Behind The Lies
Destiny is Always Finding

At exactly two o'clock and fifteen minutes Ashilla remembered that she had to pick Asa up. His work that afternoon was quite time-consuming. Before leaving the office, he tried to contact the school.

His call was connected, but he had to wait a few seconds for an answer.  “Halo.”

“Halo good afternoon, I am Shilla Mama Asa.” Without hesitation, he introduced himself. “Please tell Asa that I am late to pick her up.”

“Asa seems to be waiting in front accompanied by Mr. Satpam, while all his friends have gone home.”

“Please yes, sir, I'll leave Asa soon, I'm still on the road.”

“Iya, fine, Bu.”

“Thank you.”

Ashilla sighed and quickly closed the call. After that he ran out of the office, but before that he took time to meet Nova. “Nov, I go home first, if there is anything you directly contact me.”

“Good, Bu.”

The woman in burgundy again walked quickly to the parking lot. However, his car was blocked by another car. Ashilla immediately recorded the plate honda jazz silver car, then returned inside and asked Nur for ownership of the car.

“It's got Bu Rosmah,” replied Nur.

“I want to go out, please tell Ms. Rosma to move her car.”

“Iya, Mum.”

Ms. Rosmah has been part of Pak Ganjar's corporate personnel since the company was founded. Ashilla waited for two minutes for Ms. Rosmah to arrive. “Where are you going, Bu?” ask her to Ashilla

“You pick up Asa, Bu.”

“Oh, geez ouh sorry long.”

Everyone in the office knew that Asa was Ashilla's son. Ashilla seems to have a way of making peace with the past.

“Normally one o'clock?” asked Ms. Rosmah as she walked quickly to the parking lot.

“Iya. Past forgetfulness.”

Miss Rosmah managed to give her car a way. “Thank you, Mom, I first,” cried Ashilla who was already in the car.

“Yes, be careful,” said Ms. Rosma who was also in the car waving, after which she then filled the parking lot of Ashilla's car.

Finally after spending a few minutes, Ashilla was able to get out of the office area to Asa's school. However, on a trip far enough away and close to Asa's school, she had other difficulties, her car tire flattened and she was forced to stop by the roadside while contacting Asa's school.

“I'm sorry, sir, I'm really late by chance the tire of my car deflated. Please nitip Asa again yes, sir, I will be there via taxi.”

“Iya, it's okay, Asa is with me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Iya, equally, Bu.”

Ashilla immediately closed the call and tried to contact the workshop. Today it feels so messy. Earlier this morning he was upset by the newsless departure of Ganjar, so he decided to leave for fear of being late, at noon he got a call from the old man and told him that he was at the house of Mr. Rizwan, his neighbor. Ashilla believes it because she thinks she's why her grandfather lied.

“Lain times say.” Ashilla just said so.

And now in the middle of his cockiness, suddenly a motorbike stopped next to him.

“Why car, Ma'am?” ask a man.

“Bannya deflated, Mas,” replied Ashilla without turning to the origin of the voice and instead busy calling the workshop. “Where should I pick up my son again,” murmured.

“There are spare tires? Let me try to fix.”

Ashilla immediately turned her head to the side and she was surprised to see Iyash sitting on the bike with a big smile. “Iyash?”

“Hai.”

Ashilla sighed. He did not not not keep his promise to Angkasa or not obey Miranti, but, no matter how much he avoided, fate always brought him to the man.

“Why a coincidence, where are you going?” ask Ashilla nervously.

“You picked up Ponakan, happened to be Kak Rasya no need so he asked me to pick up his son.”

“There are spare tires?” ask Iyash.

As soon as Ashilla shook her head. “Neither.” Suddenly his phone rings again and a call comes in from Asa's school.

“Iya?” sahut Ashilla after bringing the phone to the ear.

“Mama, Asa laper.”

“Yeah, sorry, Honey. Mama's car was leaking. You're still there, ‘kan?”

“Iya.”

Ashilla then looked at Iyash. Before long he pulled out the car keys and took the bag, then climbed on top of Iyash's motorbike. “Our destination is the same, later me and Asa can go home by taxi.”

A few seconds Iyash was flabbergasted by Ashilla's rapid movements. It seems like God did support his decision to let Aruna go and let Ashilla into his life.

“Street, Yash,” pinta Ashilla while patting Iyash on the shoulder.

“Iya.” The motor is racing, until the wind feels like slapping the faces of both. Ashilla had no choice, she really needed help. So he does not realize that what he did has given Iyash the opportunity to continue to enter into his life.

Arriving at school Ashilla directly down from the motorbike Iyash. “Still yes.” Ashilla quickly enters the school and Asa immediately hugs her. “Take a long time.” Asa's face frowned and she almost cried.

Ashilla couldn't see Asa this sad. He hugged and showered her with a kiss. “Sorry-sorry-sorry.”

Asa nodded.

“Good afternoon, I am the principal here,” said the man who had been standing next to Asa. “Iqbal.” The man extended a hand.

Ashilla looked up, then got up. He was surprised because the man turned out to be the one who had chased him in the restaurant and called him Aruna.

Slowly Ashilla welcomed Iqbal's hand in office. “Thank you sir, already keeping Asa.”

“My duties. Sorry for the incident the other day.”

“Nnothing, I've also forgotten,” lied Ashilla.

“It looks like Asa is tired. What are you guys going home?”

“Taxi. Coincidentally my car tire leaked and there happened to be Iyash, do not know if there is no him I how.”

Iyash bowed down to hide his red cheeks, for some reason he always liked every Ashilla said so. “No idea if there's no you, thankfully there's you. Don't know if there's no him.” Ashilla used to say that and it really made Iyash feel appreciated. Iyash is happy because there are women who think of him as a hero after Aruna.

“You and Iyash?”

“Yes, we are friends,” Ashilla said quickly.

Iqbal then smiled, while Iyash frowned in disappointment, he wanted Ashilla to consider him more than a friend.

“Pak Satpam,” call Iqbal. And the man in the white uniform was closing in. “Please get a taxi for his mother Asa.”

“Good, Sir.”

“One more time thank you.”

“Try if I bring a car, you don't have to take a taxi. Last ten o'clock I came home from the office and swapped a car using a motorbike because I had to go to Bekasi, while I was lazy to bring a car,” said Iyash.

“Nothing,” says Ashilla.

“Yash, use the car Mas aja,” said Iqbal.

“Mas Iqbal seriously?” ask Iyash flat. It seemed that he was trying hard to look calm in front of Ashilla.

“Yes, pity that using a taxi is afraid for a long time, Asa also seems to be tired.”

Of course Iyash's heart cheered cheerfully, apparently the universe also allowed him to always be close to Ashilla.

“Tomorrow you can return while inter-between Queensha.”

“Iya, Mas.” Iyash then approached and asked for the key from Iqbal. “Still,” whispered.

Iqbal smiled knot. He already knew that Iyash had feelings for the woman who looked like Aruna because it was clearly drawn on the face of his cousin's sister.