
"Carca!" I said while glaring and there was happiness to be able to meet him here.
"Sopo arka? This is Mas Arya," said Rayi refuting my words.
"You Arka want Arya the same, Arka Aryasetya" said Arka as she reached out to me.
I greeted his handshake with a smile
"Duh Gusti, Mr. Surya," said Rayi as he approached the stocky man and shook his hand.
"You know each other already? Good." said the mother in a pleased tone.
Rayi and I looked at each other trying to wake up and get back to the red thread. I looked at Arka, though, friend Awan who I know works as a cafe singer and has a side job as an online driver is Mas Arya Rayi who has a company and employees of more than five hundred people and him is it 'the guy'? I didn't run out of sense, I grabbed my phone from inside the bag, then I made a dark caller number call and the phone in his hand rang. My eyes were wide open trying to deny all this.
"Arka, maybe there's another truth you want to tell me?" I said with the phone fixed in my ear and looked at Arka with mixed feelings.
"I just want you to live well and always be happy" Arka said in a cradling voice.
Without a word, I passed through Arka just like that, I pulled Rayi into the house and we ended up in my room. I was breathing irregularly and Rayi gave me a bottle of mineral water which I sipped straight away.
"He's Mas Arya?" I asked while pointing out of the house.
"Yes obviously, Mr. Surya wong is also here" said Rayi very confidently, "Jeez, Mas Sur is what Mr Surya is talking about?" rayi said while holding back a shout as he realized the reality.
"He's Arka, his best friend Awan who is a singer in a cafe where I often visit the same Awan" I said adding the facts I know
"That jerky, that cafe has Mas Arya," said Rayi who made me only able to gape. So all this time Arka sang in her own cafe?
"And he was the man, the dark caller," I said and sat on the bed. My legs feel weak and unable to support my body.
The hermit Arka hid herself. Of course, even Awan who claimed to be his best friend did not know anything about the background of Arka. All the Clouds know is good Arka, always supporting her and never harming her. I should have realized that he was from the upper economy at the beginning I was fascinated by his pure white skin, looking very well groomed.
"If I thought it was easier now because you know each other" Rayi said
Yes, maybe things will get easier, but how should I explain it to the Clouds? If I can't resist this match, how strong Awan is able to withstand the pain of being betrayed not only by his lover, but also by his best friend. I ruffled my hair and rubbed my face violently. What kind of love story am I living if I have to marry my best friend?
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Tonight there is only me and Arka on the porch of the house to feel the cold of the night accompanied by the sound of crickets. Two cups of coffee accompanied us. I'm putting together too many questions and scrambling for me to say but I don't know where to start.
"The first question" said Arka broke the silence.
"Here you go" he answered briefly.
"Do you know that I'm the one who's been betrothed to you?" ask again.
"Already," the same answer was given to me.
I then shut up, had to calm down, exhale inhaler three times. Indeed I recognized Arka but I never spoke to her for a long time. I was confused to ask what else.
"My parents want to have a real Javanese ghost, smart, independent and tough and they think it's on you" Arka said as I stayed silent for a long time.
"I'm not that java. I mean the real java and it looks clear it's like Rayi," I said to give an example.
"Hey den ayu, my father and your father were arguably have a complex relationship since time immemorial. There must be another reason from them that I don't know for sure" Arka said with a smile.
"Keep taking it for granted?" I asked him for an explanation.
"If you accept it for what?" Arka asked back.
"I just want to make my parents happy. I know their age is no longer young. Mumpung there's still a chance I want to be a filial son," I said with slightly dewy eyes.
"That means we're the same, I still have time I'll make my parents happy. My happiness is not important at the moment" said Arka who touched me. "But your happiness is important to me. I have no problem if you object and intend to cancel all. All decisions remain in your hands, Kas." he continued.
I even felt curious and astonished by the way of Arka's mind. It was as if he had no definite purpose for his own life and his life was dedicated to the benefit of the lives of those around him.
"While this was the first yes, if later in the end you decide to be my future, then I tell you everything. Let there be talk to live the days together" said Arka again enigmatic and made me have to think hard about where the conversation was going.
"If I refuse this matchmaking how?" I also have a lot of hiccups with the many things that are implied in each of his words.
"Yes you don't need to know, it won't matter to you" he replied.
Then I have to marry him to be able to answer the curiosity that accumulates in my head.
"Yes, the atmosphere is getting colder, I want to go home first. You think well before you make a decision, the future is yours, do your best" said Arka who made me even more curious about her.
Is it possible that she set me up so that if my relationship with my father goes bad because I refused this matchmaking or my relationship ends with Cloud if I accept this matchmaking it's all my fault. But if I dig deeper, all this is my problem so all the responsibility should be on me. I have to choose between the Father and the Cloud. Only I can determine which one I think is best and can make me happy.
Arka entered the house for a moment to say goodbye to father and mother. He also asked me to go inside the house because it was almost ten in the night, it was time for bed, he said.
I went into the room and recalled my conversation with Arka earlier. Before I go to bed I should check my phone. Lots of calls from the cloud. But I don't know if I should call back or not.