Why Breakup?
CHAPTER 17: An Offer

Mentari was silent for a while, he stared fixedly at all the collected items in his room that he was about to put in the box. Angga and all his memories are still stored forever, even in the mind and heart of Mentari. However, to slightly forget about the massalu, then there must be something he removed to be stored. Stored, not thrown away.

The sun takes a collection of polaroids in a container, just intending to look around. Not just ordinary, it was precisely the memories of his 7 years back revolved in his mind. So many polaroids, where each polaroid contains a photo of himself as well as Angga, they always capture every month for 7 years in a polaroid frame. One goal, as a memory. And, it's true, those photos are memories.

“Basar Angga, when that time again hurt. All four more infusions asked to be photographed both gini.”

Another box Mentari take and the contents are puzzles that if arranged will form and show portraits Mentari also Angga. There are several couple items, ranging from bracelets, hangers to bunny hat.

“Dance, beautiful... Time for a sleep call, baby..”.

Mentari turned his head, staring at the digital clock that Angga had given him. The custom clock that Angga prepared to welcome every precious time with the voice of the man who became the filler. The sun moved, took the clock and turned off its power. He looked at the LED lamp beside the clock, smiling again looking at the portrait of himself with Angga.

“Our memories are too much, Ga.”

Now Mentari feel mellow himself, “Do not know, whether I can escape you or not. But even if I could, it would take me a long time. It is not easy to disappear you from my life, while you have been attached to the eternal here.” muttered Mentari, he touched the chest, pointed at his heart.

***

“Ga, not home yet?”

Angga looked up when Amita entered his room, he just cleared his throat and resumed his work. “Lo itself is also not home?” asked Angga, he did not remove his attention from the laptop.

Amita approached Angga, sitting in the chair before the man. “There are some files that I have not understood, so I try to learn again and yes. Know little.” said Amita, she chuckles.

“Don't ask for more, yes. No one tells you to overtime.”

Amita thunts, grunts quietly. “Ah, erah. Pay me not how many times you look at me mah. Cut it out.”

“100 people think kayak lo, bankrupt me.”

Amita laughed at hearing that. Both with Angga, plus Angga who was quite relaxed where they had also been close to him made Amita feel a little awkward, even though they had only met again recently. The exception is if their position is in a public place, maybe the attitude as a superior and employee will be shown. But, if the two are like this, don't expect.

“Ga, want to vent can?”

Angga does not like to hear the curses of others, he is lazy to hear the complaints of people. The problem alone was a lot and made him dizzy, plus he had to accommodate people's complaints. Can't, he doesn't like it. Unless, if the person who tells the story and complains is Mentari. And so, Angga will gladly listen to him.

“Gue—”

“My girlfriend wants to bed me anyway?!”

Angga frowned hearing Amita's complaint, surprised to hear it.

“Iya, Ga. When Steve wanted to propose to me, he said he wanted to make me his wife.”

Angga shook his head in wonder, “Kok lo kayak is not happy in the room?”

Amita clucked, she stared irritatedly at Angga. “Yeah, Ga. You don't know I just. You know I don't like that commitment. If there is a guy who likes me and wants to be my girlfriend, okay, I accept that I like it too. But, if to the serious?” Amita sighed violently, rolling her lazy eyeballs. “No..”

Angga thought, all women would be happy if given certainty. After all, Mentari also decided Angga because the man did not give certainty. But, it turns out there is a different Amita.

“Where, how can I refuse? The problem is, if I don't give any answers, he wants to break me up. I don't want to break up with Steve, I like him. But, I don't want us to be married. I want us to be like this, going out. You have a solution, Ga?”

“Why don't you want married? Doesn't every girl want to be serialized with their girlfriends? Why not ”?<TAG1>

“Yes, so why? There must be a reason.”

Amita clucked, she leaned her body. “Lo think, I believe it's the same wedding?” Amita frowned, her face showing annoyance.

“Bokap I left behind me for the sake of his mistress, my sister went crazy because of her boyfriend who did not want the same responsibility of the child he was carrying. My sister died, killed herself because of the guy she loved pregnant another girl and they married.” Amita smiled wryly, she raised next to her eyebrows while shaking her head in surprise. “And, from it all you still think I believe the same thing called love? Same name as marriage? Are you kidding me?”

Angga knows, trauma is the cause. So, they're the same? I don't believe in a marriage called marriage.

“So, Ga. Do you have a solution, right? How so I don't marry Steve, but he didn't break me up too?”

***

“Ga, can you stop by first, right? I want to buy my martabak.”

Angga stared lazily Amita beside him, “Lo tuh ngelunjak, yes. I want to go home with me, now ask to stop by first. You think I'm a driver you can set up here and there?” upset Angga, he clucked.

Amita threesome, “Yaelah, Ga. I'm also nebeng because it's late at night, the danger of knowing a beautiful girl like I'm home alone. How will someone kidnap? No pity what you. Anyway, you passed my house. Very tight sag.”

“Lo has a girlfriend, call her. Even scrapepotin me.”

“Crazy lo. I again mememin he story, time suddenly asked to pick up. Weird deh lo, ah.”

“Yaudah, means we go straight home, no stopping by.”

“Eh, uh, the Dance knows!”

“Mana?”

“Stop first try.”

Angga immediately pulled over his car, he turned his head in the direction Amita pointed. Right, there's a Mentari there. A smile immediately printed clearly on his lips saw the woman who was sitting in the street vendor, precisely the seller pecel lele. With casual clothes, scattered hair and glasses that adorn the woman's face. Her mentors are beautiful.

Amita smelled her smile, looking at Angga who was still smiling looking towards Mentari. “Such love, yes lo sama Tari?” Angga turned to Amita, smiled and looked back at Mentari.

“Clearly. Mentari everything for me.”

“Continue, why did you guys break up?”

Angga fell silent, he did not answer anything.

Amita frowned, “Why silence?”

“Lo also definitely knows what the reason is.”

“What?”

“Sama kayak lo, I don't believe in marriage. Meanwhile, Dance wants me to marry her. So, he ended up sending me because I thought I was not serious about him. Though I'm really serious about him, only I still doubt if to continue our relationship to marriage.”

Amita nodded, she smiled faintly at Angga's words. “Means our case is the same, yes, Ga? We both do not want to lose, while we do not want to be invited to the serious. I think we fit in, Ga. Are we trying to relate more? Who knows, we're a good fit and we'll be mutually beneficial? How?”

Angga was silent for a moment, he stared fixedly at Amita who made such an offer.