Now Or Soon U Mine!
8. The End of the Beginning of the Problem
"Well, how come you're home at this hour?" ask Aunt Nofi who was sweeping the floor in the living room.
Akilla smiled clumsily, "Akilla's not feeling well. So just take a break, can't you, Auntie?"
Aunt Nofi looked at him strangely. Akilla's attitude is very strange. Rarely did his nephew complain of pain. If it is severe, then Akilla asked to be taken to the doctor. But if the usual pain, such as flu, fever, cough and others, Akilla immediately take medication and rest without bothering it.
Despite his hesitation and knowing something bad happened–Tante Nofi saw his red eyes– he nodded, "want Aunt take medicine? Or make porridge?"
Akilla immediately shook his head and entered the room. Locking door. And falling on his bed, his cry was muffled by a pillow so that no one would know he was crying.
***
Fresh body after bathing gives off a fragrant smell. She rubbed the towel on her wet hair.
Her memory drifted to the perisitiwa at school this morning. When Akilla shouted to the point of inviting everyone's attention. Is he too evil? Is that as bad as he is, so he shook the girl's feelings so much?
That alienated expression was so pitiful. When people look at him with hate.
Why does he think about the feelings of people who don't think about his feelings? After all, the girl had the heart to spread a photo of herself. Bara was confused, how can one photo of his proximity increase to three photos?
Yura was right, Akilla couldn't have accidentally shot while they were alone in the camera angle hiding like that. But, it could be that Akilla was so infatuated with him that he hired a spy.
Who knows..
His calm mind after taking a hot bath returned to thinking about the matter earlier. Bara threw himself into his wide slumber. Picking up the latest output phone on the previous small nightstand.
Bara recalled the incident at the gazebo two days ago. He saw Akilla erase the picture. And his picture was scattered the day after the photo was deleted. Investigated further, Bara instead recalled the crocodile-shaped cell phone hanger when the girl deleted the photo.
Just sec. Apparently, the cute crocodile hanger he had seen. Rarely a woman chooses a hanger with a picture of a crocodile, even though the crocodile is funny. Uh! He's seen it before! As he got off the stairs at school. He accidentally saw a schoolgirl carrying two cell phones, one of which was like Akilla's.
That person was immediately nervous like the one who had made a mistake.
The same person as the girl who persuaded Akilla this afternoon, but was instead avenged.
Wait for. So Akilla was honest about not him spreading the photo. But the girl he saw under the stairs?
***
Crying all day to fall asleep due to fatigue. Akilla did not feel her eyes swelling or the pain she used to feel after crying non-stop.
Vaporized widely, collecting lives that were still scattered in his subconscious.
Is the sun shining faster today? Why does it feel so warm and comfortable this morning? Pillow bolsters that he embraced was so field and large, so shaped unlike bolsters in general that oval shaped.
His eyes slowly blinked. Even the bolsters are masculine-scented which is soothing. Akilla closed his eyes again, feeling every sensation from the smell. His hand groped his pillow.
What a special roll. Fragrant, comfortable, even the bolster has a nose. Like a human, Akilla chuckles at his silly thoughts.
What's?! A roll with nose, eyes and lips? The truth is, even five-star hotels do not provide these facilities!
Akilla opened his eyes and found a chest of fields full of muscles during his shaking. He's puffing. His breath was immediately restrained. The face of a handsome man who was only a few centimeters away from his face. Even his nose almost touched the man's nose.
"Well!!!!"
The person who Akilla thought was bolting was jolted. The two immediately retreated, then fell to the side of the bed opposite. Stabilize their hearts that pump so fast.
Compactly, both of them gently pop their heads, ensuring the event was a mere hallucination. Again they drowned their heads. Because it's not imagination. Like an inner bond, the pair of humans peered under the bed and found each other's bodies.
Akilla looked up at the small cupboard next to her. There's a digital alarm clock, a sleeping light, and a lock. His hand took a small key as a weapon rather than other heavier objects so that potential victims were injured.
"Who are you?!" shouted compact Bara and Akilla, pointing their respective weapons.
Their eyes are wide."Lo?! What's going on here?!" if they were to enter a cohesiveness contest, they would definitely win by the best score.
