Behind The Lies
God May Give Me a Way to Meet, But Not To Be Together

Iyash stopped in front of the restaurant, coinciding with that, the car Yayan was driving also stopped there. However, neither Iyash nor Aruna realized they were just destined to meet again that night.

Iyash and Nadine are already in, while Aruna is still in the car.

“Pak Yayan should also eat with us,” said Faran.

“No need, Den, Pak Yayan wait here aja,” refuse Yayan.

“But, Mr Yayan must be hungry, ‘right? Aware of that, bring a car,” said Faran. “Eat with us, Sir.”

Yayan smiled. Faran's intentions were good, but Yayan understood, for a married couple who rarely met, it would definitely take time for both.

“Den Faran same Non Aruna definitely need time for both. Later if I am hungry, I can eat somewhere else.”

“Why should be somewhere else. Here too can,” said Faran again. He meant that he did not have to have a table with him if Yayan felt uncomfortable and was afraid of disturbing his privacy, Faran only wanted Yayan to eat because he was sure Aruna would not notice it.

“Pak Yayan just want permission to mushola first, Den.”

“Oh so. Yes already.” Faran then went down, while Aruna had already gotten out of the car, they then stepped into the restaurant. Faran clasped Aruna's hand, he even continued to kiss the back of the woman's hand. Aruna never refused, nor did she ever feel uncomfortable. According to him Faran has the right to do something friendly to him because he is his wife.

Aruna pulled out a chair, then sat down. He didn't realize he had just turned his back on Iyash's desk. Iyash also did not realize it because he was busy choosing his dinner menu with Nadine.

Faran himself sat next to Aruna, he then opened the menu book that had been presented at the table.

“What do you want to eat?” ask Faran

“I no longer appetite.”

“Times I ate by myself.” Faran focused on choosing food, while Aruna circulated the view.

“Mas,” call it soft.

“Hm?” Faran looked over.

“Not you, but I'm calling the waiter,” Goda Aruna.

Immediately Faran smiled wryly. “Call the waiter kok friendly.”

Aruna giggled while dropping her head on Faran's shoulder. Although there should be no words of love, the most important thing is body language, but Faran still wants to hear Aruna talk about love.

“Mas.”

“Call the server, ‘kan?” Faran again bowed and chose the menu.

“No, I call you.” Aruna laughs.

“Why, Honey? What do you want to eat?” Faran looked at his wife.

“I'm not hungry, Mom. Later I nyicipin have you aja.”

“Boleh-beh.”

Aruna straightened her body. “I go to the toilet first yes.”

Faran nodded. “Don't be long.”

Aruna showed her five fingers.

Faran looked at him. “Five seconds, ‘kan?”

Aruna gave a small laugh and Faran did not stop looking at her. Every time he saw the woman his love was getting bigger and he was more afraid of losing her.

“Eh yes, I have a gift for you, Father and Mother.”

“What?”

“Later aja.” Aruna then turned around and sauntered away to the toilet.

Faran. This time Aruna made her curious. Usually Aruna gives gifts only when there is a birthday or there is a celebration and when visiting Bali.

When Aruna was walking down the hallway to the toilet. Suddenly, he accidentally crosses paths with Iyash who also just returned from the toilet.

Both are long enough. Iyash thought God would indeed continue to give him the way.

“Excuse me,” said Aruna while ago. However, Iyash held his hand.

“Believe it or not, once we meet, we will keep meeting.”

Aruna's heart is beating.

“I know you painstakingly buried all our memories. You want us to look like strangers, but I can't do it,” Iyash said.

Aruna was still sculpting and had not responded to Iyash.

“I can't.” Aruna pushed Iyash's hand.

“But, why?” Iyash instead held his hand even harder for fear that Aruna would come off again.

“Aw, pain, Yash.” Aruna grimacing.

Iyash was startled and immediately released his hand. “Sorry.”

Aruna immediately went inside the female toilet.

Iyash is disappointed, but he believes that he only has to be patient to be able to give Aruna time.

Meanwhile, inside the toilet, Aruna was worried and anxious. He was just not ready to tell Iyash about his current status.

In a state of panic he immediately called Faran.

Faran himself was surprised to get a call from Aruna, he panicked and immediately answered the call.

“Mas,” call Aruna fret.

“Why, Dear?”

“Mas, I'm not feeling well, my head hurts,” lie Aruna. “We do not eat here, if you have ordered a pack of food. Later can be eaten in the car.”

Faran rose soon. “Now where are you?”

“I'm waiting in the car huh, Mas. Please bring my bag,” pinta Aruna while out of the toilet and walk quickly to the parking lot. He hoped Iyash wouldn't see it.

“Iya,” replied Faran worried. “But, I ordered it, it's not good to be canceled,” Faran said as he continued to step towards the cashier. “You are okay, ‘kan if you wait a moment to give the waiter time to wrap our order?”

“Iya, Mas.” Arriving at the parking lot, Aruna quickly stood by the car and hoped Yayan had returned from the musholla. However, he did not see the man, so decided to call him over the phone network and turned off his phone connection with Faran.

“Pak Yayan where?” asked Aruna after her call was answered.

“Still in musholla.”

“Quick here, I am the same Mas Faran not so eat at this restaurant.”

“Oh, so. Wait yes, Non.” Mr. Yayan ran quickly and it didn't take him a minute he was in front of the car. “Den Farannya mana, Non.”

“Still inside, open the door, Sir.”

Yayan immediately pressed the button on his car key. Aruna then went inside and waited inside. However, he was again worried because Yayan did not enter and instead waited outside. He was afraid that Iyash would see him.

“Pak,” call Aruna after lowering the window glass. “Come in, wait inside. Mas Faran is ordering food.”

Yayan complied and Aruna closed the window again.

“Why not eat inside, Non?” yayan asked after sitting in the steering wheel.

“I'm not comfortable, Sir.”

“Oh the place is less comfortable?”

“Not, maybe because inside is too full, so I feel dizzy.”

“Oh.”

Suddenly the car door on Aruna's right opened. “Darling, are you okay?” ask Faran directly as he goes in and puts down a bowl of cream soup.

“I'm dizzy, Mas.”

“You to Doctor?”

“No need,” reject Aruna fast. “Ngapain pay people, while I can get it for free.”

Faran smiled. Maybe it was because of panic that the sentence just came out of his mouth. He usually checks Aruna's health condition.

“Pak while walking,” pinta Faran.

“Go home, Den?” ask Yayan.

“Iya, go home, so Aruna can rest. Jenguk Opa can be tomorrow again.”

“Good, Den.”

Faran then looked at Aruna. “It looks like you should eat.” He then opened the bowl made of cardboard and began to feed Aruna. “Pelan-pelan aja, sir,” her request to Yayan. “Liar Aruna can while eating.”

Aruna was flabbergasted to see the worry on her husband's face. Sinned once because he had lied to a man like Faran. “Mas also eat.”

“Iya.” Faran took one mouthful and devoured it. Then repeat it to Aruna until the food runs out.