Between Me, You, And The Past
Meet Family

“Still Delivered already picked up, btw want to enter first ngga?” nasha asked as soon as she got in front of her house.

“Sama Sha, besides I picked up earlier, but tomorrow I can help, most Rumi, gapapa?” ask Diel back.

As if remembering that tomorrow Farzan came to see his family, Nasha became silent. He forgot to talk about this matter with Diel earlier. How now? What do I tell Diel? At that time I was able to give an answer, but now that I accepted the authoritarian Boss's invitation, what should I say to Diel?, Nasha's mind was confused.

“Sha?” said Diel while patting Nasha on the shoulder slowly.

“Eh.. yes gapapa kok, most tomorrow look for alesan first, hehe,” said Nasha with a little awkward actually.

“Okay if so, yaudah I did not stop by ya,” said Diel

“M.. Diel,” call Nasha, he tries to be honest with Diel about everything that went through earlier, later he will also tell Rumi, so they hear directly from him. But considering that this was a temporary marriage according to his boss, he rethink to tell them.

“If I told them, they would not accept it. Moreover, Diel who had indeed expressed his feelings at that time. The power is better I don't tell you now. Maybe it would be better if I told him after the bond later,” Inner Nasha.

“Iya? Why?” diel asked because Nasha didn't talk.

“Eh gajadi deh, I got off yes, thanks once again Diel,” said Nasha as she opened the door beside her to get off. Diel plugged his gas back after seeing Nasha enter the house.

When entering the house, Nasha said hello and greeted her parents. With a little chat to them, after which Nasha passed to her room to clean up and change her clothes.

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In room..

“How do I talk to Mom and Dad? They must be mad at me. Brother Arza, if only Brother who came first then I will not be as hesitant and as scared as this. Can I request a play time? A.ku sung..guh could not, hiks....” muttered Nasha and ended with his cry, lucky that the door of his room was always locked, because sometimes Mother or her sister entered without knocking on the door first.

“I gabisa kaya gini, I must be strong, I gabby ngeluh, all must find the happy ending. Yep. I have to be sure of that,” muttered Nasha back.

Finally with all his inner debates, because besides he was not ready, he was also very afraid if his father was angry. Didn't he ever tell a story, when he was a child his parents' anger was not stable, and it had an impact on little Nasha who became his outlet. In addition to the snaps or words that should not be spoken he also gets a punch in the foot or pinch in the hand.

The reasons are different, sometimes because he plays too long, sometimes because his sister cries and he is blamed, or wants something but is not allowed. Once he wanted to come along to go to the invitation, but the vehicle that his father had was only a motor, so he could not go, at that time he was a little whining to stay, to stay, but before long he chose not to come and only see those who want to go, but the motorcycle tires turned out to be deflated so they did not get on the bike and would take public transportation, he said, His father invites him to come, but he says no because he does not want to come, Nasha goes into the room and puts her face down, before long his father came and brought a plastic stick and then swung the stick towards his calf, the more he cried the harder the plastic stick swung.

Sick? Sure oes. It's not just pain, it's also disappointment. Usually the figure of the father is an idol for girls and sometimes it is used as a reference if later he has a companion later. But if that were the case then the child would feel all the angry men would do the same. At the beginning of the blow and end the blow. And the punch will always be remembered even though it is very trying to be forgotten. Any form of clash can indeed occur outside the home for example during the orientation period be it Junior High School or High School or when entering college. For Nasha herself she covered with silence and pretended to be ordinary even though her whole body was like a dead statue that only did not move, could not think, could not argue, he said, unable to accept what the person is saying, his gaze will be a little empty, but not very aware of many people.

The pressure that was too strong made him look strong on the outside but his heart was extremely fragile. Even if there is usually a prayer together many who cry at the end of the prayer, Nasha just glazed or even just looked down without crying. Only when he was with his best friend did he shed tears. Although slightly. He's still scared. Except he who knows this.

Long pensive Nasha finally decided to leave the room, it looks like Father, Mother, and Sister are gathering in the living room while watching or just joking.

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Living Room..

“You learn really so you can go to public college, major in IPA, because it will be very useful,” heard the words of his father who spoke to his sister Ucan.

“Mother mah prayer-in the best, hopefully what is aspired by you can be achieved,” followed by the voice of his mother.

“I have always troubled them, I should not exist, how strong I hold back, this heart still hurts. I love Ucan. Hugely. But if it's like this I can't resist envy. I've tried. And it's really hard. Hm. huh. (pull my breath and breathe out slowly) I should be ordinary. May only I experience this,” Nasha's mind tries hard.

