Now Or Soon U Mine!
14. First Movement
Later that night, Akilla invites Bara to discuss something that seems very important. The window is tightly closed curtains, the door is locked firmly. Note, just the two. No, it's not about their love affair, it's the strange fate that brought them here. There are too many irregularities that they experience in this increasingly sophisticated world, so they do not see the tangle of red threads that will be the main key to their problems.
For the sake of a more quality discussion and did not take much time, Bara borrowed a large white board from Radka's office quietly. Because he hasn't seen his brother's nose since he was in the toilet. Maybe leave? I don't know. When bringing the board here, Bara monologued himself, never got an answer. Finally, he incriminated the sound, formally accented as Radka, allowing himself to transport white wooden planks, black markers, and rulers.
Glasses without glass were involved in each partner's nose absurd to dramatize the atmosphere. While Akilla was lying on the bed, noting strange things in a special book prepared impromptu, Bara stuck to the photos of important people that they should discuss tonight as well to completion.
Bara was actually a bit unkind to Akilla, especially the heart-wrenching sobbing of the girl she hated. Did he lose his parents and here, his parents are still alive? Just like Bara lost Radka? He doesn't know much about the girl's life. All he knew, Akilla did not want to stop talking and never jaim, let alone regarding food. The immediate family he knew was only Om Panji, Aunt Nofi, and Dean. If you remember again, when High School he met his friends. He was curious about the continuation of their relationship after the tragedy caused by him.
"Udah finished?" tanya Bara. I can't guess when the discussion will be over. The sooner the better. Akilla got up while closing the ballpoint pen, "yap, no."
Bara takes a long ruler of a special wood whiteboard as a pointer stick, it is indispensable in meetings. Displayed there photos of Radka and Akilla's parents were both taken during the wedding reception– which he never felt–, Bara found it in his own mobile gallery which then printed his photo.
Bara's hand held low, allowing Akilla to read a fact that said, "we are 5 years older than we should be. And we. married" read Akilla implied doubt on the last word.
But Bara seems unperturbed by that. "This fact is very strange and impossible to happen. I–" Bara cleared his throat for a moment, not remembering the formal language he had to use while, "i never liked you, let alone chase you." For a moment Bara noticed every inch of Akilla's body staring back at him sharply, as if stripping him mercilessly. "You're not the type of wife, not even the boyfriend I ever imagined" she continued.
"I was told to choose between you and your ten-year-old son." Akilla suddenly stopped saying. Stupid, it's so in my heart, there's nothing better? "gue mending became a spinster."
Bara stuck it with a snort. "Back to the topic, in my opinion, the best solution is divorce.."
"Huh? I personally agree, but I think, mending us go through this 2 months more. You have a heart, make disappointed your parents? If I was the. You've agreed to be my fake husband" Akilla spray that I crumpled again chatty. Promise is debt. And debt must be paid. As small as that.
"When I was afraid.."
"Khilaf your nutmeg is bald! If so, I nabrak lo use tronton, mutilate lo so 34 parts, continue to be taken to each province of Indonesia and say I khilaf, how?" Akilla sat down, feeling the talk of Bara who clucked up.
Flick Bara's finger signalling the idea has been obtained. "Where would we be, as friendly as other husband and wife–" bruk! The pillow strike landed hard on his face. "Bac*t lo, say I want mode!"
Bara flat gaze like Cipularang Toll. In addition to being chatty and troublesome, Akilla is also an impatient person waiting for the end of his opinion. Akilla tilted his head, got an idea that felt quite brilliant. "When we pretend to be a happy couple for two months, and then one month later, one of us is caught cheating. So we have alesan for divorce!"
Genius. The idea is genius. Exactly the same as the proposal that will be given. Not willing to waste too much time, they agreed to run the plans Akilla– and Bara–, without any more comments.
Bara again let him read the next point.
***
Mrs. Haryata and Mr. Haryata looked at each other strangely at the dinner table. They realized the strange attitude of his youngest son. A friendly bribe from Akilla's hand was well received by Bara who smiled widely, as if receiving birthday gifts in leap years. Bara smiled cheerfully as Akilla praised as she patted the tops of her head like she was feeding a dog, the child meant.
The two oldest couples in the house chuckled softly. Shaking head. You young people.
"So..." Mr. Haryata opened the conversation, because the aura given by Radka was very dark, gloomy, compared to the light emitted from two people beside him. Like heaven and hell together. Bara turned his head, sipping drinking water in front of him, "..have you gone to honeymoon where?"
Water gushes from Bara's mouth –untungungya– to his wife –not to side dishes at desk– like Mpa Dukun is healing his patients from witchcraft curses. If not in front of his parents-in-law, Akilla would have loved to bogem raw into Bara's smooth cheeks until his entire glowing was gone. He just put on a flat face, wiping the water that started dripping. If Bara was really her husband, then her lips would have thrown: fortunately husband, good profit handsome. Unfortunately, it was a god-level delusion that was very impossible for him to pronounce.
Aware of pretending to be friendly, Bara picked up a nearby tissue, his scar wiped his lips after overcoming the spray, and wiped Akilla's face.
Akilla snorted sebal. It's fallen, hit the stairs anyway. Once again he locked up the intention to bogem Bara. Attention is indeed. But don't use her old tissue anyway! Akilla can only cluck. The spray water from it is completely wiped with a spray-on tissue. One pack.
"Ehm, we. want to stay alone" Bara replied quickly after his sympathy was harshly criticized.
"alone? The apartment? Or villa?" Mr. Haryata replied calmly.
"No, the real house." explained Bara who stopped his father's activities. In the meantime, Mrs. Haryata smiled amusedly, basic children today, more like a long honeymoon at home but every day than a honeymoon abroad for only a few weeks.
Knowing the thoughts of her mother-in-law, Akilla gasped, "s-soal, we want to be independent.. will Kak Bara?" Akilla turned his head, kicked Bara's leg under the table, telling him to speak up again.
"Yes, we don't want to repotin Mama Sama Papa anymore. So.." Bara tilted his head in one motion, finishing the obvious sentence.
For a moment, the two adults thought, looking at each other.
The eldest son who had been silent, raised his voice, "sure to be independent?" Radka plays her prickly eyebrows. Mr. Haryata and Ny. Haryata is sensitive to the bachelor's mind. They nodded, the head of the family announced the decision, "of course! You can stay alone!"
Akilla and Bara cheered. Well, their first plan up here worked. At least, if they do not live others, including their own families, they will act less as a couple.
Until happiness was a little stalled when Radka continued his idea, "let alone, buy a house with the land use your money. Better, Bara doang as the head of the family."