To The Man Who Broke My Heart
29. Uncertain

They exchange information about each other. I who did not want to engage in the conversation decided to pretend to be asleep.

Just eyes squinting. My ears are busy filtering what they are talking about. My heart was busy examining the sense that arose. The head is busy guessing the cause.

What is it that makes me so upset?

Hm. I don't know. When I found out that Alex was coming, I felt like I was being bullied. Why didn't he tell you from the beginning that the one who sent the message was him, Alex? He can start his message with "Hi, Kayra. It's Alex. You remember me, right? I was assigned my papa to monitor the progress of the branch project of the foundation, nih. I'll be on a plane at that hour. I'm asking you to get picked up, yeah" Well, then it'll be good. Not like that one way. He didn't introduce himself when he sent me a message. He knew that I would help him here. I felt like I had been deliberately tricked.

Ah, ah, ah. Maybe that's exactly how I feel.

However, come to think of it further, why did he have to tell me about who he was? His arrival? Who am I? Am I not just a worker who should be ready to follow all orders of superiors?

Argha! I was really made dizzy by my own thoughts.

Since I was only pretending to be asleep, I could still clearly hear the conversation that two young men of that age were having. To be honest, I was also a bit surprised to find out that Bang Rian and Alex were the same age. It's not like I wanted to say that Alex looks old, yeah, not at all. However, there was another aura surrounding Alex. An aura that looks like an. Either because it was his carrier that had been tuned like that because he was a leader of a large company or just because of the expensive suit he wore when we first met.

Uh, but, he wasn't wearing a suit, you know! She wears casual clothes and still does .... Fixes. It was the effect of his aura and his innate nature.

From the results of hearing theft, I can collect personal data Alexander Rahardjo— I do not know he has a middle name or not. He was born in Chicago and moved to Indonesia when he was five years old because his grandmother and grandfather—parents of Mr. Rahardjo, who is also Javanese and Dutch—di Jogja is very old and starting to get sickly. After finishing High School, he was "sent" back to America by his father for business school. Then he returned to our beloved country after completing his master's studies four years ago.

I was immediately busy working on a math problem that suddenly popped into my mind. If four years ago Alex was back in the States after finishing S2 and now he is twenty-eight years old, so he finished the business master's school at the age of twenty-four. Waw. A very impressive fact, isn't it?

Continue to other facts.

It turns out they have the same hobby, playing music. Alex also had an American band, The fairygods, which ran underground. However, the youth music career must end with the end of education in America. In fact, he said, they are quite famous among students.

Hm. I doubt the validity of this info. I believe the band is famous in the campus environment not because of the shrewdness of the personnel playing music, but because of the "who" in the band. Just one Alex is enough to attract a lot of women, especially if there are two, three, or all of their band members like this accented guy sitting behind me? Uh, uh, but, I also don't want to suuzan and say that the band what his name was, The Fairygods, doesn't have the ability to be capable, huh. Maybe they are really good at playing musical instruments and singing.

Maybe notes.

Ah, already, already.

Now, the band's former guitar player has chosen travel and photography as a fatigue relief after being preoccupied with routines at work and work. Sometimes he also took the time to take a walk and take photos while on a business trip. As he will plan this time in West Sumatra. After finding out through several articles on search engines and asking here and there, he claimed to already have a list of places he wanted to go later.

And, that's the last piece of information I can record.

****

Something jolted me and woke me up from sleeping a few tens of minutes from home. Ah, dang it! I didn't think that I would really fall asleep.

By the time we got home, the sun was already starting to fall to the western horizon. The orange-hued vegetables appeared timidly, sneaking between the blue sky and the gray clouds that began to darken. I got out of the car, headed to the room, and immediately decided to clean myself with a shower. However, it would all be mere hope because in reality after getting out of the car, I was thinking of having to give an explanation to the house people about the young man we suddenly brought home.

However, again I had to be hit by another storm of facts because it seemed I was wrong. The people in the house turned out, oh, it turns out the viewers were already preparing to welcome the guests.

Where did they all know about this? Oh, aye. Om Seno is Papa's best friend. Why can I forget?

“Welcome to West Sumatra yes, Alexander. This is your first time here?” Papa returned Alex's handshake with a sigh. “Rian, take Alex to the guest room. It was cleaned with Tek Nur. Maybe he wants to rest for a while before dinner.”

Oh, yeah. Right. Greats.

****

After dinner, we gathered in the living room. I was beside Malik who was sitting on the dining chair and playing with his bread. My phone suddenly sounded. Incoming call from Roni.

I went to the backyard of the house outside the side door to the west of this room. “Yes, Roni."

"Hello. Kayra, tomorrow we meet at the Maxima Hotel meeting room, yes. Eight o'clock in the morning. The meeting was not official, really. At least like our usual discussions fit in the organization, relax." Roni told from across the line.

