Behind The Lies
The guy at the restaurant

Miranti shook her head and slowly let go of the man's hand. “Your son or not, I've had a hard time raising him alone.”

“Mir, I've been looking for you for so long, I hope to meet you, please let me take responsibility for all that's missed in my life.”

“I am sincere and I am happy with my son and grandson,” said Miranti. Two seconds later he turned around and got into the car.

Meanwhile, Ashilla's heart was struggling to hear a reality that she herself did not understand why it had to be like this?

Hasa herself turned around as she was about to return to the restaurant, but she stared and her eyes flashed with Ashilla. He did not dare to say hello, even with Ashilla who felt very foreign to the man. Ashilla quickly took a step and walked to her car.

Suddenly a car stops in front while Miranti's car passes from the place, one family gets out of the car and gets closer to Hasa. “Papa wait outside?”

 Ashilla quickly turned her head and her heart melted when she saw the woman who had just called ‘Papa’ to Hasa and it was Iyash's mother, while one man was her brother Iyash and his children and wife.

“Iyash later from the project directly here,” said Ira.

Ashilla's heart was pounding and stifling. He quickly gets into the car before Ira realizes his whereabouts. However, he did not immediately go and instead stayed behind the wheel, even though the family had entered the restaurant.

Not long after Ashilla saw Iyash's motorbike stop in front of the restaurant, his heart pounding. If his mother had ever had anything to do with his father Iyash, then what does that have to do with Iyash?

Iyash is unaware of Ashilla's whereabouts, he quickly enters the restaurant, not usually the father invites him to gather during the day, probably because dinner is often missed. His family gathered inside. His parents are Rasya, Priska, Queensha and little Prince.

 “Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

“Not too late, ‘kan?” ask Iyash while sitting down.

“New to start,” replied the mother. “Outside it's a bit cloudy, you're not raining?”

Iyash.

“It has a car, but it is rarely used,” Rasya said.

“Later if you have a new family used,” replied Iyash.

While Hasa seemed to be daydreaming about the incident a few minutes ago. The woman who was with Miranti was a person who was very similar to Aruna whom she had heard her story from her wife. Ira was telling me about the lover of Angkasa who was very similar to Aruna.

“Papa why?” ask Iyash.

“Nothing. Yuk direct order aja.”

Iyash nodded and began to look through the menu that afternoon at their favorite restaurant. After recording the order the waiter left the table.

“You said, later if you have a family car used? Does the candidate already exist?” ask Ira curiously.

“Ada.”

“Know dong,” goda Ira.

“Iya later sooner or later Iyash knowsin.”

Ira smiled, even with Hasa who seemed to be still watching and not fully enjoying the event, while Rasya and Priska were trying to calm Queensha and Prince who were fighting over the menu paper. Queensha was having fun reading while Prince, a one-year-old boy was having fun seizing whatever his brother was holding.

***

Ashilla's night seemed lethargic, especially Miranti avoiding the incident last day. The woman is busy packing clothes because tomorrow she has to go back to New York. This afternoon was not the reason for Miranti's return there, but she had already discussed this with Ashilla and Ganjar as well, even Asa already knew.

“Bund, back again yes, Shilla still needs Mommy,” said Ashilla as she stepped into Miranti's room.

“Too long, Shill.” Miranti stuffed the clothes into the suitcase.

“Not yet a week. Just three days, time to go home?”

“We've been talking about this since the beginning.”

“Bund, please.”

“No way, Shill,” said Miranti while still packing and not seeing Ashilla.

“At least Mommy explained the incident earlier.”

Miranti looked at me. “Nothing to explain, he's not your Papa.”

Ashilla.

“That's the past and Mommy is lazy to discuss it because it can affect our current time.”

Ashilla sighed. “What is Edgar's Papa?”

“Shilla!” miranti.

Ashilla gasps.

Miranti had asked Ashilla to be quiet and not discuss it, but why did Ashilla continue to force her?

“Sorry, Bund.” Ashilla hugged Miranti. All this time he tried not to make Miranti angry because however only Miranti he had. “Sorry, Shilla promised never to bring that person up again.”

Miranti nodded while patting Ashilla on the back. “Sometimes we need ourselves more than anyone else.”

Ashilla nodded.

“Do not until your presence here change your destination.”

Ashilla nodded again and Miranti slowly let go of her embrace. “Men are not everything.” Miranti clasped the child's cheek. “You must prove that you are strong without them.”

“If you find your past here, remember you shouldn't go back to that time,” Miranti added.

Ashilla.

“Mother leaving tonight.”

“Tomorrow,” whine Ashilla.

“Sometimes you are more spoiled than your own child.” Miranti pinched her son's nose until it turned red. He then left the room while dragging the suitcase. Slowly Ashilla followed him.

“Opa got word that Pak Yayan's grandson was in the hospital due to convulsions,” Ganjar said when he saw Miranti dragging a suitcase.

Miranti sighed and turned to Ashilla. “You have to take Mommy.”

Ashilla had persuaded the woman enough, but her flight could not be delayed. Asa ran hugging Miranti's waist.

“Mother will be here on Asa's birthday,” Miranti said to the boy.

Miranti smiled as she nodded. Asa also let go of her embrace.

“Asa wait at home. Mama wants to nganter Mommy to Airport.”

Asa nodded. Miranti was saying goodbye to her father. Ganjar was used to being left behind and he didn't try to keep Miranti here.

Ashilla helps her mother carry the suitcase out, then puts it in the trunk and Miranti is already sitting in front. Ashilla sat down next to her and prepared at the wheel, slowly turning to her mother. “Sure, Bund?”

“Ya.”

The car sped away leaving Ganjar's yard. Three days of gathering is enough to give a beautiful impression in each other's hearts. Although at this time something stuck in Ashilla's heart related to the meeting of the mother with her father Iyash.

“Sorry, discuss the incident again, but it really stuck, Bund.”

Miranti sighed. “Ya what is it?”

“The man at the restaurant last afternoon, it–” Ashilla turned a glance towards Miranti to make sure that the woman heard him. “Dia ... her father Iyash.”

“What?”

Ashilla nodded. “Shilla was also shocked, Bund.”

Miranti threw her back against the back of the chair. “You better stay away from Iyash.”

“Loh why? Nothing to do with your past, ‘kan?”

“For there is no third person between you and Angkasa.”

Ashilla's heart is beating.

“It's not just a suggestion, it's a request.”

Ashilla sighed, then nodded.