If You're a Mate, How else?
Glassy Perihal

The Babas straightened his body. His eyes were now seriously waiting for my answer until I finally nodded as well. Okay, there's no harm in me hearing her life story. Instead of us being quiet with each other, the ones that were later became awkward.

"Mas has been orphaned since High School, Yang," said Babas opened the story without me asking. "At that time, Papa died in an accident. And from that moment on, Mas's family turned upside down, "he rolled his eyes in another direction as if he was remembering.

"In short, after Papa died, Mama boyong we went home. Maybe it's because here Mama feels like she has nobody but us kids."

"Finally, Mas also went to college there. That's because I got a scholarship, not a personal fee. And while there, Mas had to adapt again to the new environment. Dealing with new people who are super straight, organized, and serious is really not easy. Although not at home, but what else? You have to survive."

"Where did Emang Mas go home?" cut me.

"Germany" he replied.

"When to return to Germany? I think he went back to his real village. This is even to Germany. His name is not to go home dong village if so, but to move country!" my protest.

"Back home, dong. Kan Mas did not transfer citizenship. He is still an Indonesian citizen. Just, living temporarily in Germany - Mama's village, "The Babas always had an answer every time I protested.

"Don't dong Mas village say it! If the village is rural it is like that."

"Yes... Anyway that's it," Babas restored his hair. "For this reason, shall we debate again, Yang?" Now he protests.

Yes also. After all, he was the one who lured himself.

"Mas said it was a village. Though kan—"

"Yes, it's wrong" cut it. "The point is, while there. Life is not good. Mas over there odd jobs while in college to help Mama even though there is no obligation to make a living, but where can Mas stand by to see Mama raise Ellen alone, right?"

"Until one time, Mas felt he had enough skills related to the field of lecture Mas. I want to go back to Indonesia alone to complain about my own fate because the longer, the less comfortable there."

"And from there, Mas tried to make a small company with the capital of a computer that Mas brought from Germany. Really bring a really old tube computer to Indonesia."

"Fortunately, at that time the profession that Mas lived is still very rare here. Until the transition period — people began to know the digital world — was a blessing for Mas. I was really flooded with orders at that time. From starting a small company to a large company using Mas services. And that's what changed my life financially." Babas smiled faintly.

"In the meantime, how flooded are the orders? What time was it working?" cut me.

"Web designers and programmers" he answered. I just nodded while ooh ria. Free of charge he explained his work, I also do not understand.

"Everything, if you think Mas 'people are', or Mas could be at this point because of parental power and so on, that's a big mistake. Although the reality used to be, as long as there was Papa, Mas did not lack anything. But, being able to be at this point, Mas fought alone from nothing."

"There is no time for Mas just to hang out like children in general. There is no time for a date. Anyway, target Mas, how can I develop. How can I be in a position worthy of being looked at. How can I buy what I want. It is only natural that I am proud. Not that arrogant or how, only Mas felt the struggle Mas had not been in vain," he said at length.

"There you said you were arrogant do not know the artists or models of your kayak, yes... Because the focus is not there. Mas deliberately away from the things that make Mas opiate like just scroll instagram, Facebook, and other social media. Because what? Because that makes Mas lazy and can only fantasize."

God fucking. He's stalking me.

"Not only make opium, Mas. I can make money from there, really!" my ketus.

"Yes. That's Yayang. Passion Yayang is there. While Mas can't like Yayang. Mas can not say hi as many people or nyapa unknown people except Mas client who really need Mas services. How huh? Anyway, the entertainment world is not the world. Just focus on what you're doing."

I was really just listening to Babas' life story. Feel like reflecting on myself. Struggling from the lowest point, to be in the current position. I also felt how the real struggle of life. Perhaps, his burden is heavier than mine. But in essence, we are both fighters. Of course, it's not just us who have this fate. Out there, there are those who have experienced a much harder struggle than us. And it feels, what he is proud of I can tolerate, because sometimes I feel like it too. Humane right?

"How careful are you? We just met, I married. That's not careful," I deny.

"To be honest when approaching you, Mas already pocketed some information about you. First, from yourself. When you asked Mbak Umi to tell me who you are, until.." he glanced at me doubtfully.

"Until Mas's social media stalking," I'm shy. "A little bit, Mas so know how you are," he said

Crazyaaaa... Did Sebastian do that? He's lacking a job or what?

"Don't the profession Mas is a stalker not a businessman!"

"indiscriminately. It's because of you" he said again.

"lik! It can't be because of me. There must be a lot of Mas kepo-in out there," I accuse.

"Ck, don't believe it. You try to ask Andi deh lose you do not believe in the same Mas," he said.

"Yes, why am I the same that Mas kepoin? Mas before must have been a lot of his bluff too, right? Moreover, Mas lives in Germany, many beautiful bule-bule there."

"Beauty is relative, Yang. Okay, I can see which women are beautiful. But if he's not attractive in Mas's eyes, what? You also see other men, 'wow, very handsome.' But that's just that. Then it forgot. That's it too, right?"

"You're the only one who's interested. Do you know how it feels to like someone? You know what it's like to be near someone you like, how nervous are you? But make you more curious and thoughtful. It doesn't have to be detailed, does it?" it made me silent.

"Emang Mas nervous?" I asked him to make him nod for a moment. "Nerveous how? I snapped it at that time!" No, I'm getting sniffy again.

"Yes, that's because I was wrong too. So confused how?" the answer. "You keep talking about that anyway, Yang?" the protest did not accept. I swear, it's so funny to see his face like that until I have to nahan let's not smile see his face. He will be a geeran again.

"Need to affirm it with you. I never liked bule. While in Germany, Mas is not close to any bule although there are one or two friends bule Mas. But yes, just friends. And Mas's type isn't Bule either. I'm just following the government's advice, Yang."

"Government advice?" beoku.

"Yes. Love the domestic product" he said with a laugh. My reflexes are laughing too. Basic Om-Om! I can aee jokes.

"Believe the same. I don't have gebetan. If Mas had a crush, Ellen would not have been married first," said Babas looking at me fixedly.

"You can also ask Andi, Mas the person is like how, he knows Mas from the time of Mas difficult. She knows all ya—"

"Let's believe!" my ketus.

"Believe, but your heart still refuses, Mas" he murmured.

"No. Who is—"

"So, have you really accepted me?" ask her with a grim face.

Ck, wrong again!