Behind The Lies
A Handful of Fear

Angkasa and Ashilla stand in front of a bright white house that never seems to be left dull. Slowly Space pressed down on the bell. Not long after the door opened. Ashilla immediately hugged the hands of Space. He always wanted to show who he was to others.

“Sore, Aunty,” greet Space to the middle-aged woman standing in front of them.

“Angkasa?” The woman glanced at Angkasa at a glance, then turned her gaze to Ashilla.

Angkasa quickly grabbed the hand of Ira as Iyash's mother and kissed the back of the woman's hand while bowing.

“This is Ashilla, the future wife of Angkasa, Aunt,” said Angkasa while upholding his body.

“Calon wife?”

Ashilla smiled as she nodded, then did the same as Angkasa did to the woman.

“Yes, we met in America. Ashilla is actually a native of Jakarta, but lives a long time in New York, from small.” Space turned to Ashilla. “Honey, this is Aunt Ira, Mama Iyash, but also my Mama, I often nginep here if Mama and Papa again outside Negri.”

Ashilla smiled again. Angaksa once introduced Ashilla to his parents when they went on vacation to New York. At that time the two parents of Angkasa also met with Miranti and Ganjar. Actually, the two families already know each other, so it is natural that Ganjar asks them to get married soon.

“Hm. Want to see Iyash?” asked Iyash's mother while shifting, allowing the two guests to enter. Ashilla could not help but circulate the view, all the contents in the house were white, there were only a few gray ones. But still more shades of white so it looks very bright and luxurious.

“Says Iyash is sick?” ask Space.

“Ah, in the wind, last night home soaked. He said that he drowned,” Ira replied as he stepped up.

“I,” replied Ashilla. “Iyash out my nolong, Aunt.”

Ira turned around and looked at Ashilla. “Oh.”

“Yes, Iyash abis nolong Ashilla. Space to here to say thanks.”

Ira nodded, then turned around and walked back. “Iyash in room. Just go there, because he does not want to go down, eat only dianterin. If it hurts he plugs.”

“His room is still in front of the balcony, ‘kan?” ask Space.

“Udah move. You haven't been here long.” Ira patted Space's back. “Since returning from Spain Iyash made his own room. It's like home. So the second floor has him all, especially Kak Rasya is not here. Sunning clothes now not above, he made the backyard to dry.”

“Enak yes have architects, pantes atmosphere of this house is different,” said Angkasa.

“Yes, as you can see. He liked the color white, all the contents of this house were replaced with white, only a few ashes. He is also more powerful here.” Ira ended the story with a crisp laugh. “Tuh, the garden behind is very beautiful. Auntie Sama Om until like to stay there for a long time.”

“Om how, Aunt, healthy?”

“Alhamdulillah, Om healthy. More in Surabaya.”

“Oh, since when?”

“Weekly.”

“Tante still open catering?”

“Still. The kitchen is the same in the back. Iyash used to offer to redesign the kitchen and maid rooms. Just Aunty said no need, need a big cost.”

“Hm.”

Ashilla is just a listener. What he clearly saw was that Iyash's mother was very kind and friendly. But only in space. Since then, the woman has not made eye contact with him.

“Tante again ready to eat, later tonight Rasya want to come here.” Ira turned to the left, while Ashilla and Angkasa stared in front of the stairs. “You can go directly to Iyash's room, yes.”

“Iya, Aunt.”

Ashilla followed Angkasa, but all the way Space did not release his hand. Even knocking on the door, he put his hand together with Ashilla's.

Ashilla laughed amusedly at Angkasa's behavior, while Angkasa himself only smiled, then looked straight at the whitewashed door leaf. When the door opens the atmosphere of ash is in it. It's beautiful and neat. Ashilla had just seen the first room and was as beautiful as it was.

Iyash not only made his room as a bed or as a place to rest, but more to a place that understands his feelings.

“Lu,” said Iyash as he sighed. He stared at the old hand grips of Angkasa and Ashilla. It seems that the breaking up news was a lie.

“Wind entry bit.” Iyash quickly turned around and walked in.

“Gue is here to say thanks,” said Angkasa at the door.

Iyash responded to Angkasa's thanks by thumping while sitting on the triangular sofa available in front of the round table. Just like a cafe, the sofa there are three pieces with beautiful colors themed monochrome. “Please sit down,” he said as he pointed at the empty sofa.

Ashilla turned to Angkasa who remained fixed in front of the door.

“Gue is not long, just want to say thanks,” said Angkasa, but immediately Ashilla scowled.

“Kok is?” ask Ashilla annoyed. He wanted to unite the two friends.

“Ya. I want to say thank you doang. Oh yes–” Angkasa just remembered that he had to apologize also to Iyash, while Iyash himself had never apologized to him even though he had made him enter the hospital. “You guys want to say sorry for last night.”

“Not necessary.”

The sky stared at Ashilla. However, his words remained aimed at Iyash. “I-iya, I don't need to apologize because I'm sure you're sorry for me, like I'm already sorry you for the incident a week ago.”

Ashilla flabbergasted. He did not expect that Space would discuss that.

Iyash smiled cynically. “So, do you think we break even?”

“No,” reject fast Space. “Nobody is breakeven. I just want to say thank you, anyway if not Ashilla who asked me also will not do that.”

“So, you are not sincere.”

“Honey we go home.” Space pulls Ashilla's hand.

“But, Darling–” Ashilla brandished a crackle bag with the minimarket logo on Angkasa. Slowly Angkasa let go of his hand and let Ashilla give him a bag of bread and milk.

Ashilla was nervous. Slowly he stepped inside Iyash's room. “Sorry presumptuous,” he said slowly. He continued to draw closer to Iyash, then advocated for the crackle bag in his hand.

“What is this?” iyash asked as he got up and stood in front of Ashilla who was as high as his chest.

Ashilla looked up and looked at the young man's shady face.

“Make the sick look,” the Space Sambar that is still standing in front of the door. It seems that he did not want to go into Iyash's room.

“Neventless. You take it again,” Iyash told Space, he doesn't even care about Ashilla in front of him.

Ashilla was flabbergasted, she set her eyes on Space.

Angkasa knew and he was sad to see Ashilla's disappointed face. “The girl I bought with her own money. Please appreciate.”

Iyash stared at the old woman in front of him. It made her even less powerful and kept on thinking about Aruna. “Thank you,” he said as he took over the crackle bag from Ashilla's hand.

“Sama-sama,” said Ashilla. “Sorry just–”

“Neot to apologize, Honey let's go home,” sambar Angkasa fast. However, his invitation was not heeded Ashilla, he was upset and chose to pull the woman's hand and invite her away from Iyash's room.

But Ashilla did not take her eyes off Iyash. “Sorry,” hisses slowly.

Iyash's heart is beating. Ashilla's departure was exactly what happened ten years ago and it made Iyash unable to hold himself back, so he took a step and held Ashilla in his arms.

The sky is flabbergasted to see Iyash hugging Ashilla. While Ashilla herself was trembling with both eyes, she was filled with Iyash's breath.

“Do not go.” Ashilla heard the word, but Iyash did not intend to say it so that only Ashilla heard it.

“Iyash!” Space pushed Iyash's shoulder. However, Iyash still hugged Ashilla, even tighter than before, so Angkasa's anger grew bigger, so he decided to pull the man's collar rough. “Lu can't be arbitrary.”

Space was about to pop a fist when Iyash turned around and let go of his embrace, but Ashilla held back her hand. “We go,” take the woman.

Breath of Space hunting held back the anger that was already at the top of the crown. He wanted to beat up Iyash, if not for Ashilla he might have finished him off, though he himself was not sure of it.