Me Gustas Tu's
Touring 5— Balik Jakarta
...Part 37's...
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...MGT by: VizcaVida...
...37...
Caca and Nanda checked all their luggage. Make sure no one is left behind because in two hours they all have to check out from the inn and return to Jakarta.
After the incident of slapping a tree branch last night, Caca was a little annoyed at Nolan. He did not speak in the slightest to arrive at the inn even though Nolan tried to make a chat between them.
“Kening Lo beret-baret tuh, Ca. Got a tree slap yesterday?”
“Pengen I teased the Nolan. He could have taken off the tree branch when he knew I was behind him.” dumal caca still store emotions. “I think he's vengeful as I am, Nan.”
Nanda laughed as she stuffed the dirty clothes into her backpack.
“Nolan likes prank if you already know close. I am also often on the same fad he.” chirped Nanda frankly on the attitude of Nolan that is not known by many people. “But he's so good, Ca. She likes not the guy.”
“Yes, everyone with his perfection and not his perfection.”
Nanda likes to be surprised, Caca is sometimes like silly as often told Nolan to him and Jonathan.
***
After a prayer according to their respective religions and beliefs, Laksa began to raise his right hand, then rotate the index finger for the instructions of the Engine on.
The roar of the motorbike engine returned unpretentious until the inn yard was noisy not playing. After that, they move slowly in turn to exit the area and blend in with other riders on the highway. Caca is in the position he should be. Not to forget he also wrapped both his hands around Nolan's waist.
During the trip, Caca still harbored his frustration due to the careless actions of Nolan who ruthlessly removed the tree branch to slap it hard enough.
“Still angry?” ask Nolan seriously. “I didn't accidentally, Ca. Seriously.”
Caca was silent, not caring. For him now, silence was better than talk and back provoked anger.
Laksa predicted they would reach base Camp at around seven p.m. And now, it's four o'clock. It was a sign that there was still a three-hour trip for them to reach the base camp. Right now, they were stopping to rest in a restaurant.
Nolan let Caca go while it's with Nanda. He then pulled out his phone and checked the status of the order he made yesterday. Still in the manufacturing stage.
“What agent?” jonathan asked after glancing at Nolan's phone.
“Kepo Lo!”
“Gue look around, Lo fits together with Lo.”
Nolan's finger froze over his phone screen. His gaze was fixed on the image of the Titan replica he had just received from the owner he had ordered. His heart thumped suddenly as his eyes caught the beautiful white Titan-robed necklace he had also just received from the same owner.
“Lo jokes are not funny, Jo.”
“Gue is not lying. Yesterday at the beach, there was one member who also said that you guys are suitable. Gas lah.”
Nolan turned his head and flashed Jonathan's eyes flat.
“Gas, gas. You think I'm a stove?”
Jonathan was crushed to the point of almost crashing backwards. Nolan's words sounded funny as his expression looked timid and both his ears and face flushed slightly.
“Sampe Jakarta, take Lan. Do not delay, later pegged chicken.”
“Oath, I remet lip Lo new tau taste yes.”
The journey continues until now the group has entered the capital. Their first goal is the base camp, only after gathering for a short meeting, they can disperse to their respective homes.
Nolan glanced at Caca who was still reluctant to speak. But this time, the woman in the shaking of her motorbike was silent because she was still angry, she was seen being attacked by drowsiness. It managed to pull the corner of Nolan's lips into a smile.
Should he obey Jonathan's mouth?
***
“You go home directly?” caca asked when he saw Nolan about to move when he had just stepped on the front yard of the house.
“Eumm. Ms. Julia has not come home like, not good with your neighbors.”
Caca nodded in understanding. Apparently Nolan also knew there was a guest.
“Ya already, be careful.”
Nolan just quietly did not chim in Caca's words, then turned the steering wheel and turned the motor back on.
“New year you have the same exit plan you what not?”
Caca seemed to think before answering Nolan's question on that one.
“Malem new year, what's his tomorrow?”
“Malem his new year.”
“Besok means. No. no.”
Caca stared at Nolan.
“Ngak. Are you not tired?”
Nolan simply shook his head, then raised one leg wrapped in black leather boots towards the clutch footing.
“I go home first then.”
“Emm, be careful.”
Caca followed Nolan leaving his home. His steps like not willing if the bagundal left the house, for that he walked over the cast bridge and saw the back of Nolan who was getting farther and disappeared at the turn of the alley. Not long after, from the opposite direction Bu Julia came. Caca stroked his chest in thanksgiving as Nolan had already returned home. Otherwise, his mother would have kept Nolan from coming home soon.
“Lho just arrived? said until home in the afternoon?”
