Fly Me to the Moon

"Wow, you look amazing tonight, Ditya," said Ruri, "You don't look like a teenager anymore."

"Can you tell us tips and tricks that can make you match up with a country flower like Navia?" asked Bhan.

"Drink first, drink first. Your face looks tired, doesn't it? So pale," said Diro attentively as he handed Ditya a glass of soft drink.

"The powder is just too thick," replied Bhan jokingly.

Ditya's lips grew friendlier, thanked him, and accepted the offered drink. Said, "Thank you so much for taking the time to come. Even though I've practiced a few times, it's still uncomfortable."

"We can change positions, you know, Dit, if you don't want to be with Navia," Bhan teased while nudging Ditya's shoulder with the tip of his elbow.

Ditya just smiled faintly. Didn't seem to be enjoying the conversation. But, can't hope for other topics of conversation either. All that others wanted to hear must be only those related to Navia. It's not like he can control everything either.

"You are a great kufr," added Diro with laughter.

Again Ditya just smiled faintly.

"Ditya," someone called from behind. Playing back memories that shouldn't be repeated. Make a heart that is trying to recover feel sore.

"You...."

*

PLAAAKK!!! A loud slap landed on Mika's smooth cheek. Since the first courtship honestly this is the first time they are in direct physical contact. The girl, whose full name is Gwen Yasamina Alira Barkha, is an ordinary new school year student. Born into an ordinary family. As an ordinary human being, live life as usual, and he hopes to end it with "ordinary".

But, come on, life will certainly be very boring if only passed in the habit. As human beings, we all need dynamism, turmoil, ups and downs, the roar of breath, as well as the accompaniment of challenges.

Everything will become more valuable with the existence of it all.

Although not many people can be grateful for it.

"What do you want, Mika?" asks Gwen. Sit on the edge of the bed while bending her back by placing two elbows on her knees. Hoping to find a little light from the two eyes once she closed them.

Although it will certainly be very heavy.

Mika did not move from her place standing on the other side of the bed. He turned his body. Make their positions so that they turn their backs on each other. In a standard type room of a 3-star hotel that is not too special. So the background of all the dizziness lodged in the young man's head.

"Why are you so quiet now, anyway? Confused about what else to avoid? How long will you treat me like this?" asked the girl, slightly turning her head towards Mika's back. The back that for the past few years has been the back that always shows in which direction it should stare and head. The back can always be a place where he complained when faced with various kinds of problems. The back always willing to protect from the scorching sun's heat is also the cold of rainstorms. The back that he always tried to understand all his problems.

But the back doesn't feel the same anymore. There began a lot of rotten mushrooms that seemed to grow there. Mushrooms that give off a bad smell. Forced Gwen who had only wanted to be close to him was forced to move away to the limit where his scent was no longer smelled.

Mika, I still want to stay by your side, you know. I still want to be a woman you can count on. Isn't that how our relationship has been going all along? Why is it that more and more visible only darkness is also gloom? Where is that sweet dream we built together so long ago?

Only such diverse thoughts continue to overshadow Gwen's heart. On the one hand, he was afraid that something would happen to their relationship. However, on the other hand, he is also worried that worse things will happen if the current problems cannot be solved immediately.

When he looked again with the edge of his eyes, Mika's back remained motionless. In contrast to him, the young man remained sitting upright in a perfect pose. As if nothing was bothering him. Gwen looked ahead. With a cranky heart continue to bend the body. You feel a heavy weight on your back. He just didn't want their conversation tonight to end anticlimactically where suddenly they overslept because they were tired and had to check out without any conclusions tomorrow.

Huh, so trite.

On the side of Mica. The young man who even though he still installed a perfect sitting position. His two senses of sight shed tears silently. He didn't know why life was so hard when he was young. Sometimes it comes to the thought of ending it all. But, of course not. Doing so is sinful.

God did not bring us into the world just for fun, as one religious leader said.

Zreek. Mika erects the body. Walk towards the exit without saying a word.

Gwen is upset and getting emotional and asks, "Where Are you going? Why did you bring me here if it's useless? If there is no solution to all the problems."

