NOT PERPETRATORS
Double Date's!

"I'm sorry" I said withholding embarrassment. I think my face is exactly a boiled crab.

"You're a real bitch too!" said the beautiful woman to me.

"What?"

"Just kidding, okay?"

She smiled, so sweet. The smile added to the impression of ayu on its level of an angel. Dimas likes it.

"I'm Vanessa Lilliana. Call me, Nessa." He pulled out his taper fingers.

"I'm Ima. Imania Sarasvati."

I shook his soft hand like a cotton swab.

"This is your son?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"He's very handsome. Adorable. I really like those wiggly eyelashes, son? What's yourname?"

Arka glanced at me.

"Come, meet Aunt Nessa." I asked Arka to shake the woman's hand.

"Darling ... What's your name?"

"Arka, Auntie," replied Arka timidly.

"that ... Aunt wants to know. Try, your full name, honey."

"Denan Arka Sebastian." Arka is already fluent in pronouncing the letter 'R', his speech has started smoothly.

"Good name" he said.

The mood turned awkward. I want to leave my feet from here immediately. My husband seemed familiar talking to the doctor. I try to keep myself busy with my son. To distract herself from Nessa's gaze.

I'm awkward to talk to him. She's so perfect. I compare myself to him. To be honest, I feel far from 'perfect' compared to Nessa.

My body is now more contained. I used to be slim Nessa. My hair is beautiful. That was, before the hijab, before marriage.

Now, I'm just focusing on my little family. Taking care of my son and husband. Tired after doing a homework job, makes me have extra energy. I started to ignore my eating patterns. For me, importantly, we are healthy.

"Where do you work?"

"I ... don't work," I replied briefly.

"Oh ...."

Is there something wrong with me? His expression made me grieve. Isn't it the job of a housewife to take care of the child and the husband?

"You're a graduate, aren't you?" Those narrow eyes looked at me curiously.

Nope. If only I answered 'no', of course his expression would be even more heartbreaking.

"Yes, I'm a graduate of S1 Art Education." I am proud to answer.

He held back his laughter. "Oh ...."

The pretty impression on his face melted away instantly. Along the face of the judges. It sucks! Patience Immania!

"I'm a graduate in Medical Sciences, at Stanford University," he explained.

I was stunned, shocked. Worth it! That means .. so .. she is the woman who caused our relationship to break up.

"Oh ...." Suck up lemon juice quickly.

Why am I still angry? Didn't I move on? Hey, Immania! You're married! Just go through each one!

"Darling, I'll drop by your house later, okay?"

I saw the doctor had finished eating.

"Not now, Ness!"

"Loh, why? I've never seen your new home, have you?"

Whahuh? Nessa has never set foot in the doctor's house. Means .. I was the first woman he took to his house.

"Later I have important business."

Nessa smiles. "Okay, next time."

I glanced at the eagle doctor. I don't know why .. There's something weird in my eye catch. Makes my brain wonder. Why is the doctor hiding something? Or just my feelings.

In parking.

"Where's your car?"

"We don't have a car yet." Mas Bastian answered Nessa kindly. Then take the motor.

"Pity of Arka, yes. He was a kid. It's not comfortable, ride a bike."

I smiled hearing it. "For us, the important love. Love is more important than matter. What is the point of a relationship without love. It's like a picture without a picture. Empty," I said spontaneously.

Nessa chuckles. "Yes, that's good."

***

The sound of the door being knocked. I was busy cooking in the kitchen.

I open door. Early in the morning like this, who's visiting?

"Assynogaal?"

"Girisham? Goddess!" I was surprised to see the Goddess coming. He also carried something in his hand.

"This is for you!" He brought a box.

"Kue?" I accept it with pleasure. "Thank you."

I know very well my best friend. For a long time, the Goddess had not visited my house. Last time, when it was a misunderstanding. The Goddess comes to my house almost every Sunday. He loves making cakes. From a burnt cake, a slam, a sweetness, to a perfect cake taste, I once tasted it. All from the handmade Goddess.

"Tumben, it's early in the morning. Usually afternoon. Come inside!"

"Eh .. do not. Next time, huh? I'm here tomorrow, huh! We're going for a walk, huh?"

"OKAY. Thanks cake?"

"Either. I'm sorry, Ima."

"Be careful!"

I went back inside the house. Bastian was already sitting in the dining chair.

"Who?"

"My best friend."

"Your best friend?" Mas Bastian knitted his two eyebrows.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Goddess?"

Who else.

I answered with a nod.

"You guys are better?"

"It."

He looks confused. "Good."

"He brought you this cake." I cut the pandan-flavored round cake, then served it at the dinner table.

"Mas."

"Yes." Yeah." Grabbing a piece of cake from the plate.

"A few days ago, the Goddess and I were talking in the garden. He was talking about that time."

"What questions?"

"That's, you know, about the misunderstanding first" I replied. "He has admitted that he has misjudged me" I continued.

"Thank God." Mas Bastian while enjoying the cake made by Dewi.

"But, Mas! Something is strange! Cook, Dewi had said .. em .. at that time he had said ... he said ... Mas same her husband Goddess, there is a covenant --"

"Ohuk!"

Suddenly Mas Bastian choked. I'll give her a glass of water soon.

"Mas, isn't anything?"

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