“Yes Father, Mother, I also tried to register through school, prayer-in may there be a provision yes, hehe,” replied Ucan to them.

Nasha came and sat down next to her sister and pretended not to know what they were talking about. Because I don't want to interfere too much. Too tired of pretending.

“Ih this tea has who, kaya gaada who has,” said Nasha while taking a glass containing warm sweet tea owned by Ucan.

“Thou mah, it's mine. Make yourself dong,” annoyed Ucan saw his brother drink his drink.

“Biarin ble,” ledek Nasha stuck out a little tongue.

“Tau ah,” pissed Ucan.

“Sstt. Noisy. Shame on the neighbors. You too Nasha, make your own. Habit,” snapped Nasha's father out of annoyance at seeing them noisily. See, he wasn't that patient with Nasha. Haha.

They fell silent after his father spoke. Nasha soon returned to the room and therefore Nasha forgot to talk to her parents. Wanting to cry but hard and afraid if anyone hears it. So that night Nasha decided to go straight to sleep.

Next day..

Nasha woke up when her phone alarm went off at 03:45. After finishing performing the circumcision prayer, Nasha played her phone for a while, when there was one incoming message from an application sending the message.

+628568821****

I will come by myself later.

Prepare yourself.

“Whose number is this? But he said noon was coming?” Nasha's mind was confused.

Suddenly his eyes glared in shock because he just remembered that Farzan would come to his house. And he just realized that it was most likely Farzan's number.

“Duh... How should I do this? How to say it too, bodo really I yesterday instead of directly saying. Aaaa.. how is this?” puzzled Nasha while bowing her head on the pillow that was nearby.

“Perhaps impromptu if you say rich gini, how dong? Yesudahlah justin, hopefully nothing will happen that is not desirable. Mostly after I'm done getting scolded or whatever it is. So yaudahlawah,” muttered Nasha resignedly. It's too confused so let it happen according to the groove, the mind.

Without feeling now it is 11 noon, meaning soon Farzan will come to Nasha's house. But since Nasha was busy with a lot of homework such as sweeping, mopping, washing clothes, washing dishes, and all kinds of other homework, so she forgot about it.

From Nasha Junior High, sometimes her mother asks her to help sweep, mop and wash dishes or other things. Maybe because he's the biggest kid so he's the one who's asked to help with homework. So Nasha was used to doing everything herself.

“At last all is well too, sometimes a sprain yes yes clean-in the house continues at all times, but maybe this is fate, so you have haha, haha,” muttered Nasha after she finished putting her new iron shirt in the closet, and she put herself on the mattress to unwind her fatigue.

“mumpung holiday gini good what else well? Richly cook a spicy noodle deh, I make it aja well,” muttered Nasha who was closing her eyes and imagined if what she wanted was in front of her eyes. Without waiting for any more time he walked out of his room towards the kitchen to make spicy noodles.

Tok..

“Iya for a moment,” Nasha said from the inside before opening the door. Without waiting Nasha opened the door.

“Iya find who?” nasha said before seeing who came.

“Did you forget Arfa?” farzan asked by raising his eyebrows and looking at Nasha's appearance from foot to head, because Nasha only wore a home negligee with a headscarf directly with a matching color, the blue tosca.

“Astagfirullah,” shocked Nasha when she saw and heard Farzan's voice.

“Kok I can forget that Mr. Boss will be here, duh at home gaada people again, how dong?” nasha was confused.

It was about 10am that Nasha's mother went to her brother's house, because her cousin was sick and the other family would look so all the mothers came along. Nasha didn't come because, of course, you know the answer wkwk.

“I was told to stand here and continue?” farzan asked again when Nasha was silent in front of him.

“Eh emm.. gini sir, right at home gaada people, fear it will be slanderous if you enter, mending Mr...” has not finished Nasha spoke Farzan first interrupts him.

“So you kicked me out? And you were deliberately because you regretted your decision?” sela Farzan's.

“Eh is not that sir, I mean you sit in front of me, I where there want to expel, but maybe my parents left long enough, he said, usually Dad comes home from work at 5 and if Mom goes to the sister's house he can go home around 4 before Dad gets home. So you want to wait here or how?” obviously Nasha didn't want Farzan to think if he regretted the decision he made. He's not that kind of person.

