GITA AND MAR
001. Other Apes Day

If you say boring, Gita never felt that his life was boring. His career was good, he had enough though not too rich. The association is quite broad and bona fide although it does not live among officials and artists. Gita is a dynamic woman who loves her life.

Gita slid the glass doors for some pigeons who stopped by the balcony. He tiptoed to put a plate of bird food he bought in an online shop. More than four pigeons directly approached and pecked at the plate. Gita backed off and closed her balcony. Deliberately give time to pigeons that are not familiar to want to eat.

“Udah eat all, right? I'm going to work. Pray everything smoothly, yes ...” Gita talks to the pigeons she recognizes as property. Then pat the glass door before humming leaving the room and into the bathroom.

The one-room apartment unit occupied by the Gita suddenly became smaller because of the loud music playing. It was a Gita ritual every morning. Singing loudly to the music. But that morning Gita had not had time to hum when the song she heard suddenly changed with a cellphone ring. Gita clucked and grabbed her phone. “Halo? It's still early morning. Finish getting ready I'll call you back. Just calm. I'll make a presentation. Fuck the Braja.”

“Not about the presentation, uh, meaning the presentation of the second affair. The first about Monic.”

“Monic holidays. I've told you how many times about today's presentation I'll replace Monic. You just sit quietly. Wonder, yes …. Why is everyone's office underestimate if this project is held by Monic? Kasian. Monic is on leave because her mother today had heart bypass surgery.” Gita takes off the clothes with the phone still attached to the ear.

“Can you hear first? Before I had to say that Monic was not very good at public speaking. The friend that you praise is his public speaking is indeed ugly. And the second ... you must arrive at the office immediately. I'd like to take you somewhere.”

“I can't. Don't I have to present? Pak Braja.

“This is about Rama Pramudya. You know?”

The piece of name Lily had just mentioned; her fellow manager friend, made Gita speechless. “Rama Pramudya? Rama my fiance?” Lily's silence across made Gita retreat and lean against the wall. He is not strong when he has to hear bad news. “Rama why? Sick? The accident? You know where..apa...”.

“I wait in the office asap.”

Talks broke down before the Gita could agree. He was clearly showering as fast as lightning. Just wash the body with warm water and brush his teeth in a hurry. That morning Gita skipped the long stages of her skincare and locked the apartment unit after grabbing a bag and limping in heels.

But after locking his apartment and leaving a few steps, Gita returned again to take something she used to carry. “Almost missed.” The gita scoops up some cat food sachets and stuffs them into a bag.

The journey is usually not too far, that morning the distance feels doubled. Gita's mind was everywhere. The memory of the conversation of the meeting he and Rama last time was milling in the mind.

“Make me, you're like home, Git. Where I go home and rest. I want us to marry not just love capital, but the most perfect commitment capital. So ... in a time when the love between us has faded, we can still menggejalanin household with commitment and affection.”

I don't know what Lily's trying to show him. The Gita has no estimates at all. If Rama crashes, Lily's reaction is too calm. “Yes God …. I will not be strong if there is anything with Rama. I won't meet a man as good and perfect as him.” Gita's tears are still. The red light that is long enough to make Gita had shed tears because she stared at the tiny ring that encircled her ring finger.

Gita stepped on the gas pedal deeply. Hope the small city car 1000 CC in black will accelerate faster than usual.

Gita stops the car and opens the glass. “Why are you here? Wait for me in the lobby. I parked first.”

“Open the door!” Lily knocked on the half-opened car glass. “I, didn't I, told you to take you somewhere. Check incoming messages. I sent the location. Follow map aja.” Lily walked in, wearing a seat belt while breathing in.

Confusion with what was going on made Gita drive in silence. Lily's voice only stopped by her ear when giving instructions to turn or remind the traffic light to turn green. Gita took her car into an area she had never been to.

“This new housing. The people who live here are still very few. His security is also no more. Serem,” murmured Gita.

“New and cheap housing more precisely. Look, dong. One floor. At most three rooms. The carport is for one car only. We stop in front.” Lily pointed at the several cars parked by the side of the road.

Gita was silent again. Lily's calmness made her even more agitated. If something could delay his presentation at the office, it would be very important. Lily made her presentation delayed.

“Oke, listen to me.” Lily took a deep breath. “You know that I never interfere in anyone's personal affairs, right? No matter how close I was and the other office kids were, I never interfered in people's affairs. Including your business. So, whatever happens after we get into that house, I don't want you to act cheap and embarrass yourself. I just want to show you directly because if it's just a talk you won't perc..”.

“Ly! Diem! Thats enough. Come down.” Not yet Gita already felt her heart squeezed. The thing Lily would show him was definitely not ordinary. But ... will be postponed how much longer? That day, he had to make a presentation.

Gita felt her pair of legs were given an iron ball. Weight. How many cars that visit in the morning in the corner of the house looks unnatural. “This is Rama's car …. He said it was still out of town.” The words that Gita had just spoken sank in her throat. His lover's car is indeed one of the cars that visited the corner house. Lily who was walking next to him was pretending not to hear. He wondered what Rama was doing in the house.

“It looks like we stopped here. We heard enough from outside. I'm not sure you can get close."

Lily held Gita's arm by the window. Accidentally standing in front of Gita to block his steps if his friend wants to go crazy. Soon the silence that was going on in the room was broken. Slowly but very clearly the voice of a man speaks to someone.

“I received the marriage of Monica Melania bint Azwar Ferdian with mascawin a diamond ring one crate paid in cash!”

“Sah!”

Gita. One hand reflexively held onto Lily's shoulder. “It ... that's Rama's voice, right? Rama. Why marry Monic?”

To be continued