Behind The Lies
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In the afternoon Ashilla returned home as usual, however, the news that he arrived late to the office had reached the grandfather, so when he had just set foot on the floor of the European-style house, it was, he immediately got a question.

“Opa hear you are late to come to the office, where first? Said it was just taking the Space to the Airport.”

Ashilla even sighed. He seems to be discussing what happened this morning.

“Where to first?” insist Ganjar. He then looked out. “Where is the car, why take a taxi?”

“Aman in workshop,” replied Ashilla lethargic.

“Why can? You were in an accident?”

Ashilla took a deep breath and took it out slowly. “Free leaking tire.

“Don't mind your grandson Opa, keep you acting at will and come as you please, you must remain disciplined and set a good example to other employees. Time only tires leak you come through lunch?” nagel Ganjar.

Getting such a nagging Ashilla was getting even more annoyed. “Shilla tired, Opa, want to rest.” He then went into the room and locked the door.

“Shilla!”

Ashilla did not respond to the grandfather, although he was quite mature, he was still childish.

In the bathroom the twenty-eight-year-old woman tried to get rid of her fatigue by soaking in warm water. His head drooped on the lip of the tub, slowly he closed his eyes and lowered his head until completely wet. A few seconds in the water suddenly the shadow of Iyash made him aghast. His chest thumped in pain, all of Iyash's shadows as he kissed, hugging him for the first time and as Iyash held his departure in arms swirled in memory. I don't know why that feeling can't stop. He felt he had betrayed Space.

Ashilla brushed her wet face, then got up and left the water, then grabbed a towel and wrapped her body. In front of the mirror he stared blankly at his eyes. I don't know why Iyash's shadow won't go out of his mind.

“Angkasa, sorry,” murmured slowly. He slapped his left chest slowly. The thump behind his chest was getting even tighter. “Jeez, Lord.” There was no point in him lingering in front of the mirror and regretting the events of today or all his encounters with Iyash.

Ashilla quickly came out of the bathroom and immediately dried her hair and got dressed. After that he lay down his body in bed while waiting for the call of Angkasa, unfortunately he will not get any call because Angkasa is still on the way. The longhaired woman then chose to send a message to Miranti.

[Bund, today Space is back in New York.]

Before long the message immediately got a reply from the mother.

[Yes, Mother asked. Suddenly Sam could not photoshoot, so Space replaced him.]

[Sam why?]

[Accident.]

[Oh my goodness.]

[You are patient, Angkasa has said that he will not extend his contract again, because when you decide to stay in Jakarta, he will also stay there. All this time you were the reason she worked with Mother.]

Ashilla's heart is beating. I don't know what's going to happen as long as Space doesn't exist. Will he feel lonely?

[How is it?] Ashilla just switched the conversation.

[Fussing. Nanyain you continue, the plan next month Mother asked Angkasa to take her to Jakarta.]

[Why is it not the same Mother?]

[We'll see later.]

[Hm.]

Ashilla closes the conversation and puts the phone on the table, suddenly a call comes in from an unknown number.

“Halo.”

Across the phone was only the sound of the wind. There is no warm greeting whatsoever, whether it is a call from a prankster or indeed a stray call.

“Halo, who is this?”

Ashilla quickly rose up and straightened her body. The feeling began to be uncomfortable because Iyash again crossed his imagination.

“Iyash?” guess slowly.

“Aruna?”

Ashilla was thrown away. Iyash did not contact him, but Aruna, and I don't know when Iyash thought so. Ashilla cut off the phone.

“Aruna?” Ashilla sighed. Iyash's call just left unsettled. “I'm not him, Yash,” muttered as he put his phone back down.

After that he closed his eyes, not yet a minute, suddenly the phone rang with a very forced Ashilla again raised the call without seeing who was calling.

“Listen,” said after putting the phone over the ear. “I'm not Aruna, no matter how similar I am to her, I'm Ashilla. Thanks for the help, but I hope you are more realistic.”

Ashilla then disconnects and goes back to sleep. However, suddenly the phone came back ringing and he really felt annoyed.

“What else? Is everything unclear?”

“Sayang?” Suddenly the sound of Space made both of Ashilla's eyes wide open. “Why you?”

“Angkasa?”

“Indeed who do you think?”

“No, there was a stray call. I didn't know it was you. Are you nyampe?”

“I again transit.”

“Oh, yes I forgot.”

“Whose phone are you on?”

“Iyash?” guess Space.

“Ngak, no.”

“So who else called you Aruna, besides her?”

Ashilla was instantly moved. Only then did he remember the words he had uttered earlier.

"I'm sorry" he said slowly. If he hadn't given Iyash his cell phone number this afternoon.

"Why does he know your number?"

Ashilla was suddenly stunned. There was no way he would tell the Space about today's incident.

“I don't know.”

“You must have given your number to him, yes, ‘kan?” accuse Space.

“Honey,” call Ashilla slowly. “I'm sorry–”

“Tuh, ‘kan ...”

“No, not that.”

“Keep what?”

“So, mmm ...”

“You better not hide anything from me.”

“Iya. This morning after I drove you, I helped mothers who wanted to give birth and in the hospital I met her.”

“Kok can?”

“Ya don't know.”

“Why should you dial a phone number?”

“The mother I helped died and I don't know where to take the baby.”

“So, Iyash help you?”

“Iya. He drove me to the Police station.”

Angkasa's breath felt blowing to the surface of Ashilla's ear.

“Sayang.” Ashilla felt guilty.

“Shillaaaa ..”

“I, I'm sorry.”

“I hope your meeting and closeness with Iyash is just that.”

“Iya.”

“I keep your promise.”

“Hm.” Although Angkasa considers it as Ashilla's promise, in fact, Ashilla never felt so. He wondered why Angkasa was so afraid of being so close to Iyash?

Surely the Space is getting scared and not feeling calm. Not yet to reach his destination, he was already faced with a very frightening thing. What if Ashilla switched to Iyash? Either it distracts, or it distracts the feeling.

“You ...” Suddenly Ashilla was confused to reconnect the conversation.

“Should I go back there?”

“Create what? Waste of time, waste of money.”

“I don't care about my money, with my time. I care more about you.”

“Don't be crazy. I'm just fine here. You don't believe me?” Ashilla began to get upset with Space's worries. I don't know what the man was afraid of, which obviously seems like Angkasa does not believe him.

“I know, I believe you're fine, but–”

“Please, you don't have to worry. i'm safe.”

The space is even more worried, fretting is getting bigger. He's not ready to lose Ashilla. “I'm not calm.”

“What should I do let you calm down?”

“I request access all your social media.”

Ashilla frowned. “Any. You, ‘kan know I only use whatsapp email, but now I use telegram for group office.”

“Yes it's okay, anyway I ask access.”

“Ngak!” reject Ashilla firmly. “You want to plow my privacy?”

“Ngak-no not that.” It seems that Angkasa has just realized that his desire has broken one agreement.

“Udah ah. I got a headache. I want to sleep.” A second later, Ashilla broke the connection until she did not want to hear Space's response again. As long as he was in a relationship with Angkasa, he never wanted to master the Space. Then why now Angkasa even behave like he wants to control himself?