My eyebrows instantly met in the middle of the forehead. "Hm. Okay, okay. But, I'm a bit doubtful as to the situation, can we relax? You see, there are representatives from donors who participated in the meeting tomorrow. If we have a casual conversation, what is not considered less professional later?"

"Whose representative? What girl boy? Young what is bangkotan?" She asked.

"Cowok" I replied quickly. "Still young. The same age as Bang Rian." Wait, wait, wait. Why do I feel the need to mention that last piece of information? Is there any benefit if Roni knows? As quickly as the information came out of my mouth, I regretted my actions.

Kayra, Kayra, Kayra. I don't think to myself.

"Ah, if that's the case, Kay." Roni was silent for a moment. "Eh, but ...."

"Ready, Boss," he said.

"Don't be a lebay, deh!" my er. Ever since I called him to gather an army on this project, Roni and the rest of my friends started calling me that. Inhate. "The list I gave you has been checked, Ron? Is there anything less?"

"Son, no. Was safe. Clear."

"Okay, if that one is fixed, then we are ready to meet tomorrow. The others please condition, Ron."

"Ready, Boss!"

Errghs. "OKAY. Thanks a lot, Roni. Bye." Phew. Finally finished too. After I hung up, I turned around and welp! Alex was standing a few steps behind me. He was leaning his body on the bollard of the house with his hands crossed in front of his chest.

“Kay, let’s have a conversation.”

I ... don't know what to feel after hearing that sentence.

Our house is surrounded by a terrace with a garden and a simple garden that is taken care of by Mama with Tek Nur. There is also a gazebo and a set of garden chairs made of iron. We chose to sit in that chair.

“The sky is amazing here. Something you don’t get in Jakarta.”

I glanced at Alex who spoke to himself as he turned his head to the sky. The erratic taste has already decided who is more dominant among the existing flavors. “Because no one cares about the stars in the sky. People are just busy thinking of stars that are frills of something,” timpalku cynical. "Five-star hotel, five-star restaurant, five-star service, five-star blah blah."

Alex turned to me. A deep enough frown arose between his eye brows. I'm afraid it'll cause a permanent mark there. “I’m pretty sure you’re not that kind of girl, Kayra.”

Again and again. The way his tongue says my name messes with this feeling again. It ignited my frustration with myself. Why would I let the existence of a new person like Alex affect my feelings and brain function? “With all due respect, Mr. Alex, but you don't know anything about me.” I looked at him sharply.

Without hesitation Alex returned my gaze. For a while we just challenged each other's eyes. “Let’s end this," she asked in Kalakian while sighing deeply. "I don't want to start a job with the impression that there's a bad blood between us. If you feel that way, please explain to me. What makes you up?” He changed the position of the chair until he sat facing me.

I took a deep breath and let go slowly. Come on, discuss this now, Kayra. Tomorrow your brain has to be clear to take care of the work. After all, he asked first, right? You need not be afraid to be blamed.

Okay. Alright. I took a few more seconds to sort out my thoughts. “With all due respect Mr. Alex–”

"Oh, come on." Alex overtakes my words. "Don't use the call sir all, lah. Drop the honorifics. We're at home, not at the office. Even if I'm in the office, I don't want to be called sir with you."

A "why?" I slipped out of my mouth without really considering it.

"Yes .. because I don't like it when you call me Sir. Better call a name. Alex. You're not my guy in the office. O ...." He raised the shoulder of the field now covered by the shirt.

Dang. Why is he acting like this, anyway? Why did his attitude continue to successfully ignite my emotions? "Sir, you told me to explain the reason why I behave like this, but you always interrupt my sentence. Actually, you really want to listen or the request was just a pleasantries, sir?"

Alex's eyes were instantly round. "No! I really want to know, Kay. Please, do explain. So that we can correct the attitude if there are indeed mistakes that have been made." He shifted his chair forward and closer to the table. Pressed both arms on top of it with interlocking fingers. The man in Kalakian cleared his throat. "Please, proceed."

Okay, markimu. Let's get started. "Please answer honestly, sir. What was your purpose in coming here?"

“To help you with this project," he said quickly with a tone that is not made-up.

“Why can?”

"Mrs. Rahardjo told me to come. You also heard yourself when we met for the second time at the show that night, right?"

Well, he's right. And I don't know why I liked the way he called his father Mr. Rahardjo because he indirectly stated that his arrival here was for work. “Why don't you tell me the details of who you are when you send me a message? Did you do that on purpose?”

“Well ...." For the first time since this conversation began, Alex looks a bit confused. "I don't know if I should confirm who I am to you. I think you already know that I am the one you picked up.”

"I have no idea," I said.

"Well, then–" Phone voice cuts Alex's sentence. He immediately reached into the pocket of the black cargo pants he was wearing to take out the gadget. At the same time, a glimpse of the screen being lit up by me. A woman is contacting the esteemed Mr. Alexander Rahardjo. "I have to take this. We'll continue this conversation next time. Okay?" Not waiting for my answer, he walked away.

My feelings are no longer fixed.

Kayra, what the heck?

To be continued ....