Different Fates
Four

The man in front of me is called Kukuh Ardi. We just got acquainted when we arrived at the meatballs shop.

“Friends play Sabia in times of joy or sorrow,” he said.

I cringe. It's very romantic. What playmates are life friends?

“Jadi—lu also know about me?” Ask again.

“Sure.” He is back to enjoying his meatballs. “You twins are different fate.”

“We just different roads,” protest me.

“Same as.”

Whatever. I'd rather enjoy my meatballs than respond to Steady talk. When else I can be free to eat whatever I want. Mama won't know.

“Lu conveniently stay the same nyokap you?”

I stopped my chewing. Why would he want to know?

“Lu know, Sabia is never comfortable living in your nyokap house, because it is always compared to you.”

“Gue feels the same way too, if you want to know. I live without my own will. I don't know, it feels really heavy to obey the wishes of Mama.”

“So, you did all the work by forced?” ask Steady again. 

Kepo once he.

I'm nodding. “Except my content. Everything I do about beauty is of my own accord. As long as you know, I used to aspire to be a skin specialist.”

“Why aren't you chasing?”

“I didn't get there. I'm not as smart as Sabia.”

We were both silent in each other's minds. Even though I just met, why do I feel comfortable talking to my twin sister's friend?

I went back to Papa's house when we finished eating and exchanged phone numbers. I asked of course. It seemed like he was the kind of pious man who refused to come into contact with women. Then, why would he be familiar with Sabia?

Papa was nowhere to be seen when I entered the house. What if there is a vane? The door is not locked anymore.

Getting into the room, I was quite amazed by Sabia's neatness. In fact, he had even tidied up this room. One thing I never did in my mom's house.

“Sabrina, you're home?” 

Papa emerged from the front door carrying a plastic bag.

“What the hell?” manya curious.

Instead of answering, Papa hid it from me.

“Nothing,” he said as he entered the room, then came out again without black plastic earlier.

“You have no activity today?” ask Papa.

I'm shaking.

“Usually Sabia will make a cake if it is not working.”

I'm sighing. “I'm not Sabia, Pa.”

“But, there is no harm in you learning to plunge into the kitchen.”

“When-when.” 

I sat in front of the tv, followed by Papa sitting next to me. There was no conversation between us. Just the sound of a wall clock ticking into a frozen backsound of me and Papa.

I glanced at Papa who was still focused on the news. I was honestly curious about the parcel that Papa brought from outside earlier.

“What did you eat earlier?” the 55-year-old asked without looking at me.

“Bakso.”

“You will scold Papa later.”

“Papa simply says don't know.”

“Which Papa may not know, while you're here, Sabrina.”

“What do you eat at Mama's house? Let Papa cook later,” he said.

“No need,” lirihku. “I came here because I was too tormented by the rules of eating from Mama.”

Papa looks at me softly. My main purpose to stay at Papa's house is also because you want to enjoy a free time from Mama's observation. It looks good to be Sabia. Just try our faces similar, maybe I'll ask Sabia to switch places with me.

Looks like he also needs to feel at my position for a while so that his body is not too fat. He ate too much so that his body flourished.

“So, what do you want to eat tonight?” papa asked me to look at him. “Let's eat as you please. Papa the deal.”

My eyes shine. “Really?”

I had just eaten hard, but Papa had asked me to fill my stomach again. Sabia grew to the side.

Papa nodded, then smiled warmly. The smile I missed after a few years was just a small quarrel between us. 

“What Sabia also often Papa treat eat?” I asked when we were in the car. Papa invited me to eat at his favorite place.

Papa nodded, “He was always upbeat while eating. You imitate him, so that your body is not too thin.”

I smiled wryly. If only it could be like that.

“You live well. We will not always accompany you, while you and Sabia are only two brothers,” said Papa who made me a little flinching.

I let out a rough breath. Is correct. Later we will live without the assistance of Papa and Mama. The only brother I have is Sabia, you should be like the other sister. They love each other and love each other.

The indifferent attitude Sabia gave me discouraged me from approaching. Maybe we should talk to each other from heart to heart.

“Nah, until.” 

My daydreams are breaking to hear Papa's words. After parking the car, Papa caught up with me who had first entered the restaurant. 

“It looks good,” I said. 

“You must be addicted.”

“Papa often eat here?” 

Papa nodded. “Papa used to eat here with Sabia.”

I smiled wryly again. Envied.

“Other times Papa will bring you two here. Looks like it's fun having fun with both angels Papa.” 

I just muttered in response to Papa's words. Papa ordered food without asking me first. I'm not protesting either, I'm sure Papa understands the good menu here.

“Sabrina,” call Papa Grey. “Are you unable to fulfill Papa's request?”

I who was playing the phone looked at Papa with a frown.

A wish? Which was?

Papa exhales, “Papa asks you to close aurat, Bri.”

Oh, tha.

“Pah, my work—“

“Papa think you can still make a career even though wearing hijab. Beautiful it is not only from the outside, but also from the heart,” class Papa cut my words.

“I'm not ready.”

“Papa is very worried that you are plunging into the world of Entertainment. You know for yourself how the people who go in there. Papa is worried you are carried away.”

I'm down. Papa does not agree with my current job. Even so, he did not protest much, only asking me to close the aurat like Sabia did. 

Not only was she not ready, Mama also seemed to be happier to see me in open clothes. It will be more glimpsed by the film director he said.

“What is your Mama blocking?” ask Papa as if he could read my mind.

I shook my head in doubt, Papa sighed.

“Brina,” Og Papa. “Parent's obligation to his child, in addition to providing a living, education also teaches religious knowledge. Papa is not an ustadz who has qualified his knowledge, which Papa understands is a mandatory woman according to his aurat.”

I'm down.

“Neither, maybe you still need time to think.” Papa held my hand with a warm smile on his face.

I'm nodding. 

Papa's.

If only Papa had invited me to live together. 

Uh. Nope. If only you hadn't divorced.

“Eat,” Papa said after the waiter delivers the order.

The menu in front of me looks so good. Papa said this restaurant sells typical Bontang Kalimantan food that is sambal gami. This sambal is very unique in that it is served and eaten on a hotplate.

I enjoyed this meal that I had never eaten before. Maybe next time I'll bring Risa here.

“Papa?”

We stopped eating when we heard voices we knew.

“Loh, Sabia?” 

Yep. Sabia was also in this restaurant. More precisely just arrived. Uh wait, she's coming with the men?

Papa glanced at the man next to Sabia. I know him.

“Who are you coming with?” ask Papa.

“Ah, this is Sabia boss, Pah,” replied my twin brother who was born 5 minutes earlier.

“Pak, this is Papa.”

“Rully, Om," said the man as he answered Papa's hand. Mr. Rully, the producer who gave me flowers on the night of the award.

Mr. Rully glanced at me at a glance, then frowned in surprise.

“Not this Sabrina?” ask Mr. Rully. I smiled awkwardly.

“True. She's Sabia's twin,” Papa replied.

“Twin?” Mr. Rully saw us take turns.

“Not to be surprised, sir. We're non-identical twins.” Sabia answered Mr. Rully's confusion.

“Before, Papa thought this man was your future husband, Sabia.”

“Hah?!”