
“The relationship does not need to be flared, does not need to be broadcast and does not need to be exhibited. Like me for example.”
- Andri
Keish:
Tonight I'm alone again, there's nothing to accompany like the usual day. Sometimes I see my phone waiting for Andri to call me, but until now he has not called me. In fact, I've been texting him so many times. But he didn't return my messages at all nor did he call me back.
To be honest, I was saddened by this, when before he said he would contact me when he arrived in Paris, but he did not contact me until now.
While my mother still had time to tell me, if she had arrived in Paris safely, when she who left first to Paris did not inform me until now?
Is that busy with her job so she can't tell me? I could only sigh tiredly, then get out of bed.
The supply of groceries in the refrigerator began to run out, by utilizing this free time while driving away my loneliness.
I'd better decide to go shopping to the supermarket, anyway, tomorrow morning I have a consultation schedule with Haikal.
I also prepared with my hijab and did not forget my wallet, I decided not to drive my own car and use a taxi more. Because the journey from home to the supermarket is quite far away, afraid of why-why on the road. Especially when my mind is everywhere. So to find safety, it is better to use transportation only.
While on the road, there is not much I do. Just silence while looking out, contemplating seeing the scenery where everyone has their own activities. Even though it is night, but the cafes are still open and people relax while haha-hihi in her.
I could only sigh, it turned out that right now I was the loneliest person. Can't laugh like usual, what about Andri there? Can he laugh even though I am not in him? Hem, maybe.
Once at the supermarket, I picked up the trolley and started shopping. Everything felt different, unlike the last time Andri accompanied me shopping. And now I have to feel how to shop by myself, no matter what, I'm also used to this.
I started to choose food ingredients, such as side dishes and vegetables. Not to forget I bought snacks and various drinks to stock in the refrigerator. Each shelf I surrounded one by one and I saw a neatly arranged snack there. I want to buy everything, but if I buy everything I do not use and instead discarded in vain, the result is so redundant.
So, I just took a few snacks that I liked. While taking a snack, I pushed my trolley.I saw there was a snack liked by Andri, just immediately I took it and put it in the trolley.
“Hem, what do you want to take again huh?” thought me while pushing the trolley without looking forward.
Brakk...
“Akh!” screech me because my trolley hit someone who fell with stuff already scattered down below.
Oh my God, I panicked myself and walked up to the guy I hit. That person like her was very familiar when I saw her, but who was she?
As the man recited his pain and looked up, both my eyes and his eyes met. “Haikal?!” call me not to believe.
Wh why? Why did I meet him again? Should people who are so many in this world and even meet with him continue?
Haikal:
Not expecting, right? As far as Jakarta is concerned, why should I meet the same person and the same woman. Moreover, the incident was the same as well, which was bumping into each other and being hit. He hit me and I was the victim he hit.
Keisha, everywhere I meet him. We met at the airport last night and now we meet at the supermarket. See him tomorrow, see you as a doctor and a patient. It's okay, his name also met, hehehe.
The small events that happened to me and Keisha also made us both end up shopping together, it was good, there were friends to chat with. Rather than shopping by yourself, right? Don't know how. But what makes me confused, why is Keisha always alone? Where's Andri? Why not accompany Keisha anywhere?
“Kei?” call me.
He also turned his head when focusing on choosing a drink, “Heuh? Why Kal?” ask her.
“Kok you shop by yourself? Where is Andri?” he was silent for a moment, I who felt that not getting an answer felt awkward. Then choose the drinks on the shelf.
“She to Paris,” she replied slowly.
I also turned my head while looking at the look of his face that looked sad, I do not know why his facial expression was like that. Did something happen to Andri? Whatisit? Ahh, I don't want to take people's housewives, it's not good, well, even though Keisha is my little friend at least I don't want to take care of people's households. Let it be their privacy.
“Hem, so, then you don't come to Paris?”
Keisha shook her head and walked to the cashier, so I quickly put the drink in the basket and followed her. “Not that I don't want to come Kal, it's just that he just wanted to go to Paris to tell him to me suddenly. So, I don't know anything about this. anyway, maybe he went to Paris there is work to be done,” I nodded small hearing his words.
There are no more questions that I have to ask him, because like his mood Keisha is not improving. So, I chose to just shut up and follow Keisha who was already at the cashier. He also took out his goods and put them to be counted by the cashier. I helped him too. Like his groceries are very much, maybe stock for the refrigerator.
When I helped take out Keisha's groceries, the cashier suddenly interrupted me and Keisha instantly silent a thousand languages.
“Mesra very yes si Mas, very dear yes Mas same his wife?”
Me and Keisha looked at each other, the cashier who had interrupted it also saw us astonished, “Why Mas, not his wife huh?”
Oh, my God, I'd love to take Keisha out of this supermarket. But whatever the power, the groceries we are buying are very necessary today, it is impossible for me to run away just because of the words of this cashier.
“Hem, sorry mbak. I am not his wife from this Mas, I am just his friend doang kok,” said Keisha explained briefly, eliminating the misunderstanding that exists in the cashier. The cashier nodded slowly while scratching his nape which seemed to feel bad about the words he had just uttered.
“I'm sorry ya bu,” he said.
Keisha smiled, “It's okay,” he went back to spend his groceries. Then the cashier returned to work on his duties. Although like this, Keisha was still able to speak calmly and with a smile on her face.
To be honest, when the cashier said Keisha was my wife somehow, I felt that my heart was like she was happy to hear it.
Ahh, what happened to me?!