
But that happiness only lasts a moment. November came with strong gales that whipped and ravaged my household. And it started when I accidentally found Reza's phone. I mean -- the one phone he kept secret from me.
At that time I wanted to replace the dark gray sheets that we used to wear with blue sheets with pink flowers that I just bought. I accidentally found one phone that was exactly the same as Reza's. In plain sight there is not the slightest difference between the phone with his cellphone that he uses everyday. Reza's phone is in his hand. I looked at myself with my eyes, as I walked out of the room, Reza carrying her phone in her hand.
Then, why keep one other phone behind my back?
I'm trying to tinker with the phone I found. Can't do. I don't know the password to open it. At the same time, Reza returned to the room empty-handed. From his expression, he was a bit surprised to see that phone in my hand.
"This is your phone, Mom? How did you slip it in there?"
He's nodding. "It's okay," he said - try as casually as possible. He came up to me and took the phone out of my hand.
"You changed the password, huh?"
"Oh, yes."
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why change the password?"
Reza started to misbehave. "Why? Its alright. At that time my phone was hanging, I kept serving. So I changed the new password."
"What?"
"What?"
"Your new password, what?"
"Repo."
"I can't know? I have no right?"
"No. You deserve to know, really."
"So?"
"Attent. Let me replace it with an old password."
You lied, Mas. You think I'm stupid?
"This," he said. He handed the phone to me.
"Mas."
"Emm?"
"There's something you're covering for me, huh?"
"What's? There's no."
Okay, fine. "See this." I show you my phone, I'm making a phone call to her number. "The phone is connected. But this phone doesn't ring."
Reza's getting the wrong way. "I bought a new phone when it was serviced" he said. "My phone seems to be lagging below. A moment." He went straight out of the room.
I'm shaking. This is unnatural. Had he been honest, he would not have given a convoluted answer. He should have said what he was without me asking the questions that trapped him. And unfortunately, he was smart enough, there was not the slightest trace on that secret phone. Even all social media in a state of log out plus with a new password. All of his account passwords have been changed.
Patience, Nara! Do not fuss in front of Mother. You'll know something's not right. You are not a foolish woman who will die when the harsh reality ruins your world.
Such is. In the days that followed, I tried to think it was just a strange incident and almost managed to convince myself until the next time I found evidence of Reza's other lies. A screenshot from Aarin made me freeze instantly. I immediately searched Salsya's facebook account and found many posts that made me stunned.
Jakarta, November 12th.
Happy Father's Day. Our son misses you. Love you, Father RD.
Oh my God, I take a deep breath. How dare he break his promise to me.
Still holding on patiently, I-scroll his facebook wall down to see other posts. And there's a lot. But there are only three things I want to do with Reza. Three things made my blood boil.
Bogor, August 23.
Ngidamku. Fried rice five feet. The fried rice is normal, but the mouthful from your hand makes the fried rice feel special rather than five-star fried rice.
Bogor, October 11th.
Ii'm sorry. Because of me you're getting a fever.
Jakarta, November 05.
Welcome to the world, little Dinata. And for you, thank you, for being a good father to our little hero. You're the best dad.
Oh, my God, I'm claustrophobic. Suddenly my world collapsed on my head.