"Who? A ember? Akilla's? You guys playing war? Can I follow?" the door to the room is open. The guy with glasses a handsome shirt box came in. "I'm an umbrella weapon" he said, picking up a red umbrella in the corner of the room. Stare sparkles.
While Akilla gave a strange look. Different from Bara. The guy rounded his eyes. It was as if the events were not surprising enough.
"Bang Radka's...?" mummy Bara. "Why is he still alive...?"
***
"WHAT?!? We're 23 years old?! And we've only been MARRIED for 1 month?!" parrot Akilla cuts off Radka's explanation.
"Kamp*et! By the way, the volume is never controlled!" He rubbed his ears hot and buzzing.
Akilla opened her mouth, about to reply to the swearing of the man beside her. A soft voice from the stairs, stopped the sentence in his throat. "Bara, how are you being rude to your wife?"
"Hahaha, the newlyweds should be full of love and affection. Yes, Ma?" an authoritative voice followed in Mrs' footsteps. Unapplicable. "Ahnga Pa, the proof is that we are still full of love like gini" replied the wife, then the couple chuckled together.
The three young people there shuddered at the purity of Madam and Mr. Haryata.
"So, where did you guys decide to make the honeymoon? New Zealand's? The korean? London's? The french? To Mars, too, hahaha." Mrs. Haryata is sitting next to his eldest son, Mr. Haryata sat in the chair of one person.
"Ho-honeymoon?" repeated Akilla nervously.
Bara and Akilla's face flushed. "Not to be ashamed of that, but you step over your brother for marriage" said Radka. Bara frowned, "Abang not married yet?"
"Hmm, not yet. But you already have a candidate, you will sometime invite him here deh."
"Assalamualaikum everyone!!" greetings from guests who have just entered.
Everyone in the room returned a greeting. "Eh, Nofi? What's suddenly coming here?" Mrs. Haryata welcomes with joy that indirectly is his besi. Greetings right cheek, left cheek is very common for mothers, especially mothers rumpita.
Mr. Haryata and Om Panji are quite shaking accompanied by pleasantries asking for news. The two men left, choosing to chat about business in the back garden after inviting Radka to take part.
Not to forget, Akilla and Bara also kissed the hands of Aunt Nofi and Om Panji. "Dean's not coming, Auntie?" ask Bara because he didn't find his best friend.
"Oh, Dean again parked the car. All he brought souvenirs from Singapore" replied Aunt Nofi. "What is Dean in Singapore?" Bara asked again. He is still dizzy in this situation. Feeling, just yesterday he was 18 years old. Why is he 24 years old now.
"You forgot Bara? Dean went to business there. You alone ran him to the airport," replied Om Panji ended the laughter of everyone except, him and Akilla who were still confused.
Bara grinned, "o-oh yes yes.." he scratched his nape that is not itchy, trying to digest all the information so that he was considered strange.
"Well, it doesn't feel like, Akilla is married. It feels like just yesterday you're still running around carrying a doll that can sing it." Akilla just smiled in response to Aunt Nofi. Did he just ask what happened? Or did he keep it tight? But he could not stand this stupidity.
Mrs. Haryata laughed, "yes. New feeling yesterday Bara Mama dandanin like Mini Mouse. After that time Mama wanted a girl, uh, who was born you. Yes, Mama dandanin like a hahaha girl." The story of his childhood was dismantled a little, the face of the hot Bara to look flushed due to embarrassment.
Everyone laughs at imagining an athletic body boy as a child wearing a pink white polka-dot skirt accompanied by a matching ribbon band.
Bara himself could not imagine. Shudder in horror. Why didn't he refuse when he was dressed like that? Ah yes, at that time he was 2 years old and had just run smoothly.
"Truly Tan–eh, Ma? Got a picture of him?" ask Akilla spirit. Bara glared at him, Akilla didn't care. "Oh, just a minute" Mrs. Haryata went to get his family album.
He soon returned with a thick black-covered book that read 'Family Album' in front of him.
Swiped both hands, Akilla's gaze was very excited to immediately find the disgrace of the enemy–no, her husband. Bara could only frown, seeing that his pride would crumble in a matter of seconds.