do you remember? Last time here, Iyash time is still SMA,” said Granny Alma. “Mom didn't know Restu had a child this beautiful,” he said.

Juragan Hartanto nodded with a smile. While Marissa herself immediately gave her greeting while peeping the back of her hand.

“Sumur no one knows,” said the Hartanto juragan as he sat on the sofa of his house.

Marissa's smile slowly faded away. Perhaps it has been his fate to be orphaned since Junior High.

“On drink first,” says Granny Alma. “It just so happens that Pastri is cooking. We'll eat.”

Marissa nodded while taking the glass from the table. Iyash still looked relaxed. Actually he felt his hands throbbing pain, moreover he forgot to bring the medicine.

“Marissa does not say much yes, different from her father,” seductive Grandma Alma.

“Do not ask him to talk, chatty, noisy,” Iyash said while sitting upright.

Marissa soaked her throat and smiled clumsily.

“Oh so?” Grandma Alma again pinched the edge of Marissa's chin.

Marissa smiled again.

Suddenly the phone lying on top of the buffet rang loudly.

“Bu, phone,” said Hartanto, as if he had memorized how his wife's phone sounded.

Grandma Alma smiled. He got up and left the sofa. Lastri came back with a plate of fried bananas that were still hot.

“Iya, here. Just arrived,” replied Granny Alma.

“No said I wanted to go there. Where he is sick again,” complained Ira was restless.

“He didn't come here alone, Ra, same Marissa.”

“Marissa?”

“Iya, his son Restu.”

“Iya, know. They didn't say they were going. Iyash is again hospitalized,” said Ira worried.

“Yeah, why? He said only broken bones.”

“What bone fractures? Last night he was shot by people, he also just finished surgery early this morning,” said Ira.

“Astaghfirullah, I don't think so. Iyash-iyash.” Grandma Alma shook her head slowly.

Both of Hasa's parents do not know that the youngest child and also her daughter-in-law are arranging a divorce. All they know is that everything is fine.

“Let Iyash rest first here.”

“Iya, thanks, Bu.”

“Nek.” Suddenly Iyash called.

Granny Alma turned her head, but without taking her phone away.

“Whose room do I use?”

“Oh yes, grandma forgot to say. There is a young man from Jakarta who is doing a reset for his novel.”

Iyash.

“No more comfortable rooms. So, Grandma asked him to sleep in your room.”

Of course, Iyash designed the room very well. Wherever he would make it his place home, not as a stopover.

“So now where do I sleep?” ask Iyash.

“Bu, mom,” call Ira on the phone.

“Iya?” sahut Granny Alma.

Iyash sighed, because he had just been ignored.

“I want to talk to Iyash.”

Alma's grandmother gave her cell phone to Iyash. “Your mother.”

“Well, Grandma didn't say it was Mama.”

“Why? You don't want to talk?”

Iyash soaked his throat, as if he had just swallowed the rebuttal he wanted to convey. He was forced to accept the phone.

“Iya, Ma?”

“You why go quietly?” Ira is stuck.

“There is a business,” answer Iyash briefly.

“Can't be delayed?”

“Ngak.”

“Why can you equal Icha?”

“Neventually met on board.”

“You evicted him from the hospital?”

“He who wants to go home.”

“Yash, you–”

“Udah, Mom. Iyash doesn't want to talk about anything. It's fine here.” Iyash then returned the phone to Grandma.

“You escaped from Mama?” granny asked Alma while taking the phone from Iyash's hand.

Iyash shook his head, then left.