Behind The Lies
Camera Lens

The journey from Jakarta to Surabaya by train is definitely very tiring. Iyash did not need to adapt anymore because he had enough vacation there, only yesterday he chose to spend time with his friends because Angkasa will move to Singapore.

Settling for three years in Surabaya certainly has its own challenges for him. That night, he stared straight out the window of the room he would occupy while there.

Under the dark sky, Iyash saw the woman again. He had doubts that it was Aruna, who was often teased as Mas Iqbal's girlfriend. However, after recalling the woman was indeed Aruna. Iyash last saw her a year ago.

Aruna's skin was clean, but now she looks clean and Aruna is good at taking care of herself. He used natural materials to take care of his skin.

Iyash was stunned to see Aruna standing across the window from his room. Just like Aruna was also enjoying the moonlight in front of the room window. Iyash did not expect that the window of the room he was in faced directly to the window of Aruna's room. Her beautiful silhouette and curves imprint in Iyash's memory. For the first time Iyash praised women. “Cantics.”

Can't feel if only looked at, he immediately took the camera graduation gift from the father. He stole some shots to immortalize. Shit, Aruna noticed it again and she immediately closed the window.

“God, what kind of creature is he, why make me curious?” mumbling Iyash.

His lips were thin and he threw his body into the bed. For the first time Aruna picked her up in a dream.

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Iyash performed the dawn prayer at the Mosque and he accidentally met Aruna there, clad in white. Again Iyash praised the girl in his heart. In her eyes, Aruna always looked prettier than the others, despite rarely smiling. I rarely smile and impress judes. However, it made Iyash even more curious and wanted to see the girl's smile just once.

At six o'clock in the morning after completing the study at the mosque, Iyash immediately took a walk to enjoy the atmosphere of a rural morning.

Blue bias in the sky meets green mountains. Iyash repeatedly praised the beauty while pointing the camera at the scene that morning. The wild finch chirped on the mahogany tree and he managed to photograph it without surprising the bird.

Vaguely the sunlight slowly rose, the warmth was not so felt because he still felt cold. Maybe by moving a lot will make his body warm up a little.

That morning, Aruna passed by the bike in front of him, Iyash did not want to lose track, he immediately took pictures, unfortunately the fog made a faint camera lens, Iyash did not want to lose track, so that the image of Aruna in the photo looks blurry and not so clear.

Iyash quickly ran after the woman. However, his steps came to a halt as he saw Iqbal being beside Aruna. He was stunned when he saw Aruna stop pedaling and accompany Iqbal to walk. Honestly, he felt jealous because Iqbal could be close to Aruna, while he to take a step forward was difficult.

Iyash walked back while pointing his camera at Aruna. The movement of the woman was quite slow, as well as the wheels of the bicycle she was leading. His feet stepped on the rocks and weeds that grew on the sidelines of the rocks along the way.

Iyash continued to take pictures, from his back to the girl's footsteps. His dream is not to be paparazzi, his hobby is to collect everything he considers beautiful and Aruna may be one of them.

“Monday from school, no feeling yes,” said Iqbal. From a considerable distance Iyash managed to hear the voice of his cousin's brother.

“Iya,” said Aruna gently and it made Iyash's heart rustle, it was the first time Iyash heard Aruna's voice, even though it was only one short word, but he still liked it. Iqbal and Aruna themselves are not very aware of Iyash's whereabouts behind them.

“Kak Iqbal will go to college where?” asked the long-haired woman who was draped away while looking at Iqbal.

“In Jakarta, there Kak Iqbal will stay with Iyash's parents, his sister Ibu.”

“Iyash?”

“Sepupu Kak Iqbal who yesterday came.”

“Oh.” Aruna suddenly stopped, as did Iqbal.

“Aruna first,” said Iqbal while allowing Aruna into a simple stall that had been previously shown.

“Oh, you just nganter Aruna?” a woman's voice teased Iqbal.

Iyash pretended not to hear and entered the terrace while continuing to direct the camera. He found Iqbal with his lens sitting with a woman tidying vegetables and a photo was taken.

“Yash,” call Iqbal.

Iyash gasped and immediately distanced the camera lens from his eyes, then looked at his older cousin.

“Sini, I'm jajanin,” said Iqbal.

“Includes?” tanya Iyash hesitated.

“Iya. Take what you want.”

Iyash smiled faintly, he felt that his cousin wanted to look cool in front of Aruna. Iyash was standing right next to the girl. “Pak, make one milk, yes, Mas Iqbal pay,” Iyash told the shop owner.

“Before sometime,” said Mr. owner of the shop while counting the money. “This is the change, Run,” he told Aruna.

“Still, Mbah.” Aruna was in a hurry. He quickly put groceries into a bicycle basket. “Kak Iqbal, Runa first,” he told Iqbal.

Aruna pretended not to see Iyash. Though from yesterday he was made curious about the look of the Jakarta boy. When she was on the bike and ready to pedal, Aruna turned to the stall and her eyes rubbed with Iyash, just seconds after she left.

“You didn't want Aruna to come home?” ask the woman who had been tidying up vegetables for sale.

“Sssstt.” Iqbal pointed his index finger near his own lips. He didn't want Iyash to think anything. It seems like he was also afraid that others would know how he felt about Aruna. Though from the way he looked at Aruna alone was different, Aruna also must have realized that. However, Iqbal himself was still evasive.

“May, this Iyash, my cousin from Jakarta, he starts school tomorrow here,” Iqbal said.

The woman called May smiled as she nodded at Iyash. “Call Mbak Maya only, sorry ndak can salaman yo my hands dirty,” Maya said with her jaw log.

Iyash nodded as he returned the woman's smile. Finally he spent the morning in the stall with Iqbal enjoying a cup of hot milk accompanied by coconut steamed bread and brown sugar.

Maya herself is Iqbal's classmate in the third grade of High School. Iqbal is two years older than Iyash. She has a married older sister named Lula and a younger sister who is still Junior High, her name is Alisya. Among the three children of Mirasih, Iqbal was the only male and seemed to be the most beloved among the others.