Behind The Lies
Make a Report

Before they left for the police station, Ashilla complained about the blood on the seat of her car. He vomited because of the smell that stung his nose.

“I called my friend first,” said Iyash took the initiative. He hooks up a call to Raffa and asks him to send people to pick up Ashilla's car from the hospital and take her to the car wash.

“If the nodes are difficult to lose, please change the seat skin, let me transfer the money later. You see it's an Opa,” car Ashilla said.

Iyash turned to the pink-clad woman and immediately continued Ashilla's line to the person on the phone. After that he disconnected and gave one helmet to Ashilla. “Sorry to take motor.”

“Not to apologize.” Ashilla grabbed the helmet from Iyash's hand. He then put it on, yet he let the helmet strap dangle without locking it. “Already.”

Iyash looked at him for a long time. He then approached and helped lock the helmet Ashilla was wearing. Ashilla's heart suddenly thumped to see Iyash very close to his face. He was afraid that Iyash would kiss him again like he did at the restaurant the other day.

“This if the wind can escape,” said Iyash slowly.

“Oh.”

After the helmet locked, the man quickly climbed onto his bike followed by Ashilla. That day Iyash didn't say much, but the movement was fast. Such a man acted a little talk, making Ashilla feel curious and want to hear Iyash talk more, or at least discuss the events at the reunion. Uh but for what? Ashilla just felt goiter with the incident.

“His family must be sad,” said Ashilla intends to lure Iyash into the chat. But the man was so focused on driving that he did not respond. Perhaps Ashilla spoke less loudly because of the roar of the motorbike and the wind that was simple, not to mention the sound of other vehicles that added to the noise of the streets of the capital.

“Yash.” Ashilla patted the man on the shoulder. “His family must be sad, ‘kan?”

“No one is not sad left by our loved ones,” replied Iyash.

Ashilla was stunned to hear his sentence. Somehow he felt that Iyash delivered the sentence from the heart and fell back to the heart.

While the motor continues to drift in the hot sun. This is the first time Ashilla enjoys road pollution in driving. The wind blew from the front and flew his long hair, despite wearing a helmet, he was sure that his hair must have been a mess.

Arriving in front of the police station. Ashilla got down and tried to open the helmet, but couldn't. Iyash went to the police station first. Ashilla put on the helmet and stood next to her.

“Why not open?” ask Iyash slowly.

“No can,” whispered Ashilla shy.

Iyash quickly lowered his face and looked at Ashilla's chin, the helmet hook was still locked, he was actually curious, was Ashilla first wearing a helmet or was the woman just looking for his attention?

“I've tried a few times, but still can't,” complained Ashilla slowly.

Iyash smiled knot.

“I really can't,” added Ashilla reassured the man, it seems he felt that Iyash's smile was just to mock him.

“Indeed you have never worn a helmet?” ask Iyash and open it.

Ashilla shook her head. “Maybe.” The woman shrugged her shoulders. “I forgot.”

“Bicycle?”

I don't know why Iyash had to ask such a trivial thing. Is that really that important? Ashilla was silent for a while, then shook her head. “If not by car, I used to walk.”

“Oh.”

Ashilla stared at Iyash's good looks. It seems that Iyash is quite smart to take care of himself, seen from his neat appearance, clean skin with a tone that is not dark and not too white. For Ashilla, Iyash is not excessive in expressing his appearance as well as Angkasa.

“Already, Shill,” said Iyash, but Ashilla was still staring at him, even though Iyash had straightened his body. “Shil.” Iyash snapped a finger in front of the woman's face.

“Sorry, thanks.” Ashilla looked nervous and downcast.

Iyash sat opposite the man in the brown uniform, he was forced to talk a lot while Ashilla herself spoke as necessary when asked questions only.

Done from the police station, Iyash took Ashilla to a restaurant because the time had entered lunchtime. “You daydream a lot, who knows if you eat, you can be more connected.”

Ashilla snorts. “Indeed I'm mobile.”

“Mobile needs to be charged, it needs a strong signal to be used properly, humans do, too, maybe your brain needs at least fluid to be able to think clearly after what you passed today.”

“But, I'm not laper.”

“But, I'm hungry,” said Iyash. “Terupon if you don't want to eat nothing.”

“Thank you for today, if there is no you I do not know how.”

