Former Bad Guy
I'll Think Again
A breath sounded from Candra's nose. Bu Maya who was focusing on her favorite soap opera was disturbed by the breath. When Ms. Maya was about to reprimand, Candra was no longer breathing in a disturbing voice. But just now that Bu Maya is back to focus on the soap opera, again Candra makes a disturbing sound.
“Can, you disturb Mama watch! There out, a lot of air there,” expel Bu Maya.
“Ish, Mom. Candra mager.”
“You disturb Mama watch, Can,” growled Bu Maya.
“Since when do you like to watch Mas Al?”
“Since that day, the mothers of the arisan on the talk of Mas Al who said handsome. So Mama is curious, it turns out really handsome him,” obviously Bu Maya is very enthusiastic.
“Which handsome Papa sama?”
“Ganteng Mas Al, dong,” Bu Maya replied quickly. “Eh?”
Ms. Maya rounded her eyes, Mr. Haris was already standing behind Bu Maya still with her service clothes. While Candra had already disappeared from there, she had no idea where her daughter was going.
Candra laughs, she manages to escape from her parents. The woman was walking around her house. Looking for fresh air so that his mind is a little clear. The atmosphere of the streets is a little quiet, even though the night is not so late. Candra decided to stop by the minimarket. Buy drinks and snacks to fill his stomach.
“Total 50,000, Mbak,” said the minimarket cashier.
Candra glanced at the nametag the cashier was wearing. It turns out Dimas was the name of the cashier. Candra gave him a piece of fifty thousand, lucky in his pants pocket there was money.
“Mas, can you ask for wifi password?”
“Bby, just wear the wifinya.”
“OK, where's his password?”
“Just use the wife.”
“Haa?”
“That's his password, Ma'am,” replied Mas Dimas mesem-meme.
“Oh, thanks.”
After getting free wifi, Candra sat in front of the minimarket. He wanted to make a video call with his friend in Paris.
The connection was connected and the first face to appear was Eric. Candra snorted at the face with a million-watt smile that belonged to Eric. But the face did not last long in front of the camera, because Candra's friend pushed Eric's face away from the camera.
“Yoo, Can. I have not sent the report to Lo, yes?”
“Not anything, just later. How's it going there?” candra asked, it seems like her friend is not in the office at the moment. “Lo where, Nov?”
“Haa? I had dinner with the kids again. Ckck, the Eric disrupt mulu daritadi,” decak Novi sebal.
“Yes have fun with you.”
“Oh Yes, Can. Almost forgot me, there is a client from Indonesia. So the plan is he wants to marry and the design of his clothes will be from Elo. How's it? Want to take it?”
“Who?”
“Zahro his name, crazy rich Cirebon.”
“Let's deadline when is he?”
“Still a long time, there are times four months. Or want to try to contact first?”
“Hmm, please. I'll chat later, yes?”
“Candra, I miss you."
Candra who had just swallowed her potato chips instantly choked. Suddenly Eric shouted loudly with a close up face in front of the camera.
“Gue close, yes? Bye Novi.”
Not long after that there was a chat notification coming into Candra's phone. Chat from Novi, Candra opened the chat which turned out to be a phone number. After saving the number, Candra returned to struggling with her phone. Now the woman opened the Youtube app and watched some videos there.
The night is getting late, but Candra is still at home in this place. Streaming a drama that just ended.
“Candra?” that person's call made Candra spontaneously look up.
A snort slid from Candra's nose. But then Candra came back on her phone, watching the scenes from the drama.
“Lo what is here?”
“Who is your permission to sit there?” ask Candra without turning her gaze away from the phone screen.
“Can, can't you excuse me? I really-gener nyesel first,” said the person.
“Kalo lo berakhlak. I can apologize you, Bang.”
“Gue should how else to be able to get sorry from lo?”
“Buyin I snack kayak gini,” replied Candra pointed to a package of chips that were empty.
Nata immediately entered the minimarket and bought a few packs of chips for his cousin. All he did was for his apology.
“Lo I'm sorry, right?” asked Nata after returning with a bag of crisps full of several packs of chips.
“Later I thought again,” replied Candra cuek.
Nata grabbed her hair in frustration hearing the words coming out of Candra's mouth. It is true that his sin was very heavy, his fault was also using Candra as a game. Now he himself reaped the rewards, for years his cousin hoisted the war flag on him and put distance.
Nata is still waiting faithfully for Candra who seems not to have finished watching. It was almost midnight. But Nata tried to hold back all his words. He looked up when he saw Candra standing up from her chair, spontaneously Nata stood up.
“Where are you?” ask Nata.
“Come back,” replied Candra with a strange look aimed at Nata.
“Gue anther's. Come!”
Candra just complied, but afterwards felt sorry. Nata was riding a motorcycle. Motorcycle model that is hated by Candra.
“Gue road,” says Candra.
Nata patted his eel, just remembered that his cousin could not ride a motorcycle with a high seat like his.
“Gue help ride it. Cepet here!” nata's orders draw Candra's hands.
“Don't be in a wiggle! Heh!” peekik Candra panicked, because almost the big motor was yawning.
Nata withstood his laughter. Seeing Candra like this reminded him of the past. Where Nata is still very close to his most guarded cousin. Understandably, the granddaughter of the Oma was only the three of them and Candra was the youngest among them. Nata's older brother is now a family and lives apart with their parents, Nata feels lonely.
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They both arrived at Candra's house. Nata's return helps Candra to get off that big bike. Candra's splashy voice made Bu Maya run away in a hurry out. It turns out that both of Candra's parents haven't slept.
“Jeez, Mama guess what's up. Is Candra the same as Nata? The habit of girls if you go is not saying goodbye first. Nata nginep here, already malem. Home tomorrow, huh?” said Maya and went back to the house.
“Can, you're sorry about me, right?” tanya Nata was very hopeful.
“Later I thought again,” replied Candra and went inside, leaving Nata clenching her hand.
His mind cries for Candra who never forgives him. The man followed Candra into the house. But his steps stopped, his sharp ears landed the sound of the roar of the car engine outside the fence. Nata turned around and narrowed his eyes in order to see clearly whose car stopped in front of him.
“Car neighbor time,” muttered Nata and closed the door of the house.
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