LOVATY 1.0
Anger

“THICKEN!” shout Calya. It was fortunate that the one beside him right now was not a real human being. If not, you may have had a heart attack. The virtual man was about to speak but Calya first spoke.

“Why does it turn out to be so sensitive after dating? Whereas before he had never acted like this to me!”

Keanu again tried to speak and again - again preceded by Calya.

“I don't care! Whatever he wants to say! Whatever he thinks of me, I don't care! I don't want to talk to him!”

Keanu stupefied at Calya, waiting for the next words to come out of the woman's mouth. But that even makes Calya upset.

“Why silence? I spoke at length, but you were silent like a statue. Shitty!”

“I think you still want to talk.”

“Forget!”

“Are you not sad about fighting with your best friend?”

“I... But it wasn't me who started first!”

“In a quarrel, the ones responsible are both parties. The injured both sides and the one who has to fix his is also both sides.”

“But I..”.

“Unless you really want to lose your best friend.”

Keanu's figure suddenly disappeared when an incoming call appeared on the phone. Calya took her phone. Receiving incoming calls without making a sound, letting people there talk.

“Alright, I'll be ready - ready.”

A sentence that the woman said before she hung up the phone. Calya walks into her room, just minutes before she is seen leaving her apartment.

***

Dad took me to dinner together. I think I know the reason. I don't want to go, I don't want to hear him discuss the matter. But I have no reason not to go. I have no reason to refuse, never.

“You've arrived?” 

Dad always looks neat in his suit. Like he was always ready to go to work.

“You drove your car here?”

The questions he asked me were always the same, general things. Impressed as a base - stale on a stranger.

“Iya,” and I can only answer it briefly.

“You should come by taxi, so that Arion can drive you home. You must create a situation that can bring you closer.”

Finally he started this topic, I don't even want to answer.

“Do you see him often?”

“No. I'm busy working on projects in the office.”

“Don't be too busy working! You have to take her out - walk and eat!”

‘Haaahhh.’ 

The long breaths I let out in place of words and emotions I was holding back. How long do I have to hold him?

“After all what else do you want to pursue at your workplace? After marriage you will stay at home.”

“Why do you think I'll stop working if I'm married?”

“Of course! That's how it should be. Women have the right to have an equal education with men, as well as a career as they want only until they get married.”

“Why? Why does it have to be like that? Why can't women discuss it first?”

“Don't talk like that! Don't let them hear you talk like that!”

“What if they hear?”

“They will probably cancel this matchmaking plan. However they come from well-respected families, they have high standards for their children's spouses. Don't make mistakes!”

“If they have the same thoughts as father, I will not accept this matchmaking.”

“What do you mean?”

“I will not accept this matchmaking!”

“Since the beginning I have wanted to reject this match. I'm not like Mom and Dad.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean my words? Pretend to be the perfect happy family! That's what you always do, right? Nah! That's what we always do. A hardworking father who loves his family. A good mother and wife, always looking out for family. And I. I am the perfect daughter of your upbringing. Everything's fake!”

“Stop your bullshit!”

“Omong empty? Okay, if that's bullshit. Do you know what food I like? The subjects I like? Who's myfriend? No, Dad doesn't know. So did Mom. You don't even know.how tormented I am every time you fight at night.”

The pupils of Mr. Yohan's eyes were seen growing when he heard his daughter's words. This was the first time Calya had spoken long enough to him. Moreover, the words - he just said were full of emotions. An emotion she had not known had been harbored by her daughter for many years.

“From now on I will take care of my own life, do not set my life again!”

Calya ran away from her father who was still sitting quietly on the chair. The middle-aged man almost forgot to breathe before he finally let out a long, heavy breath. Mr. Yohan could only massage his temples as his head began to feel dizzy.

Outside the restaurant, Caya who just ran is now in the car. He still hasn't stepped on his gas pedal, even started his car engine. It was just there, with both hands on the wheel. That hand was currently holding his face down. Letting go, her tears freely flowed, even though her crying voice was barely audible.

***

A woman walks into Calya's apartment. He stopped right at the entrance, silent there. Occasionally his hand tried to reach the bell button there and he stopped. Several times he turned around to leave the place but he canceled. Lastly, when he really intended to leave, he found a woman was heading towards him. Someone he really wants to meet.

“Calya.” 

Qeiza was slightly surprised when she saw Calya was walking towards her. While Calya at the end there did not give an answer. The woman just kept walking. Qeiza thought for a moment that her friend was still angry and was trying to ignore her. But all that was lost when Calya immediately hugged him while crying bitterly. Qeiza felt confused, but still returned the embrace of her best friend.

“Minum,” Qeiza gave a glass of water to Calya, for now swapping roles of being the owner of that house.

Both of Calya's hands clasped tightly onto the glass, drinking the contents bit by bit. His eyes were swollen, the rest of the tears that had been flowing profusely were still visible there. While his eyeballs were pointed straight ahead, I don't know what he was thinking.

Qeiza arrived - suddenly embracing the woman from the side. Leaning his head on the woman's shoulder, while his hand slapped Calya's right arm softly. He could clearly see the sadness of his friend, and the sadness was only this time he could see.

“You don't want to ask what happened?”

“It's okay, you don't have to story.”

Hearing Qeiza's reply made Calya's tears flow again. The woman bowed her head, crying so much that she made her body tremble.

A few minutes later, Calya finally stopped crying. Qeiza also released her hand that had coiled in the body of her best friend. Their eyes finally met.

“Why are your eyes so swollen?” calya asked after seeing the face of her best friend.

“Because I've been crying.”

“Your base. Why are you also crying. Look at your eyes getting squinty.”

“Do I need to get a mirror? Your eyes are just as narrow now.”

The two friends wipe each other's tears on their faces. The anger of the two disappeared along with the tears they removed. 

...‘You can only sustain anger in your best friends when they look good - fine.’...

“How did you come here? I thought you were still working on me?”

“Of course I'm still mad at you! But Damina said..”.

“Damian? She said what?”

Previously in the park

“You seem to know him very well, why not try to understand him this time as well?”

“NO! THIS TIME HE REALLY SUCKS!”

“Try you think well. Do you think he's happy to do all that?”

Qeza looked at Damian. The man's question muffled his momentarily overflowing irritation.

“If it's true what you said, he must have also felt very hard all along. But at least he has a friend. At least the existence of a friend can lead him through difficult times. But maybe he doesn't have anything ready right now. How will he get through it all alone?”

Qeiza pondered over the words Damian spoke. To him the words of the man made a lot of sense. Enough to make him think hard like this.

“Come, I'll get you home now.”

“Take me somewhere else.”