If You're a Mate, How else?
About the Sad News

"Boy died, Yang," Retno told me.

"Boy? Boy yang—"

"Yes. That one," Retno's sister cut me into shock.

"Innalallahi... Why emang? Sick or what?" I was curious while Babas seemed to be stealing my conversation with Retno.

"Denger-denger said Aids," tweeted Mbak Retno. I'm getting shocked. Moreover, I know that he... Oh my God, horrified...

"When will we mourn, Ma'am?" many finally.

"Hm... Want now?" Retno asked back.

"Mr... If now, I'm the same as Mas Tian, I'm looking at the bad Babas.

"Trooosss dating... Said broken. Break up what? Broken up embarrassed?" sindir Mbak Retno's.

"Whisper Mommy!"

"Yes again—"

"When are you going to the funeral home?" cut me back on talking about Boy. If not digituin, Ms Retno will continue to nyinyir. Where's the front man, anyway.

"As far as you. I want it tomorrow as well. You ask what your other friends are? Who knows you'll make a deal with your friend."

"Yes, I'll try to get some info as well. I didn't play the thing, '" I explained.

"Keep mainin what dong? Be careful not to play strange, afraid later even cheered by the devil."

"Weird what the hell, Ma'am! My people are the same Mas Tian again in the park. Ah, I closed first. This is going home.  I'll call you later. Assalamu'alaikum." said I immediately hung up the phone without hearing the answer from Mbak Retno. It's not good for Babas because I lied.

I lyrically the Babas looking at me without saying a word.

"I'm sorry I said again in the park. If he finds out here again, he'll be even more excited. Keep reporting to Mama. Then later Mama calls me and Mas will also get the talk Mama kayak earlier," explained at length.

Babas just smiled, "relax. I understand," he answered. "Who died?" ask without cutting his eyes off from me.

"Temen Mas" I replied. I remember the first time I met Babas. I likened Babas to Boy because I thought he was a rainbow too.

"Oh. Would you like to take her there?" haggling the Babas.

"No need. I'm the same Retno, Mas," I refused.

I'm still sane, don't want to make a scene if I take Babas to the funeral home. In addition to later many friends of models and some artists, there must also be journalists who cover because Boy himself has become a soap opera actor even though his name is not so skyrocketed. It is not ethical if you get paparazzi again right in the place of suffering.

"Tonight this is?" ask the Babas.

"Doment, Mas. Let it be good there. They don't usually rush to the grave either. Uh, gatau in the grave or in the cremation. I haven't got the info yet" I said as I picked up the phone at the table.

"Yes, so go home easy?" babas plays his eyebrows.

"Yes. Just relax. Know-know later Mas himself who lectured Mama," ketusku.

The Babas laughed, "it's still afternoon, honey. We'll be home from here at 7, okay?" her door. "Mas still wants to be with you" she told me.

"I'm afraid Mama's talking, Mas," I said honestly. Now I want to live in peace and sentosa. Enjoy the fun days again. I guess I haven't seen that for a long time.

"From here at 7 nyampe house at 8. It's not 10 yet, Yang. Want huh? We cook for our dinner. Want huh?" flirt again.

"Kc... Don't eat at home?" my many.

"If you are hungry, you will eat again in your house" Babas grinned. "Now I want to cook for us. Counting the exercises," he grinned as he moved towards the kitchen. I don't want to, I smile at you hearing it. "Here Yang, what do you want to eat?" taking him makes me want to not rise up to follow him.

"Wagyu, salmon?" his tan pointed meat and fish at me.

"free. I like both of them mature, Mas," I replied.

"So sure salmon likes it?" tanyanya doubt.

I nodded, "can still eat, Mas. Except for the fish that really smell fishy, then I do not like," I replied steadily.

"OKAY. Just to be safe," Babas kept the salmon in the freezer.

If you want to cook meat, why? Basic om-om labile.

But even though it is labile, its cooking ability does deserve a thumbs up. His blood is thicker in cooking. Evidently with the use of cooking spices and cooking way he is different from my family.

Kanjeng Ratu if you cook meat only in rendang, stew, gule, tongseng, any food that is abundant with spices until you eat the use of the spice is already delicious.

But the Babas cook simple, minimal seasoning and still evocative with the look. But I don't know what it's like.

While Babas was cooking, I was busy setting the dining table. I wondered what it would be like to live together with her. Will it be this bad? Or will it be bland?

Of course, all day I felt something different. Starting from the meeting, the chatter, even the actions of the Babas made my imagination travel to the future with him.

"Bon appetit" Babas told me after we sat down. This fancy dinner can be done at home. No need to go to a fancy place. Is it because of Babas' house that supports the atmosphere? Ah, without realizing it, I feel comfortable here. The atmosphere is quieter than at home. I also feel at home with him.

If I don't remember Kanjeng Ratu and our status is still illegal to stay together, I'm reluctant to go home. But again Mama's face haunted me, inevitably we had to go home and get a welcome from Mama who was waiting for us from earlier.

"But home?" whispered to me.

I just nodded, though I was not willing to part. I swear, why am I being this way?

"Tomorrow tell Mas you're leaving, okay?" door me. I nodded again while looking at her away after she said goodbye to Mama.

Gladi risked living at home with my handsome Mas today is really fun. I can't wait to stay with him. So impatient, until I dream and wake up with a cheerful heart when I want to mourn the dead.

But my pleasure vanished once I arrived at the funeral home. In accordance with the all-black outfit that I wear, the grief of loss is so clearly felt.

Some are clustered while talking with swollen eyes. Others were praying in front of the coffin crying. Boy is that humble. It is only natural that many people lose their cheerful figure.

"Yang.." said Mieke my comrade-in-arms.

"Long time no see, where are you going?" ask her.

"Gue moved to Bali, Yang," he replied.

"Pillotent. I watched the story of the beach. Stay there?" my many.

"At home. The guy over there I work," he answered. "Gue came back here because of this news. I swear, didn't expect Boy would leave us this soon. In fact, three or four months ago, he went with me and Nico" he said, playing with his arm.

The nico? Nico the jerk? Is that guy still alive?

"Nico?" manya curious.

"Yes. Ex-lo. Pantes lo broke up with him. I'm bar—"

"Which.." call someone as they approach us.

"Long live lo, Nic," cried Mieke to someone who had stopped in my life.

...Waaa.... I finally saw Nico again. The dilemma isn't it? ...