Tonight Kafka decided to go to his girlfriend's house intending to persuade the girl not to be angry with him anymore. It was also his fault why yesterday he just agreed to Thea's sentence who whined to come with him to meet his mother. In front of Atthera too!
Thinking about the fate of his relationship in the future made his head feel like exploding. Plus Sankara's attitude during the dinner event last night seemed to make his blood boil instantly. How could his half-brother ignore his own father. But it was a good thing he wasn't at the same table, because he wouldn't have wanted to be!
"Where are you going Kaf?" asked the one who gave birth to him, Sarah, who walked up to her favorite son.
Kafka smiled sweetly at his mother, "I'm going to my future daughter-in-law's house," he replied, earning Sarah's ignorant glances.
"Oh, you want to meet Thea, huh?" guessed Sarah.
"Thea is my friend Mom," Kafka replied, while Sarah heard that only nodded.
"Be careful, okay? Say hi to your girlfriend," said Sarah who was not too enthusiastic. She herself was actually curious who her son's girlfriend was. The only one Kafka ever brought home was a girl he knew named Thea. A beautiful girl who managed to win his heart.
"Yes Mom." Kafka kissed the top of her head. Just as he was about to walk away, his father's voice called out to him.
"Kafka."
"Why ?" Kafka asked Arya.
"Did you get along with your brother?" Kafka looked away spontaneously because he knew where this topic would lead.
"No," Sarah admonished as she stroked her husband's arm.
"Why ask me, just ask Papa's illegitimate son," Kafka replied bravely. He was reluctant to mention that Sankara was, after all, his father's brother.
"Don't talk like that, Kafka! However he is your brother!" Arya snapped angrily. It should be noted that Arya did love Sankara more than Kafka. But she did not discriminate between the two. This was all her fault in the past. He had cheated on Saran and left Andini, his girlfriend.
"That's it! No need to yell at Kafka. They're grown-ups, they know what's right and what's wrong. The decision is also up to both of them, right? Whether or not Kafka wants to get along with your illegitimate child is up to Kafka!" said Sarah, who was emotionally unhappy at seeing her son being scolded.
"Whatever." Arya walked away from the two of them.
"Until whenever, I will never admit that he is also Papa's son," Kafka hissed. Sarah looked at him for a moment, then left to follow her husband who would certainly silence her for a few days. Whereas just now they were all like a harmonious family. Now they were divided again. It's all because of that damn kid!
After the incident that ruined his mood, Kafka started his motorcycle and rode through the streets of the capital city that would surely be jammed with vehicles.
"Arghh! Damn it," Kafka grumbled with his hand ready to pull the gas.
But in the middle of a red light, his eyes caught sight of someone on the other side. Precisely on a black moge. Kafka narrowed his eyes, guessing who the person wearing a jacket with A3 written on the back was. Why did his posture feel so familiar to his eyes?
Unfortunately, the honking of the other riders required him to step on the gas and choose to ignore his curiosity about who was behind the full-face helmet.
She hesitated. But his mind told him that the person looked like his girlfriend, Atthera.
After traveling for about half an hour, here Kafka was now. Standing in front of the door of Atthera's luxurious mansion. He pressed the bell twice, and a beautiful and elegant middle-aged woman appeared. She smiled and Kafka knew immediately that she was Atthera's mother. Kafka had rarely been to his girlfriend's house. Only occasionally, and even then he never met his parents because they were busy working.
"Excuse me, who are you?" she asked kindly.
Of course Kafka greeted the question politely and immediately greeted Sopia's hand, "I am Kafka Aunty. Atthera's boyfriend," he answered honestly. Sopia looked at him with a shocked expression, but she managed to cover it up.
"Oh yes. I thought you were Aksa. You look alike," Sopia said without realizing that her words made Kafka immediately overthink. Who is Aksa?
"Ah, yes. I'm Sopia, Atthera's mom. Come on, please come in," she said, inviting Kafka into the house.
"Auntie just found out that Att has a girlfriend. He never told me about it," Sopia said, starting the conversation. Kafka also just found out that Atthera's nickname at home was Att.
"Oh hahaha yes Tan. Maybe Thera isn't ready to tell me," he said with an awkward smile.
"You're here to meet Att, right? It's too bad because Atthera hasn't come home yet," Sopia explained even before Kafka aske
Kafka's head nodded. No wonder his girlfriend hadn't returned or picked up her phone. Kafka's possessive nature kicked in.
"If I may know, where is Atthera?" she asked.
"I don't know about that. " called Sopia to one of her maids who was preparing drinks for the guests, "Do you know where Atthera went?" she asked.
The maid named Mbok Ati nodded briefly, "Yes, ma'am. I saw Miss Atthera leaving with Aksa," she explained.
