Healing
17. Sunday Night Guest

On a bright Sunday night, most lovers will go out for a walk or just eat out. But not with me and Bian, who just happened this afternoon. We are still in each other's homes even though tonight is so bright, as bright as our hearts.

Indeed we have been together for a whole day, but somehow after both knowing the feelings of each, just a few hours apart, the feeling of kangen has come back.

It feels very embarrassed to ask him first to come to the house to nap, and certainly Bian is also resting because of fatigue after working all day. Moreover, the agenda in the restaurant today is quite solid.

I shouldn't be selfish asking her to come home just because I miss her.

To treat my feelings of kangen, I decided to open my phone, I looked for Bian's photo in the photo gallery, there were only our pictures that were crowded, and I found Bian's photo, when we took pictures in front of the restaurant with other employees after the inauguration of the restaurant last year.

I just realized I don't have a photo of Bian alone. Or a picture of us alone. Indeed, our relationship has just increased to a more serious, yesterday we are only limited to friends, even only limited to bosses and employees, so it is appropriate that I do not have a picture of him.

I deliberately saw Bian's social media, and it turns out he's the type of man who rarely uploads his personal photos. On Facebook and Instagram are mostly photos of restaurants and restaurant menus, there are also some pictures of beautiful scenery in some places. Photos of the sun rising on the top of the mountain, and also the sun setting off the coast.

Bian is a true nature lover, his time is often spent exploring forests, mountains and beaches. It must be nice to be her who loves life in the wild.

I'm still scrolling through the phone screen, looking through Bian's collection of photos on social media, who knows I can find a photo of Bian alone, and down, and down, I could see the photos of Bian that he uploaded a long time ago, the lower down is the photo of the time he was in college, and down again when he was still in High School, I saw a photo of someone who was not foreign to me, he said, I'm very familiar with that face. A very similar face to Shaka, my son.

Bian with three high school friends while riding the mountain, there is Riko, another one I've seen, and the other one is Yoga, Shaka's biological father, Shaka, the lying man who ruined my life .

How can Bian go up the mountain with Yoga?, are they one school when High School?, and how can they know each other?, Bian never once told me about his school-age friends or his college days.

During my time together with Bian more often discuss work affairs, and also the cuisine menu. That's why I don't know too much about any of his close friends, except for Riko who works together at the restaurant.

I was staring at their photo, surprised when suddenly the phone I was holding shook, the person I was missing suddenly made a video call. Is it possible that Bian also feels the same way as me, so he calls me these nights?.

Not waiting long, I immediately picked up a video call from Bian. The first thing I saw on the phone screen was like Bian was in his room. A smile on Bian's face as I said my greetings, I replied to him.

" Another HP toy huh?, what a heck of a lift" asked Bian who now leaned his body on the head of the bed still with a fluffy smile.

I nodded with a grimace, was I so quick to pick up the phone, it must have seemed that I was missing him, and waiting for the phone from him, "Yes, the truth is HP again held, I know, so no cepet, what are you doing?, at home?", I asked.

Bian nodded, "After thinking about you, from earlier your reflection was all over the place, I was in the dining room, there was you, I moved to the room, there was you too, there was you, even then when I went to the bathroom, you followed me too, until I had to hit my own head to realize that it was all my hallucinations".

I laughed to hear his words, it was not only me who kept thinking about it, it turned out that Bian was worse, to hallucinate that I was with him.

" Don't know why I keep thinking about you Ra...., can I play at your house now?, I'm so lost" Bian said in an imploring tone.

I immediately nodded my head, "I also miss you Bi.., but we just met, if we meet again, are you not the boss to squirm me again?", I asked joking. Of course I agree that Bian came to the house, I also miss him. What is this thing called kasmaran?, I don't know...

" Yes no, how can I be bored, wriggling you every time it makes me more love, yes I am ready to make it to your house now, wait a moment yes, yes, I brought a motorbike so I could park in front of your house, so it's not a parking distance".

Bian immediately closed his call, he might instantly get ready to come here, and I... I only wear short cotton pajamas because I don't think I'm going anywhere and there won't be any guests either.

Because Sunday night is not a holiday night for me that can be rationed Friday. Rita is the holiday on Sunday, the ration of our holiday restaurant employees is different, because all employees are given a vacation ration on different days, and all employees are given a different holiday, the restaurant is open every day.

All employees of the restaurant total there are 40 people, in the morning shift 17 employees with various jobs, from chefs, cleanliness, waitresses, cashiers, parking lot and security, among others, also in the night shift with the same number of employees. Every day there will be 3 employees who get vacation rations, that's how Bian and Riko divide the schedule for their employees.

I immediately rushed to change clothes, there was no way I would still wear my pajamas when Bian would come to visit here. I chose a casual, but polite dress. After choosing finally my choice fell on a white blouse with a purple plaid motif, and also long black toad pants.

Before Bian until I accidentally went to a stall near the house, bought biscuits and also coffee for Bian treats later, at home there was no coffee, because my papa rarely coffee, because my papa, papa would rather drink water like me.

" Who wants to come?, why are you so busy, coffee with all biscuits?", asked Mama when I came back from the stall carrying a grocery bag.

" Yes Ma, Bian said he wanted to play here, oh yes ma. just wanted to tell you, I'm the same Bian just made up" I said with a smile sumringah.

I could see the expression on my face that immediately changed, she seemed worried, but soon changed into a big smile.

" So you've decided to choose Bian?, mama agrees, he's a good guy, but have you told Bian about Shaka too?", asked Mama to look at me.

I nodded my head, "Raya told Bian about Shaka, and she didn't change her mind, she still loved me, and wanted to keep everything a secret, he also said he would bring his father and mother here if he allowed it".

Mama nodded, "Of course you let me, I've guessed that Bian likes you a lot, he's a good guy, very good. Later mama talked with papa, now papa has not returned from the mosque ", said Mama. Papa did go praying isa congregate to the mosque with Shaka.

Mom and I stopped our conversation when I heard the motor stop in front of the house. Obviously it is not a motor papa, because from the sound alone it is different, let alone papa was to the mosque on foot with Shaka. That must be the sound of a Bian motor.

Sure enough, soon the sound of knocking on the door and the voice of men saying greetings were heard.

I hurried to put the coffee and biscuits I had bought in the kitchen, and went out to open the door. I reiterate my best smile, so that I look beautiful when Bian looks at me.

" Greetings wa'alaikum", I replied as I opened the door of the house.

But how surprised I was, when the one who came was not Bian, instantly disappeared was already the widest smile on my face, turning into a surprised and annoyed expression, because the guest who came was not Bian, but a man I hate so much, a man I don't want to see his face again. A man who has been almost 13 years I have never seen his face, but until now I can still recognize him, because the face is still the same as 13 years ago, he said, even more handsome and well-groomed, he grew rapidly, because we used to be the same height, now when faced like this, I was only as tall as his chin. His body was stocky and fuller, not as thin as it used to be.

" Who came Ra...?, tell his guest dong, why even stand directly at the door", exclaimed mama from inside the house.

Mama must have thought it was Bian, just as I thought it was, but it turns out that our guess was wrong.

" You.", I said softly.

If you knew who was coming, I'm sure you'd have kicked out this uninvited guest.

Yoga....

Why did he come to my house after a dozen years of disappearing.