"You better calm down. Going to bed first is also okay. I'm going to the coffee shop downstairs," Mika said. His gaze is very lackluster. Lost direction. No spirit.

Like Mika who made Gwen want to continue to be together has not been there.

Please don't go?

Braak. The bedroom door was closed. Gwen went straight into the blanket. Lie down trying to close your eyes. Usually, a brilliant idea comes when a human being is not doing anything, right?

The girl thought as she closed her eyes, "I think I need a laxative."

*

Ting. The elevator that Mika was using had reached the floor he was going to. A quiet atmosphere greets the sight. Soon he headed to the coffee shop located behind the hotel building that looked very dark. Looks like it's closed. What time is it? He looked at the "simple" watch that wrapped around his wrist. Oh, the time has shown eleven o'clock at night it turns out. No wonder the atmosphere around there is like a hotel that is the setting for a horror movie. It's so quiet.

Sreekk sreekk sreekk. Several times he scratched the back of his head that did not itch. Because it does not bring his vehicle he became less free if you want to get around far from the hotel. So with both hands in the pockets of the shorts, he was wearing he decided to walk out of the hotel to the coffee shop across the street where there was still life.

"Uh, uh, I saw that very young boy go upstairs with a young girl. Are they married? How old are they?" asked one of the hotel cleaners at the front desk.

While the lone front desk clerk, a man in his early thirties, only smiled slightly. "Let them do what they want."

"Heh? How so, anyway? Since when has our well-mannered hotel allowed such a thing to happen here? I can complain to Mrs. Metha," threatened the man in his early forties.

The front desk clerk reached into his pants pocket. Took out a piece of money and he put it on the table. He asked, "Don't you know about a five-star hotel about two blocks north of our hotel?"

The janitor was silent. His eyes were focused on what was on the table. His chest was pounding incoherently. He replied with flat intonation, "Of course, I know. It's the most luxurious, expensive, and famous hotel in the area. Maybe in this country too."

"Well, you know, that snotty kid was the last child of the owner of the most luxurious, most expensive, and famous hotel in our country," said the friendly front desk officer.

The janitor's eyes widened. "Seriously? Then why are you showing me a hundred dollars?" he asked with teary eyes full of hope and expectation.

The early thirties man smiled broadly and put the sheet back in his pocket. This time a suit pocket. He said, "Just show off. It's tipped money from him. He is a good boy."

Ck. The janitor was dissatisfied. "Truth and norm are worthless in the gold digger. Everything can be bought with the same money."

"But you can also get it if you want to find a little face. He's a royal boy, " the front desk clerk told him.

"No," replied The Janitor. Want to continue the work.

"Not bad, man. This one gram of gold can still be changed, " lured the front desk officer again.

Strengthen your faith, Danang!

But if you get a chance, you can too, right?

That young man and the young woman who spent the night in the room wouldn't do anything either, would they?

Positive thingking only.

I guess I'll have to find a way to get some face, too. Hmm.

*

Not more than ten minutes away from the 3-star hotel with a handyman employee talking about their guests. Precisely in the luxurious coffee shop which is getting more and more crowded at night by the city's rich who are young and busy chasing the existence of body and soul. Mika sat alone at the table closest to the window. For a moment he wanted to enjoy how the path of the bright moment was so full of life. When darkness comes, it's the same. Abandoned.

Because now he has a national ID. He felt that it was" legal " to order a drink that he could only imagine how it would taste. How pleasurable. A cocktail called Rub A Dub Dub. The price is very affordable. Has a fresh and sweet taste. Especially striking appearance because a rubber duck is floating in a serving glass. Made from ingredients such as Midori and Absolute Mandarin, the drink is an effective appetizer to accompany her feelings before returning to the hotel room later.

"There are many cocktails that I want to try," Mika thought as he looked at the menu on the cafe's website.

But, because he is afraid of getting drunk or something unexpected happens when unconscious. He will choose a lighter menu if the duck puddle water is over later.

"I don't want to lose Gwen.

"But, I also don't want to lose Ditya.

"God, what should I do?"

Glek. He swallowed his saliva.

"Why... that damned night should come into all of our lives?" he asked.

Bruuk.

Before he closes his eyes.