Behind The Lies
It's Takes Time

After the show was over, Ashilla finally realized that she did not see Iyash. “Pak, from earlier I did not see Iyash, where ya?” ask Marwan.

Either Ashilla is aware of Space's jealousy or not. He was busy looking for another man rather than paying attention to his own courtship that had been beside him.

“Nak Iyash is sick. We got word that he couldn't get in because he said last night he caught wind,” Marwan said.

“Oh.” Ashilla looked up at Space. “Not visible,” said clumsy.

Space can only gulp. She is increasingly worried and afraid that Ashilla's affection will turn to Iyash.

Marwan himself smiled at Ashilla's clumsiness. “There's a message? Let me tell you later.”

“Emh .. happened to be my future husband is his friend Iyash, has not seen for a long time and the plan he wants to do coffee for a while before returning to New York.”

The sky nodded friendly. Thankfully she was relieved because even though Ashilla kept mentioning Iyash's name at least the woman introduced herself as a future husband.

“Oh so. Later Mr. convey.”

“Not done, Sir. Let today we go to his house,” said Angkasa.

“You're serious?” Of course Ashilla was happy because she would see that face again.

Space was silent for a few seconds. He was wrong for saying something he shouldn't have said. Ashilla would definitely continue to ask him if he were to correct the sentence.

“She still lives in the old house, ‘kan, Sir?” tanya Angkasa diverted Ashilla's question.

“Iya, from long ago there, the family of Mr. Hasa never moved.”

“Good, thanks, Mr.”

“Sama-sama.”

“Pak then we say goodbye,” said Ashilla.

“Iya, please convey our thanks to Ganjar.”

Ashilla nodded. He said goodbye and went home after greeting.

Space itself was silent and did not bring up what he said to Marwan. He pretended to focus on his wheel, but his head was busy looking for an excuse to dodge and distract Ashilla.

“Honey, what should we bring to the house of Iyash?”

The heart of space is beating. Ashilla, if she wants, would call her that. She knew very well that Ashilla really wanted to go to Iyash's house.

“Other times, Honey, yes?” Space paused his sentence. “You, ‘kan know, I have to prepare for my departure tomorrow.”

Ashilla clucked. “Terus why should you say that to Mr Marwan? If it turns out you really have no intention.”

“Not so.”

“Keep what?”

“Honey, but–”

“Ah.” Ashilla sighed. “Newly this time you are not in accordance with what you said.”

Both eyes of Space. “Ya– yes already, we go there,” said Angkasa rigid. This is where her pride as a man is at stake because Ashilla always sees men from speech as well as action.

The woman smiled and twitched spoiled in the Space arm as usual. If Angkasa granted his wish, he would forget about something else and would behave like that again.

“What do we bring?” ask Ashilla again.

“No need to bring anything.”

“Cause sick people do not bring souvenirs.”

“By-by. He is not a child.”

Ashilla instantly distanced her hand from Space's arm. He sat up straight and looked at the man. “You–”

“I'm jealous,” tuk Angkasa fast.

Ashilla smiled faintly. I don't know why he likes to see the sky like this.

“Then I'll approach Iyash, let you be jealous,” Ashilla's tease while pinching Space's chin.

The man turned a little. “Honey, no,” the header is slow.

“Iya will not.” Ashilla then pinched Angkasa's nose.

“Duh, there will be a comedy,” complained the white man.

“You also like it like me.” This time it was Ashilla who sulked.

“Iya-iya. You brought chocolate. Iyash likes, let alone torn bread chocolate jam same milk. Tuh, ‘kannya kayak kiddie.”

“Ngak. I also like milk bread, you don't?” bela Ashilla's.

“Ya you brought it.”

“OK. Later stop at mini market.”

Looking excited, Ashilla got out of the car and entered without waiting for Space. The woman went straight to the bakery cupboard, then she picked up two packets of brown jam torn bread, then she went to the UHT milk cupboard and chose two flavors, chocolate and tasteless.

Angkasa himself is busy choosing food for him and also his favorite soft drinks. He let Ashilla vote, after it was done the woman immediately queued at the cashier and completely forgot about it.

While standing in front of the cashier Ashilla stared at the row of chocolate bars and she remembered anything about Iyash when she saw chocolate. So take a few chocolate bars and include them when paying. When he turned around he immediately crossed paths with Space. “Honey? Aduuuh, I forgot,” he said while hitting his own forehead.

“What?”

“Bentar.” Ashilla quickly ran and took her favorite potato snack along with a bottle of yogurt, then returned to Angkasa. “I remember it's just this, just as see you bring the same soda snack, I remember if I want this too.” Ashilla gave the unpaid food to Space. “Please payin yes, I wait for you in the car.”

“Iya.”

“Still.” Ashilla went outside and waited in front of the car. While Angkasa was pensive at the thought of Ashilla's happy-looking expression, it was exactly like a woman who was about to meet the person she liked.

“Udah?” ashilla asked as she had just walked out of the minimarket.

“If I haven't come out yet.”

“Sooooooooo,” comments Ashilla while following the Space to the car.

Space turned. “Sayang.” He pulled Ashilla's hand and placed it on the chest. “Sick.”

Ashilla clucked and kept her hands away from Space's chest. “I went there with you, the point here is I drove you to meet him to apologize da ber–”

“Thank you .. don't need to be reworked,” said Angkasa trimmed Ashilla's sentence.

Ashilla passed through space and got into the car. “You shouldn't be jealous,” he said shortly after Space came in and took the helm.

“Finished your expression is excessive.”

“No, ordinary, just jealous people's feelings.”

Snorted space.

“Quick walk,” pinta Ashilla.

“Iya.” The car drove away from the minimarket yard to Iyash's house. “Do I cancel going to New York?”

“Why? He said accelerated, suddenly void.

“Where is dong?” Space raises shoulders. “I'm afraid you're close to Iyash.”

Ashilla chuckles. “Although it is close, will not be able to beat my closeness with you.”

“If it turns out he makes you comfortable?”

Ashilla.

“You can't answer.”

“Thinking it?”

“It. Moreover, she keeps calling you Aruna.”

“Although yes, he will be my friend and you will still be my girlfriend.”

“Daughter, when did I become your husband,” Angkasa murmur.

“After you marry me.”

Space glimpsed. “Then let's get married,” take her.

Ashilla was silent.

“I've talked about this with Opa. When are we ready too? Yes, I answer next month I am ready,” added Angkasa sure.

Ashilla clucked and turned her eyes the other way. He seems to be lazy to talk about this again.

“Every relationship has a purpose. If not marriage, then what? We can't be forever like gini.” Space continues to convince Ashilla.

“Hm.” Ashilla was still staring out the window.

“Everytime you are asked that, you have no answer. Am I not your destination?”

“I need time,” Ashilla said slowly.

“You just answer, I'm your destination isn't it?”

“Iya.” Ashilla. “You are my destination, I also want to marry you, but the problem is, I am not ready.”

“What makes you feel like you are not ready?” ask Space more slowly. “Are you still not sure about me?”

Ashilla sighed. “Household it's a lifetime journey. You know I've ever–”

“Iya. But Space–” stuck to his own sentence as if he knew what answer he would get.

Ashilla herself again sighed, as if the question of Space was a burden to her. “I'm not ready to tell my past to you.”