Behind The Lies
Woman at Airport

Early in the morning, Iyash searched for someone among dozens of people passing by in the middle of the airport. The man wrote Nadine Eleanor's name on a large cardboard paper and raised her high. One of the movie scenes may need to be imitated to make it easier to find one person among the many strangers.

Iyash circulated his gaze, but his pair of eyes stopped on Yayan and Asa who were looking for someone. He's closing in. “Pak?” Iyash smiled looking at Yayan. “As?”

“Eh, Mas?” Yayan nodded kindly. While Asa just looked at him and did not even return Iyash's smile.

“Catch who?” tanya Iyash while circulating a glance.

“His sister Non Ashilla.”

“Oh.” Iyash. Maybe since leaving ten years ago, Gusman remarried and has a child from his new wife, Iyash thought.

“Pak, the Nuna.” Asa jumped up and down while showing the nameplate in her hand. Unlike the nameplate Iyash rolled, Asa's nameplate is too small, even just a sheet of HVS measuring A4.

Pak Yayan circulated a glance, even with Iyash who was curious. Everyone passed by, so Iyash did not know who was being called Asa by the name of Nuna.

“Nuna.” Asa waved her hand. However, the boy was too small, whereas the crowd was too much. Iyash took the initiative, he crouched down in front of Asa.

“Fine.”

“But–” Asa speechless staring at Iyash's back.

“Let the person you are looking for see you here,” said Iyash.

“Ayo, Den, let it look,” says Yayan. He did not intend to make Asa go up to his back which is no longer sturdy, believe Yayan is too old to lift the body of Asa weighing thirty-five kilograms.

At first Asa was afraid. But Iyash managed to convince him, so the boy climbed on Iyash's shoulder and the man stood up immediately.

Asa continued to wave while showing the signboard in both hands. He also shouted “Nuna.”

“Which one?” ask Iyash.

“The hair is curly,” replied Asa quickly.

Iyash even wanted to laugh. She would not be able to see the woman if she just said her hair was curly or curly.

“It was Den, whose hair was shoulder-length, wearing shorts, carrying a backpack and suitcase,” Yayan said. Though Asa and Yayan could have said, ‘women who look like Ashilla’. Unfortunately not, so Iyash does not think that person is Aruna.

Iyash tried to find the person Yayan meant, but still did not find him.

“Who wears sunglasses and a black tanktop,” whispered Yayan while tilting his body at Iyash. “Yang waved to here.”

Iyash's heart is beating.

“Down, Om,” pinta Asa.

Iyash bent his knees slowly and Asa jumped off his back, then ran at the woman who was walking towards him.

“Asa ...,” shouted the woman, then knelt down and hugged Asa.

“Long time no see,” complained Asa, exactly as Angkasa often said.

The woman smiled and let go of her embrace, then rattled the top of Asa's head while laughing. “You imitate the style of Om Angkasa.”

Asa laughed.

“Whose name is here?”

Asa looked up and looked at Yayan followed by Ashilla's sister, but when Asa looked at Iyash, she quickly opened the glasses and got up.

“We just happened to meet Om Iyash here,” replied Asa. “Temannya Om Angkasa,” added the boy.

“Aruna?” mumbling Iyash. This time Iyash was not wrong. Yesterday night Aruna flew from Germany to Indonesia to see Ganjar's condition and strengthen Ashilla.

Both are. The thump behind the chest is mutually disdainful. Aruna himself was confused, I don't know what to do. A few seconds of silence, suddenly from afar a woman shouted, “Iyash!”

“Hei.” Iyash walked past Aruna and hugged Nadine at a glance. “Thank you for coming.”

Aruna's heart is beating.

Iyash did not disrespect his meeting with Aruna, but he also had to appreciate the woman who had left all her activities in order to fulfill her invitation to come to Indonesia.

“I miss you,” said the woman while shaking Iyash's body in her arms. “I think you just let me get lost here,” complained Nadine.

“Sorry-sorry.”

“Are you not alone?” nadine asked as she took off her embrace.

Iyash became nervous. “Emm ... know this Mr. Yayan, Asa and–” Iyash stared at Aruna long enough, then wet the throat, “Aruna.”

Aruna. He had not expected the meeting of the two after ten years would be like this. Iyash's throat even had to be choked by his name. Aruna thought Iyash was not happy to meet her, but why should the man be happy? Didn't Aruna want to be considered a nobody by her?

Iyash did not take his eyes off Aruna. “Mm, Introduce This Nadine.”

Nadine reached out, Yayan and Asa greeted him kindly, but, Aruna did not return the helping hand, she put her glasses back on, then sauntered away until her shoulders nudged Iyash's arm.

“Pak Yayan, where is the car?” asked Aruna without looking.

“There, Non.” Yayan pointed forward and quickly followed Aruna while carrying the woman's suitcase. “We excuse me, Mas, thank you for the help.”

Asa also ran to follow the two adults after waving to Iyash.

Without looking again Aruna got into the car that had just been opened by Yayan. Asa sat next to him. “Nuna, tired?” asked Asa while looking at the woman.

“Capek bang.” Aruna leaned her head on Asa's shoulder. “Udah how long stay here?”

“One month, two months, three months.” Asa then looked at Yayan's back who had just entered after putting the suitcase and other items into the trunk. “Asa forgot.”

“Ih.” Aruna kept her head away from the little boy's shoulder. He then straightened his body. “Nuna here won't be long. Want to come to Germany?”

“Includes?”

“Bby dong. Later can go to school there,” proposed Aruna.

“Definitely not allowed with Mama,” asa.

Aruna smiled as she rattled the top of Asa's head. Of course, he also did not take Asa seriously to Germany.

Yayan slowly drove forward his car. While Iyash was still standing where he stood. Aruna looks more attractive. Iyash did not expect that Aruna would change her style, even so, Iyash still recognized her, right? That is the greatness of love, Iyash thought in his daydream.

“Yash,” call Nadine.

“Iya?” Iyash.

“Woman who was it? Why won't he meet me?” ask Nadine.

“You hungry?” Iyash switched the conversation.

“Ya.”

“Ya we ate first.”

“Ngak-no,” reject Nadine fast. “I can still hold it if you have other needs.”

“I don't have any need, other than to pick you up.”

Nadine smiled at Iyash's words.

Iyash returned the woman's gentle smile, then stepped back towards the parking lot. Iyash's introduction to the Indonesian-Spanish woman had been very long, when both studied in one of the cities in Spain. Iyash's Indonesian face reminded Nadine of her father. So he approached Iyash and went back to learning Indonesian culture and language from Iyash. Somehow Iyash always made him long to return to his homeland.