“Hosted in his gang collecting place nolan.”
Butut motor Bu Julia crossed the 1.5×1 meter cast bridge, then Caca followed.
“You've eaten? I didn't cook earlier.”
“But.”
“You bought fried rice at that crossroad. Mom wants to take a shower first.”
Caca nodded. He went to the room and changed his clothes in a casual dress, without taking a shower. He said, if it was night it was not good if the bath because it can make the body linu-linu. But Julia never kept quiet with the unfounded anomaly that her daughter believed in.
When he finished, he lowered the motor and prepared to run his mother's orders, buying fried rice for their dinner.
Arriving,
“Mang, fried rice two packs.”
“Ashiap neng gorgeous.”
There is still one queue that requires Caca to wait for his turn to get his order. He pulled out his phone, checked his mailbox, social media, and some other media that he did not open for several hours because of the long trip.
WhatsApp is lucky to be first. Caca shifted towards status updates from the people he was in contact with. It contains various types of hodgepodge Mpok Yuni. Some confide in her cheating boyfriend, some confide in her mom, some post photos with her lover that of course make Caca a little jealous, and Nolan .. tumben? That status was made still three minutes ago. Curious, Caca pressed the circle and the contents of Nolan's post appeared there.
It contains a photo of a pair of legs that are crossing with caption: ‘Try there is him here?’
Caca frowned. She's she? She who? Nolan has a new gig? If so, Caca feels like a withered flower before it develops.
Increasingly, Caca let the picture change by itself towards the second image. It's still the same, a photo. Sweet martabak picture on the motorcycle seat.
“This is a really big tumben?” muttered Caca to himself to make the woman sitting next to him glance. “This is thanks for the code of the bluff time yes?” he murmured again, who lured the woman next to him to open his voice.
“The boyfriend?”
Caca looked surprised. He is a little uncomfortable with this woman because without permission wants to know her privacy.
“Eh, not Tan. Buddies. Bizarrely. Usually never make a status, uh this even makes two at once. I'm a little uncomfortable with that.”
The woman laughed. Caca looked around and there was no motor.
“Tante stay in the area here?”
“Em? Oh no. Aunt's husband is still away for a while, buy cigarettes he said.”
Caca ria-oh hear the answer aunty who looks after this mother. And before long the sound of the matic motor was heard stopping near the fried rice cart, and the familiar voice that Caca was familiar with was well, inviting the woman to talk.
Caca held back desperately not to raise his face and see if his conjecture was right or wrong. He pulled up his mask to the extent below the eyelids. That horrible memory stuck in his mind.
“Mas Joko asked for a quick fix right?” ask the woman to the man. The man she had called her husband.
Waitaminute! If it's the same Joko, means—
Caca hope, the person named Joko is not just his father's name. He hopes that the person named Joko who is now around him, is another Joko. Joko is kind, not Joko who ever hurt and wants to sell it first.
Caca's palm suddenly shook in fear. He wants this couple to get out of here. He did not want if indeed this man named Joko was his father, Caca wanted the cruel man not to see and arrest him. Caca was terrified.
Reflexes, Caca's hands back to see his phone. He looked for his mother's name in phone contact with a wet and trembling fingers. But for some reason, he stopped with a feeling of anger.
He's confused. If he typed a message to his mother, he was sure her mother would come in a hurry and it was very dangerous because all this time his mother's eyes were not so watchful at night. He undoes his intentions and returns to keep his phone in his jacket pocket and lowers the hair he originally tied to cover some of the face to make it faint.
Caca bit her lips which were now shaking. He hoped that the man was unaware of his whereabouts or, all the sacrifices his mother had made during this time, ended up in vain.
But what happened next was enough to make Caca even more shocked in fear. His heart slid to the bottom of the stomach as he lifted his face and his eyes met the man for a moment when he was about to respond to the woman he had just known a few minutes ago. His breath was choked, his face paled when he found the face he knew so well was caught in the pupils of his eyes. He is his father. Joko Suseno's.
The man looked around, wanting to talk. But Caca hurriedly looked down again to avoid the gaze in the man who used to be and until this second was father status to him. Yeah, dad. Because somehow the man's blood flowed in his body. Until at any time, the title of father will not fade and disappear just because of a past. He is still his son, and he is still his father.
“Pedes not neng?” asked the fried rice kang surprised Caca.
“Se-medang aja mang.”
“Siap.”
Caca's gaze suddenly blurred, his hunting breath making his eyes slightly twitched. In fact, the past remains terrible to make him traumatized in fear continues to dominate, even though he was determined to forgive and forget all the bad events of the day.
Should her mother know everything she saw today? Or should she just keep quiet so her mother doesn't worry? []
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