Behind The Lies
Lara Who Shimmered in Her Eyes

A pair of legs alternately take steps after getting out of the car. Three steps of the stairs passed by him very gracefully. “Assalamualaikum, Opa, Shilla home.” He stepped into the classic European-style house that has been Ganjar's residence so far.

“Waalaikumsalam.”

That afternoon Ganjar was sitting in front of the television enjoying a news broadcast that aired a national television. As Ashilla passed by and was about to enter the room she heard Ganjar's voice softly. “Tomorrow Opa must go, there is compensation to the orphanage. Yayan has taken care of, tomorrow you also have to come.”

Ashilla fell silent and pecked at where she stood. “If you don't come?” ask after a few seconds.

“Should follow, Opa should introduce you as the heir of Wijaya Group.”

Ashilla sighed. He can't possibly refuse.

“Jam seven.”

“But, Op–”

Suddenly the clinking bell in front of the main door of the house sounded loud. Ganjar House consists of only one floor that is wide and wide, there is a garden in the backyard that blends with the kitchen. There was a small pond with some goldfish.

“Shilla to room first, Opa.” Ashilla left immediately, however, Bi Sumi called out to her.

“Non Shilla, there are guests,” said the woman who has worked for almost thirty years in the house.

Ashilla gave the bag to Bi Sumi. “Please saved.”

“Good, Non.”

He saw a man standing at the door of the house. Spacewalk. Ashilla was very sure that the man was Space. The Jakarta man he met in New York two years ago. They have been in a relationship for almost a year. Angkasa said that he was serious and wanted to marry her, but Ashilla was not ready. With consideration he accepted the man who became fashion model Miranti Faradisa as his mother. Actually Ashilla does not mind the work of Space in the world of modeling, only she is afraid that Space can not accept his past.

“Hai,” greet Ashilla friendly.

Angkasa turned around and smiled, “Honey,” both his arms wide open to hug his lover. However, Ashilla instead stayed away, apparently she did not want Angkasa to smell the musk from the man who hugged her at the restaurant earlier.

“You're home? How did you not tell?” ask the woman while she retreats.

Angkasa's face frowned, slowly his two hands falling to the side. “My work with your Mama is done, so I go home.”

“Oh.”

“You didn't invite me in?” ask Space.

“I also just came home, tired, want to rest,” said Ashilla while massaging the nape of her own neck.

The sky was a little disappointed. “Know this, maybe I'll come tomorrow.”

“Sorry yes.” Ashilla wet her throat. “I can't bear to take a bath,” kilahnya, even though he was really afraid Angkasa would smell a strange scent on his body.

“Yes you have taken a shower, let me wait here, I also want to meet Opa.”

“Lain times aja.”

“So you don't want to see me?” accuse Space.

“Not. I'm glad you're home, but now I'm tired.”

Space takes a breath. “Ya already, but tomorrow we go, yes?”

“I can not, there is a promise with Opa for orphans charity event.”

“Then, I can come with.”

“Hmm, sorry but, kayaknyanggak can, it's a family event.” Ashilla seems to be looking for reasons to avoid Space.

“Why? I'm your husband-to-be, just like, ‘kan, do you not think of me as family?”

Ashilla sighed. “Not so, but...” He paused his sentence.

“But what? Your attitude just now is exactly like to a stranger, I feel not considered,” said Angkasa as he approached, but again Ashilla quickly retreated.

“Ngak.” Ashilla shook her head. “Ngak.”

Slowly Angkasa sniffed and smelled the scent of another perfume. “Contents you are different.”

Ashilla sighed. Finally, Space recognized the scent.

“Tadi I–”

“Tamunya not invited in?” Suddenly the voice of Anjar was heard from within and it saved Ashilla from the accusations of Space.

“Argh ... ck. You disgraced me. Though I can accompany Opa you play chess.”

“It looks like Opa can't chess,” Ashilla said as she pushed the back of Space. “Please, go home, next time we meet.”

“Iya.” Angkasa turned his head and landed his lips on Ashilla's cheek. As soon as Ashilla gasped and again remembered the man who had showered his face with a kiss a few hours ago.

When Angkasa was about to kiss her again, Ashilla quickly dodged her and the man pinched her nose until red. “Aw.” Ashilla grimaces.

“Sorry-sorry.” Space was about to see Ashilla's red nose, but Ashilla covered it with her hands. “I'm too hard ya pinch us?”

Ashilla nodded.

“I didn't know your skin was that sensitive, a little red.”

“But, this is really sick,” complained Ashilla.

“Apologies yes.” Angkasa was about to hug his lover, but Ashilla again avoided. While from a distance a man who was sitting in a silver fortune-teller car was watching towards them.

“Yes already, I'm home yes, darling.” Space waved its hand while retreating. “Honey, I forgot the flowers,” she cried as Ashilla was about to close the door.

“I didn't order.”

“I brought this from New York,” the man said as he gave the white Lily he was carrying.

“Ngarang.” Ashilla smashed the flower into the chest of Space. However, Angkasa's anxiety reoccurred, he pinched both of Ashilla's cheeks, but this time it was slower. “See you tomorrow,” said.

“Tomorrow we didn't meet.”

“Tomorrow again.”

“Ngak also.”

Space frowning. “Let me go back to New York.” He folded three fingers in the middle, then brandished his thumb and pinky, then brought them closer to his cheek. “Angkasa, you still have a contract, quickly return, do not continue dating Ashilla, later I say the same Aunt Miranti.” He looked at Ashilla. “Call from your Mama's assistant, the Ocha.”

This time Ashilla smiled. “Ya has quickly returned or just cancel the contract all of you.”

The man returned Ashilla's smile. “Later I get a fine,” he said as he walked backwards. “I'm home yes. Dah.”

“Hm.”

The man who happened to look like Verrel Bramasta was soon passed with his car and Ashilla quickly closed the door. However, just as he was about to step away, the bell rang again. Ashilla snorted in annoyance, then turned her body and pulled the doorknob. “What's lag–” Instantly his tongue choked and he quickly pushed the door.

The man who hugged and kissed her at the restaurant held the door and recommended an identity card to her. “You have it, ‘kan?”

Ashilla quickly snatched the ID card.

“Sorry about that, I was just wrong,” said the man.

Ashilla was silent and reluctant to respond. He was still pushing the door.

“Shil,” call Ganjar back. “Why are guests not invited in?”

“Please listen to me,” the man said as he continued to try to hold the door. “Tomorrow or the day after if God does not intend us to meet, we will definitely meet again,” said the man sure.

Ashilla's heart was beating fast. The two men's eyes glazed over and Ashilla dissolved for a moment in a sparkling solace in both of the men's eyes.

“Who, Shil?” ganjar asked as he approached while the man quickly moved his hand away from the door and stopped holding it.

Ashilla managed to close the door. “Ehm, nobody, Opa,” he replied as he turned and turned his back to the door. “Only anyone who happens to find my ID on the road.”

“Loh, fall? Why not sign in?”

“Create what? Saying thanks is enough. Don't be too good, Opa.” Ashilla did not thank the stranger.

“You are that. Rarely anyone is willing to come far to return the ID card. That means he's a good guy. You should have seen the sacrifice he made looking for the address of this house.”

“Forget, Opa. There are many people in this world who pretend to be good for the sake of achieving something,” Ashilla said as she walked past her grandfather.

“Continue interest? You didn't say thanks for the flowers?”

“This is from Space, he just came from New York.”

“Why not log in?”

“Shilla tired, again want to own.” The woman then went into the room.