Iyash smiled slightly. Ashilla just appreciated herself. No need to give a gift to say thank you for saying so is more proud than anything that can be presented.

“Just a coincidence,” said Iyash pretended to be unhappy.

“Nothing is a coincidence, I never believed a coincidence, for me all has a way.”

Iyash nodded as he wet his throat.

They enter an Italian restaurant that Iyash had visited with Aruna. Ashilla looked for a seat by the window and it managed to invite Iyash's memory again because Aruna chose to sit there.

“What do you want to order?” ask Iyash after sitting down.

“As far as you are, original I no longer appetite.”

“Drink?”

“He avocado juice, I iced lemon aja.”

“Ngak,” reject Ashilla fast. “I don't like avocado juice, I iced lemon too, same as him.”

“Good, please wait.”

Iyash stared at Ashilla. He just turned Aruna on in that woman. Ashilla herself had just noticed it. He actually likes avocado juice, but chooses to lie by saying the opposite because he does not want Iyash to be in a dream as if he ate that afternoon accompanied by Aruna, although Ashilla did not know how similar she was to the woman she had heard her name so often.

“I love that blood again,” complained Ashilla.

“No need to mention, it even makes you want to imagine it.”

Ashilla stared at Iyash. The man had never said anything useless, even it seemed like he was very rarely pleasantries.

“You like ravioli?” ashilla asked shortly after the two ravioli plates landed on the table.

“Iya. You ask me to choose, so I choose it, if you don't like it should say from the beginning,” said Iyash flatly without staring at his interlocutor.

“Not. I also like kok,” said Ashilla is not happy.

“Then eat. Be thankful today can still eat.”

Ashilla was stunned and immediately bowed to enjoy the food. He forced himself to eat, even though he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

“I have to say what is the same Opa?”

“Say everything, there is no point in you covering.”

“I'm afraid Opa is worried. As long as I can handle it, I don't need to involve anyone else.”

“Pak Ganjar your grandfather, ‘kan? Honestly, it is better than covering up the truth to make him not worry, anyway Mr. Ganjar will still know. Whether it's from yourself or someone else.”

“Iya-iya,” spiteful Ashilla pissed. “I should have known you long ago, that way I would have made you my spiritual teacher.”

The deg! Iyash's chest was like being hit by a heavy object, so he stopped chewing. What Ashilla said just now, was exactly what she heard thirteen years ago from Aruna's mouth.

“You have a girlfriend?” ask Ashilla suddenly.

“Why?”

“I'm afraid your girlfriend is angry.”

Iyash.

“So, what kind of women are you looking for?”

Iyash chose to sip lemon ice instead of answering Ashilla's question.

“Like me?” guess the woman's origin. Immediately Iyash raised his face and silently looked at him. Then Ashilla's ruckus sounded and it made her blink. “I'm kidding. Which might be like me. You must be looking for a different one with your ex-boyfriend,’kan?”

Iyash did not respond and chose to finish his drink.

“Pity of your next boyfriend, he must be sad because you still can not rise from your past love.”

Iyash is rising. “I'll drive you home now.”

“Eh ..” Ashilla flabbergasted. “But my food is not finished.”

Iyash doesn't care. He chose to call the waiter and ask for a bill, after paying him a look at Ashilla. “I'm waiting for you outside. Unless you want to go home by yourself.” A second later he passed.

The man's facial features changed and it made Ashilla feel guilty. He quickly got up and caught up with Iyash. “Yash, did I speak wrong?”

Iyash did not respond.

“If I'm wrong, I'm sorry,” Ashilla said as she grabbed the helmet Iyash had given her.

Iyash again did not respond and went straight to his bike. “Yash,” call Ashilla again. “I'm sorry yes, if I offended you.”

“Quick, I have to go to project.”

Ashilla sighed. “Antar me to the office.”

Iyash immediately poked the gas and sped away. Ashilla stared at the young man's back, the scent of musk returning to the wind and landing in her kiss. Ah, he hates that memory again. Why did Iyash have to kiss his lips?

I don't know how long they've been traveling, which Ashilla obviously feels very long let alone no chat. When he got off the bike, Ashilla apologized again. However, Iyash still ignored him. Iyash received the helmet from his hand without speaking.

Ashilla was even scowling. “Iyash, thanks.”

Iyash nodded and left with his vehicle. Ashilla himself sculpted in front of the Wijaya Group company building.