Kafka silently hissed in his heart. Damn! Who is this person that Atthera's mother and maid are referring to? Why did Atthera never tell him about those Aksa. Had her girl been cheating on her?
"You heard it yourself, right Kaf?"
"Who is Aksa?" Kafka was forced to ask out of curiosity.
But before Sopia could answer, unfortunately the woman's cell phone rang, requiring her to leave Kafka for a while. "Will you excuse me, Kaf? Atthera's papa is calling," said his girlfriend's mother. Kafka nodded his head politely.
A few minutes after her mother left, a car horn sounded in front of Atthera's house. Kafka immediately got up from where he was and peeked through the window. There, before her very eyes, Atthera got out of a black jeep. The girl waved goodbye before the car left the yard. Kafka's emotions could no longer be contained. He got out, and approached Atthera with an angry red face.
"Who is she? Who is He Atthera?! You cheated on me huh?!" he snapped accusingly in front of Atthera who was still shocked by his sudden presence in the house.
"K-kaf Kaf you be patient first, okay? Let me explain everything." No. Atthera was not afraid that Kafka would scold her. What she was afraid of was whether he had seen someone in the jeep.
"Explain? Explain what else! I clearly saw you get out of that damn car. Who are you with?" Atthera clasped her hands together tightly. Actually this was not the first time Kafka had accused or scolded her for being caught going out with someone else without his permission. But she still couldn't believe that her boyfriend couldn't change his possessive nature.
"You better go home Kaf. I'm tired of fighting with you this evening," Atthera said resignedly.
Hearing that made Kafka even more emotional, "How dare you say that to me, Ra? I'm already tired of coming here to persuade you not to be angry with me anymore, and what do I get? You went with those Aksa-Aksa who I don't know who he is. Your affair, huh?!" Kafka pointed.
Atthera's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when that name came out of Kafka's mouth. Damn! How did she know about Aksa? Argh! Must be his mom.
Kafka frowned in confusion because in front of him Atthera grinned, "Why do you get angry when you see me walking with other people? Now here's the thing. Did I ever get angry when you wanted Thea more than me?" It worked! She managed to get Kafka to shut up.
"Why? Why are you silent? Can't answer?" she asked.
"How many times have I told you that Thea is nothing more than my friend?" Kafka was still trying to be evasive. Why was she the one cornered here?
"Friend? You said friend? What do you think we started with, Kaf?! You don't need to hide behind the word friend if in fact you love that damn girl!" said Atthera with a passionate breath.
This was not what she expected. She hoped that Kafka would persuade her with the man's sweet treats. Instead of making matters worse. While they were arguing, everything stopped because Kafka's cell phone rang. Without Kafka even telling her, she already knew who the person behind the caller was.
"Why don't you pick up? Because it's in front of me, right? If not in front of me, are you free to love each other?" said Atthera with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"Whatever you say, Ra. I'm tired. I want to go home." Of course Atthera's heart ached with this because Kafka seemed unwilling to fight for her relationship by finding a way out of their problems.
Atthera knew that Kafka wanted to see Thea so she chose to leave. Kafka has really changed!
Before the chairman left, he gave Atthera a quick peck on the forehead, "Alright. I'm sorry, okay? Sleep well baby," he whispered in Atthera's ear, "I love you." Before she could answer, Kafka had already put on his helmet and waltzed away.
"Die, Thea! Die!" she screamed in annoyance, stomping her feet on the floor.
But it's okay. Even with a small or big fight, Attthera knew that Kafka wouldn't let go of him that easily. Thea may have captured her lover's attention. But Thea, could never take away Kafka's love for her. Yes, he was sure of that.
"Huftt. Good thing I didn't get caught earlier. Damn this evening," she said.
Luckily Kafka seemed to have forgotten his question about who Aksa was. Tonight Atthera deliberately deactivated all her cell phone notifications because she wanted to be searched by Kafka. Because he was bored, he decided to leave the house to go to his community headquarters.
On the way home, Atthera knew that Kafka had seen her earlier. But luckily the man couldn't recognize her because Atthera was wearing clothes that were far from her everyday clothes. Especially in front of Kafka. Knowing where her boyfriend was going, Atthera quickly turned the motorcycle. He returned to the headquarters and changed clothes, and asked Aksa to take him home because there was no way he could carry his moge. Aksa happened to be at the base. Earlier in the car, he was angry because Aksa didn't answer all his calls a few hours ago.
But the handsome man only replied, "Yes, sorry. There was a little problem earlier," he said.
Yes, how else could Aksa answer Atthera's calls? He was with Sena. In fact, Aksa was Atthera's favorite nickname for Sankara.
Sankara Abyaksa aka Aksa.
Tring
Atthera's hand opened the message.
"Already sleeping, Att?"