BETWEEN QATAR AND JOGJA
WHY CAN'T WE BE GOOD FRIENDS LIKE BEFORE?

FROM SEDAYU ~ JOGJAKARTA YANKTIE SAY GOODBYE READING

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 Two days ago I found out that Aira's day after tomorrow is going to be her fifth birthday. I should be back in Qatar tomorrow. So I rescheduled my return schedule. I took three days off to attend Aira's fifth birthday.

This morning after breakfast I accidentally found a gift for Aira. It turned out that I was made dizzy because I knew what was good for a five-year-old girl.

The dress?

The doll?

The shoe?

Another toy?

Story book?

Drawing device?

‘Aaah ... what should I buy?’

This afternoon I came to the house of the late Radit. A charismatic figure who easily accepted me to be her best friend. The late Radit never once hated me or suspected me of wanting to get close to his wife. Though he knew when Aurel was a girl I adored and loved his wife very much.

I told you from the first day I met Radit that I would never bother his wife. I was so sick of being betrayed, I didn't want to make anyone sick of the betrayal I made.

The front guard knew me, so I was allowed in. I saw Aira chuckling with Vino and Darrel. I've known Vino, Radit's best friend since childhood, whose house is only two houses away from Radit's house. We met a few times when Radit was alive.

“Assalamu’alaykum gorgeous” I directly greet Aira. A little girl on her birthday.

“Wa’alaykum salam om Rajev,” Aira immediately hugged me, he did not receive my hand. I kissed the cheek and forehead of little princess Radit and I gave her my gift. That gift to decide to buy it, made my head dizzy like it was beaten by a hammer.

“Rajev, when did you arrive in Indonesia?” radit's mother asked as she approached me and she extended her hand to shake hands. The figure of a strong woman, because she was strong to survive the consecutive disaster with the death of her husband and only child.

“It has been ten days Mom, tomorrow I return to Qatar” I replied with Indonesian which I am studying, because I have decided to stay in Indonesia when Aurel will receive my application. Aurel used to say that he would think of my proposal if I were determined to live in this country. Indoneszian.

“Wah you start to speak Indonesian” bu Tarida a little surprised.

“I learned a little-little” reply.

Since my arrival, Aurel has tried to stay close, let alone greet me. I'm looking for a loophole how I can talk to him. I saw him feeding Darrel. If I get close, he can't avoid it without lifting Darrel who's sitting in a high chair special toddler learning to eat.

 “Great boy, come on one more yes,” Aurel keeps asking Darrel to talk.

“Hallo hotshot, eating?” I asked, I deliberately sat next to Aurel.

I noticed his face immediately changed dislikes. I don't understand why she became so hateful to me after her husband's death. Wasn't I the one who made Radit die? Then where is my fault?

“Have I done anything wrong to you? Why can't we be good friends like before? (Have I ever done anything wrong to you? Why can't we be as familiar as we used to be?)” my whiskey. I wonder why he avoids me so much.

“You want this?” aurel asked me at the dinner table, offering me fried fish while I was at dinner with his family who were still in the house.

“By” reply me and he got me a piece of fish.

“Guery mother again?”  Aurel offered her mother-in-law a vegetable bowl, I don't know the name of the vegetable but I love the taste.

I need to talk to Aurel before I go back to Qatar. I have to finish this tonight because it's related to my job. If I just approach him, he will avoid. I have to ask for open permission so Aurel won't be able to talk to me.

“Mother, I ask permission to speak with Aurel before I return to Qatar,” I give myself permission to ask his mother-in-law. A person who is highly respected by Aurel.

RAJEV POV END

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Aurel looks into the room of his two children, he deliberately stall for time. Somehow he can't behave like he used to do with Rajev, like when Radit was alive or even like when they were ‘kasih’.

While Radit is still around, Aurel can exchange stories with Rajev, and Radit finds out. Then after Rajev and Radit meet, Rajev more often chat with Radit, but Aurel is not hesitant as it is today. Aurel has been talking to Rajev since Radit died.

Finally Aurel was forced to leave the room, he felt sorry that Rajev had to wait until late at night. “Mbak make one coffee and one hot fresh tea yes,” pinta Aurel on mbak Yuni. There's enough carbo for Aurel today. Then he just asked for unsweetened tea.

Then Aurel went out of the room and met Rajev who was talking to his mother. Mirna and her husband had already rested because tomorrow morning they were going to the grandfather's house in Cisarua with mother and Aira.

“Have all slept?” ask Tarida's mother. He asked his grandchildren who Aurel had just looked at in the room.

“Already Mom, Aira clothes I have also prepared, tomorrow I just take it,” Aurel replied. Indeed tomorrow Aira will come with Tarida bu and Mirna to Cisarua.

“Then Mom breaks yes,” tell mom to Aira.

“And you Rajev, good bye tomorrow morning. Let me know when you arrive in Qatar,” message mom Tarida with a friendly. He's always been like that. Full attention to anyone.

“It's late at night, what do you want to talk about (It's late, what do you want to say )?” ask Aurel to the point, although he had heard Rajev had learned Indonesian but Aurel believes Rajev's ability is still limited, so it is better to speak English to minimize misunderstandings.

“You haven't answered, why are you avoiding me? Did I make a mistake with you?” rajev is still curious about Aurel's changed attitude towards him.

“You're innocent and I'm not avoiding you koq,” Aurel's reply went awry. Ever since Rajev asked, Aurel has been trying to find out why he did that to Rajev.

Finally she realized, she had deliberately built a fortress high up because her current status was a widow! He doesn't want to get a bad image with his new title.

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