My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Enough to Know

Seven days have passed since the departure of Dirgantara senior, the traces of grief are still felt but they begin to live a normal life. Excel started working a few days ago.

Rain trails wet when dusk hangs. Just finished a shower after helping prepare dinner when Excel entered the room.

"Home home?" ask them when they look at each other. Naja combed her hair with her fingers, as fragrant asherbak instantly filled the room.

"As you can see ..." replied Excel as he passed, passing by Naja who poked her lips. Excel took off his suit, his fingers pulling the cloth wrapped around the collar of a young ash shirt that was clearly printing a pile of increasingly compacted muscles. Dump him in bed and sit on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.

Just exhale into the air, letting go of what Excel does. His job is to pack everything. Naja's steps swung onto the sofa, and threw his body there.

For a full seven days, Naja and Excel rarely engage in conversation. The man seems busy all the time and Naja is reluctant to disturb him which will even make it difficult on his own. The sofa became a soft bed for Naja, now he no longer complains because his body is getting used to it.

During that time also the curiosity of Papa Excel and Alicia who had steamed, yawned just like that. Enough already he knows, that Excel has another father and sister besides the one who lives in this house. Though something in him feels itchy to know how he can have another perfect father. Their stories must be interesting.

“Why not take a shower immediately? Your bathroom I cleaned after wearing it.” Cetus Naja when Excel appears to linger there.

“Alicia is my step-sister .. and the man with her is my birth papa.” Excel turned his head slightly towards Naja. Ignoring the question of Naja who is now sitting on the sofa.

After the events of the day, Excel did want to tell the truth, but something was blocking them from talking. Plus his job that he can not leave and time to just talk less. Jen and Ranu endlessly invite Naja to linger in their room, and that sometimes makes Excel feel upset.

Naja who wants to lay down on the arm of the sofa, re-energize his body “Ya ..?”

“He is not Micah ...,” Excel got out of bed and sat on the sofa opposite Naja.

“I know ...,” Naja pulled one corner of her lips.

“You're not curious?” Excel leaned his body by resting his elbows on his knees.

Just take a breath, “Because I'm nobody to you, curious is free, at the end of it you won't say anything either ‘kan?”

Excel paused for a moment, noticing the ripples of Naja's face that seemed to be unconcerned. “Mama and Papa split up because Mama Sia.”

“Sort Jen is not so fond of Alicia,” Naja murmured in heart.

Naja exhaled, the tail of his eyes glancing at the gloomy-looking Excel. “If you still feel pain telling your parents' past, it's better not to talk. I don't think too much about it, after all just know who they are for you.”

Excel raised his face, encountering the face of Naja who was staring at him. The silence interjected quite long between them, even if there was a needle that fell down it would definitely be heard.

“Mandilah ... your body odor is smelled to here.” Naja snorted his nose, as if a foul smell had slipped into his nose. His index finger even rubbed the tip of his nose, as if to throw out the smell hanging there.

“Heh .. don't want .. my future is at stake. Which man's words can be held?” gerutu Naja while laying down his head. Grabbing a cell phone and immediately making a video call with his mother in the village.

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Excel does not shower immediately when it arrives in the bathroom. He lingered staring at his reflection in the mirror. She is not okay after meeting Micah for the second time. Whether he was just waiting as Rega said or indeed Micah really wanted Excel to forget about him, Excel didn't know. All he knew was that Micah was easily found even on the tiled streets.

Excel took a hard breath, and the long, slender fingers brushed his hair back. Micah today is also still strong with his haughty attitude, not wanting to say anything that could justifiably little of Excel's actions. I want to forget but honestly, I can't. However, his current state does not justify if he has feelings or even remembers Micah again.

Excel pushes her body to her feet, her current focus, if she can she wants to behave like a husband for Naja. After all, Naja can be invited to compromise even though his attitude sucks.

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“Pa ... Ma, the day after tomorrow I will stay alone with Naja,” Dinner was back like last time. Tonight, Excel ventured to ask permission to escape and live independently. She wants to start her life with Naja—should be Micah—in a new place.

Naja—yang has since stayed here sitting next to Excel—holding a hunching husk in his throat. Yes, he almost spouted water that had just pushed food in the esophagus into his stomach, if only he did not immediately close his mouth. The future of Naja is bleak to hear Excel.

Harris glanced at his bowed wife, knowing that sooner or later her son would say that, but she did not expect it to be this fast.

“Can't you guys stay longer here? A few months maybe? Or just buy a house in front of it, so you guys don't go too far with us?” Harris understood this was what Kira wanted to say, but he was still too sad if there had to be another farewell.

“Our house is only ten minutes from here, Pa... we will often play here, Papa don't worry too much.” Excel said convincingly, the side of his foot nudged Naja as if he wanted Naja to help convince his Papa.

“Alright if it wants you .. if you have no intention to do anything.” Break up Harris later. He does not want to look selfish and obvious is watching the son.

"We wouldn't dare, Pa ...," the corner of Excel's lips published a smile of satisfaction. His hand grabbed a glass of water and downed it.

While the others, shed their shoulders almost simultaneously. Disappointed because finally they can no longer suck Naja all they want to embrace again.

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