“Hm..well I believe. I just want to wait here, and do not worry about what people say, besides you also often invite your boyfriend in even though there is no one. Don't think I don't know well, now move aside I want to enter,” firmly Farzan and Nasha just dumbfounded with both eyes that like to come out so surprised to hear Farzan's words. Soon he stepped aside and let Farzan into the house.

“So you haven't spoken to them if I'm coming right?” guess Farzan because he predicted all this. Arfa must not be ready to explain everything to her parents, he thought.

“M.. Yes sir, and I'm sorry about that, your time has been wasted. I'm really sorry,” is sincere Nasha because she herself did forget because of last night's incident.

“No need to apologize, I guess indeed you do not need to tell them about it all. They won't care either, right?” shoot Farzan, which makes Nasha freeze.

“True what he said, whatever I do will have no effect whatsoever on them. I hope this decision is right, at least I can get out of here, even if it's not what I want, but it's okay. Maybe later when he finds what he is looking for, I can get away from them all without giving up my status, living alone might be better,” Inner Nasha.

“Sorry because I made you like that, I don't mean talking like that. But I myself also felt strange to myself, why I felt the sadness, the pain that was so deep with all the fatigue without wanting to argue. Does he have trauma? Never mind later I can find out more about him,” Inner Farzan.

“Haha.where maybe parents do not care about their children sir, it is not worth discussing. What do you want to drink?” nasha said with a bitter laugh and also diverted the conversation.

“Teh warm only. And one more thing, don't call me Father anymore, I'm not your Father. Call me Farzan or maybe dear,” tease Farzan at once try to eliminate a little sadness Nasha earlier. And sure enough, Nasha's face turned red like a ripe tomato.

“Hahaha your face why be like a tomato cook so. It turns out that besides being fierce you are also very easy to be seduced, hahaha,” Farzan laughter by continuing to tease Nasha, who was seduced could only look down embarrassed with a face that grew red.

“Then I let you make tea first Pa.. Farzan,” said Nasha was wrong and passed leaving Farzan who was still laughing in the front room.

“Basic old man, uh but not yet old anyway, but ngeselin, but ah, tau deh, males, pingin really love poison but fear of sin, so yaudahlawah, so,” Nasha grumbled with a hand that moved there and here to pick up the necessary items. Nasha accidentally saw the noodles she made earlier, and she was suddenly hungry to eat but there were no good guests, so she paused her intention to eat.

After finishing making warm tea, Nasha returned to the front and gave it to Farzan, still with the thought of the noodles he was waiting for, also his stomach was getting sore because he had not eaten from morning, only drank warm water when he woke up, without breakfast or eating anything until lunch time. Bad habits are indeed for people who suffer from stomach acid.

“This stomach why it hurts at the wrong time anyway? Yes there are guests I just eat, but could have taken the meal as well, but I have not cooked rice again, maybe the rest of the rice this morning is enough for 1 plate only. How is it good? What to buy ahead? Duh very confused gini,” Inner Nasha.

Soon there was a knock on the door along with two sturdy people in dark blue clothes with an AG accent on the top left of the shirt. They carried several paper bags and plastic bags in their hands.

“Excuse me Sir, I have brought what you asked,” said one of them.

“You put the goods on the table,” said Farzan flat.

They began to store at least 4 brown paper bags and 3 black plastic bags that had no idea what the contents of the bag were.

“There's more Sir?” ask again.

“No, you may return to your respective work,” replied Farzan, they started out after previously bowing to Farzan and in reply to a nod of the head by him.

“This what?” nasha asked impatiently from being too curious.

“The one in the paper bag is the dress for the week later, and the plastic bag is the food, because I know you are hungry as well as I am, and if you cook it will take a long time, it will take,” clearly Farzan with a slight chuckle before he replied.

“Emang any events what?” nasha asked with her innocent look.

“Awarming,” Inner Farzan.

“Hah seems to explain to you it takes a very long time. So it is better now we eat first, only after that you are free to ask whatever it is,” said Farzan because earlier he saw Nasha frowning like holding back pain.

“Then I take the plate and spoon in the kitchen,” said Nasha who will stand to take the dinnerware, but before that Farzan stopped him by holding Nasha's right hand.

“No need, in the bag it has been prepared everything, you just take it out,” said Farzan and remove the handle.

“Oh.. yes,” is only the answer from Nasha because indeed she is not strong to walk.

Nasha began to move the food in the box into the dish, and opened the spoon box and put it on the edge of the plate. After that he gave the plate and all sorts to Farzan and also put it in front of him. They started eating quietly, with no intention to talk because there was nothing to talk about haha.

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tbc..

happy reading's..