Behind The Lies
Second Meeting

A middle-aged woman came and placed a few glasses of drink on the table along with a setoples of biscuits.

“Bu, this is Ganjar's grandson,” Marwan said.

“Hm, Masha Allah, Alhamdulillah, beautiful yes.”

Ashilla smiled as she greeted the long-veiled woman.

“After her Papa left, inevitably, this Ashilla became my sole heir,” said Ganjar.

“We are sorry for your death, but we have not seen you for a long time.”

Ashilla smiled.

Suddenly a man stood behind Ashilla. “What's up, Sir?” ask the man to Marwan.

Suddenly Ashilla turned her head and she was surprised not to play looking at the man. Suddenly the sentence was written yesterday. “Tomorrow or the day after if God wills us to meet, we will definitely meet again.”

“Yash,” Marwan rose as well as Ashilla. “Sorry to interrupt, this is Mr. Ganjar and his grandson want to get acquainted with you.”

“Oh.” The man immediately reached out in front of Ashilla. “Iyash Wiyahasa Ardhana.”

Ashilla took a deep breath. There was no way he would refuse the introduction because he himself had asked for it. “Ashilla.”

Iyash smile. “Have known.”

Ashilla pulled her hand from Iyash's. He looked nervous, his heart was pounding again, yesterday's incident, the smell of musk and warm embrace was again felt, not to mention his kisses. Why should he remember it again?

“Why, have you met before?” tanya Ganjar while getting up.

Iyash immediately bowed while shaking hands with Ganjar. “Yesterday I searched your home address to return the Ashilla ID card that fell in front of resto.”

“Oh, so you're the one?” Ganjar patted Iyash on the back.

Iyash just smiled. While Ashilla was completely downcast, I had no idea what was on her mind at the moment that she did not dare to show her face to Iyash.

“Thank you, Son. Sorry yesterday my granddaughter didn't bring you in. Next time we stop by the house, we copy.”

“God willing, Sir.”

Ashilla sighed. Slowly, he sat back down.

“My grandson fell in love with your artificial garden,” said Ganjar while patting Ashilla's shoulder until gasp. The thump behind his chest echoed when he remembered all the coincidences of yesterday.

“I take that as a compliment,” said Iyash.

“Compliment or test,” Goda Ganjar.

Ashilla was getting bowed while scratching her forehead.it seems that she was embarrassed by the temptation of the grandfather.

Iyash chuckles as well as Ganjar, while Ashilla is getting uncomfortable.

Ganjar asked Iyash to sit down. “Try to explain what exactly are you going to do to this old building?”

“Makes it more convenient.”

“By redesign?” ask Ganjar.

Iyash fell silent and looked at Ashilla who was just downcast hiding her nervousness. A few minutes ago Iyash shook the woman's hand and managed to get her sliced. For almost ten years he lived with the opposite belief to everyone. Now when God met Ashilla, she felt that Aruna had indeed returned for her.

Ganjar cleared his throat as Iyash continued to stare at his grandson. “Padahatan in my opinion,” said as he got up and looked up at the old building in front of him. “Hiva of every memory it is here.”

Iyash looked at Marwan and gave a signal. Marwan immediately responded to Ganjar. “Pak, Iyash is the grandson of the owner of the foundation.”

“Oh .. so?” Ganjar flabbergasted while looking at Iyash, he quickly turned around and immediately patted Iyash on the shoulder. “Why not say? I am Wahid's best friend, your grandfather.”

Iyash smile. “Oh.”

“Serba coincidentally, the world is really narrow.”

“When Grandpa found out that I wanted to become an architect, my first task after returning to Indonesia was to renovate this building.”

“Oh, amanat,” said Ganjar while sitting back next to Ashilla. “I was sad when I heard Wahid died. Honestly he is my only closest friend.”

Iyash just nodded. He did not know that his grandfather was friendly with the grandfather of the woman who was very similar to Aruna.

“Iyash is a graduate architect of Valencia Spain, Sir,” said Marwan.

“Wah great,” praise Ganjar. “If this grandson of mine,” he pats Ashilla on the shoulder again, “Literary lecturers at one of the universities in New York.”

Iyash immediately looked back at Ashilla who pretended not to hear their conversation, even though Ashilla secretly admired Iyash as an intelligent man, regardless of yesterday's events.

“Eight years, Sir.”

“Lumayan long yes?”

“Iya, S1 and S2, then practice to be professional by working there.”

“Great, you are the same Ashilla fit, both like to learn. Even Ashilla plans to go to college again, yes, ‘kan, Shil?”

Ashilla just nodded.

“What majors?” ask Iyash curiously. Ashilla immediately raised her face and looked at the man.

“Probably business economy,” Ashilla said slowly.

“Yes, because he continues my business, so inevitably have to learn again.”

“No need for college. Just studied, after all, it will take a lot of your time,” suggested Iyash.

Ashilla looked up at the man. Maybe Iyash does have a point, takes up a lot of time and it will definitely be very tiring.

“Why go to college again, the teacher is here,” Iyash said as he stared at Ganjar. “Mumpung still many opportunities and opportunities, you just steal his knowledge that managed to run a business for decades.”

Ashilla's mind opened after hearing Iyash's advice.

“What Iyash said turned out to be true, Shill. Besides Opa also will not let you take care of it alone without guidance,” said Ganjar.

Ashilla looked at her grandfather. Somehow the chatter of his grandfather and Iyash was so heavy that it opened his mind. Actually Ashilla was only challenging herself, but after a second thought it seemed like it would indeed be troublesome if she forced herself to stay in college.

“Adding to busyness is indeed his hobby,” connect Ganjar.

“Oh deserves still the spirit of wanting to lecture.”

Ganjar laughs. Ashilla remained silent and gave no response. After yesterday's incident it seemed that he really wanted to disappear from the face of the man.

“Opa, Shilla can go?” ask Ashilla.

“Where are you?” Instantly Ganjar frowned. How not, he asked Ashilla to take her time, not suddenly ask to leave the event.

“Ke hospital.”

“What else do you want? Last night instead of already?”

“Space Pity no one guards.”

“He's already big.”

“Iya, Opa, but Ashilla is worried.”

“So, you want to go?”

“Iya. Can yes, Opa.”

“No, you stay here.”

Ashilla clucked. While everyone who was there was staring in their direction.

“Sorry,” said Ganjar was not happy because Ashilla had just messed up the show.

“Iya, it's okay,” said Iyash.

Ganjar then got up, he also asked Ashilla to stand up and come with him. There was something important he had to tell his grandson.

Ashilla follows Ganjar slightly away from the whereabouts of Iyash, Marwan and his wife Marwan.

“Shill, Opa has asked you to take your time for a while, after all this is the weekend.”

“But, Opa, Shilla is not comfortable,” Ashilla said slowly.

“Neasy? You yourself are asking to meet with the architect, Opa think you have a lot of questions.”

“At first it was, but now it's not.”

“Why?”

Of course Ashilla couldn't answer and tell about yesterday's events. “Sorry, Opa.”

“Just a minute. Opa sure Angkasa will also understand.”

“Iya.” Finally, Ashilla obeyed the wishes of her grandfather, Mau how else, she was not open about the reasons that stuck in her heart to Ganjar.