Arsya Insinuating

This time, because their goal is not to play. Arsya and Irwan only ordered drinks in the public cafe room.

They both ordered coffee and opened each other's weapons, namely cigarettes with expensive brands that young people like them really liked.

It felt classy if a man held that cigarette in their hand. It will look cooler.

Like now, the two of them held it and ignited a fire at the end.

Irwan and Arsya are not connoisseurs of vape cigarettes, they prefer cigarettes that they think are authentic.

Irwan flicked cigarette ash into the ashtray provided and he started a conversation with the previous question.

"What are you doing all of a sudden asking me out?" His eyes asked for an answer from Arsya, who was both tasting the end of a cigarette and blowing smoke from his mouth to the ceiling of the cafe.

Arsya looked back at Irwan whose gaze was focused on him, but Arsya replied to Irwan while looking away at the glass window beside them where almost half of the path was only clear glass that stretched to the cashier.

The road can be seen clearly there.

"You can't treat Rachel like that Wan, after all she's my cousin." Arsya continued to inhale his cigarettes with pleasure and was so relaxed, in contrast to Irwan who was starting to feel uncomfortable with Arsya's words just now.

"You already know that I don't have feelings for him. Rachel is beautiful, but I-"

"But she is also human, she is a woman whose heart is prone to hurt," Arsya cut him off with a quote that was so fitting.

It sounded to Irwan's ears like a poem that had just become the opening for a continuation of his poetry which would reap pros and cons because it was contrary to Irwan's previous intentions.

"Oh, so you want to talk about Rachel?" Irwan looks uncomfortable.

"Yeah, just don't go on like that."

"Wasn't it you who gave me the advice to agree to my engagement with Rachel?" Irwan began to question.

"Yes. But that doesn't mean you're being mean to her, right?"

"I'm not being arbitrary, I left Rachel just to talk to you," Irwan evaded, even though Arsya's words were true.

Irwan deliberately and just coincidentally Arsya also asked him to go.

"Yeah, but I mean-"

"Well, I don't want to talk about Rachel. So why do you want to talk about Salsa?"

Arsya sighed, and drank a cup of Coffe Latte that she ordered earlier.

While enjoying it on purpose to make Irwan more curious, Irwan's eyes moved, waiting for Arsya to answer his curiosity about his ex.

Irwan also held the same Coffe Latte, he also took a sip.

Arsya still tasted the rest of the coffee on her lips, and then put the tip of the cigarette back into her mouth.

He gave a mischievous and serious look to Irwan's eyes which were starting to widen.

He was very curious about the latest information that Arsya wanted to convey.

"Okay, I can't force you," he replied and settled into a more upright and forward sitting position, "but I don't want you to put Rachel down all the time. She's too innocent to be matched with you. A man who doesn't like her, even though Rachel would be a very obedient wife if she was … the ideal girl."

Irwan laughed. "She stayed because he liked me, so she also obeyed." Irwan is very confident, because that is also a fact.

Rachel really loves Irwan, it is clear from the look in her eyes every time they meet.

"Rachel is very beautiful, sweet, her skin is smooth like a Barbie doll. Her eyes are round, her lips are sexy, her clothes are always classy. You're stupid, I think." Arsya praised her cousin, it was very strange, Irwan thought.

"Yes, you just don't want to marry her," Irwan quipped while smiling a cynical smile.

When they argue, sometimes they are like enemies under a blanket, their expressions are hard to tell whether the two are friends or the Mafia in disguise.

"Damn, she's my cousin. I'm uncomfortable marrying her even though the law is legal."

"What are you waiting for? Let me be free from this arranged marriage."

"Really, I don't want to get married yet."

"Yes, I am also the same, I want to marry if it is with Intan," replied Irwan smiling. Arsya is the same. Even in Arsya's mind, Irwan's smile just now was his perverted form because Intan was a widow. "Oh, it's too long. Don't you want to tell me about Salsa?" Irwan can't wait.

"Are you actually choosing Intan or Salsa? I wonder." Arsya teases him.

"Obviously, Intan, but I'm still curious as to why Salsa disappeared like being swallowed by the earth even though I and her are fine. My mother also agrees with that."

"Well there he is, I think I know the reason why the Salsa disappeared without a trace." Arsya was so excited, his body was getting closer to the table and his face seemed to want to whisper to Irwan, but only to make Irwan more curious.

Such enthusiasm will increase the interest of the person being chatted with the content of the chat.

Arsya knows very well that his friend needs a little breakthrough, let alone discussing the past, Arsya is sure that Irwan is not someone who turns away easily even though he loves Intan very much.

Still, his love for Salsa still lingers.

"What? Let's get to the point, I'm curious." Irwan's face drew closer.

Arsya banged on the table, causing the whole room to echo and people to glance at them.

But both of them were so indifferent that they had been visitors for so long, they felt entitled to acknowledge the place as their own.

"Were you invited to Salsa's wedding?" asked Arsya starting with a question centered on the essence of his statement.

As expected, Irwan was very surprised. You can see that his lips are swallowing his saliva.

His eyes sparkled too. Maybe he didn't understand that Salsa got married without inviting him.

However, they started as a friendship, it was inappropriate for Salsa to treat him as a stranger after the various moments they spent together.

Both of them can't block fate, like the same destiny between Irwan and Intan that hasn't been through a long time. Still warm, the separation still hurts in Irwan's chest.

"I conclude, you weren't invited, were you?" Arsya teased then because Irwan had not answered his question.

"Were you invited?" asked Irwan flatly.

"No."

"Huh, guess." Just now, Irwan suspected that Salsa just didn't invite him, it turned out that Arsya did. "When did he get married?" asked Irwan again while Arsya was still laughing at him.

"Not when, but already. He has two children."

"What? Why do you know?"

"I met her on campus, even though I hit him until she fell. I don't think it's Salsa."

"Did you hit her? You did it on purpose." Irwan looked at Arsya with bad thoughts like a man who would not waste an opportunity in adversity, all men thought the same. "But why did she come to your campus?" Irwan was surprised.

"No, I did bump into him by accident. I was running at high speed, uh she appeared at the turn. Shake me, brake suddenly and BLUKGGG! Ambyarname already." Arsya visualizes events in his own unique style.

"Yeah, so what's next? Why is she on campus? Who is her husband? And how do you know that Salsa already has a child? Did you hit her son too?" Irwan glared while unable to imagine it.

If Arsya bumped into Salsa's two children, she couldn't understand it either, Arsya was very careless according to her.

On campus, running is indeed a marathon, Irwan laughs a little at the thought of it happening directly in front of him.

"No, no," Arsya argued, "it turns out that Salsa is the wife of my lecturer. I think he married a widower, I was amazed to see it. It's because my friend who is this brave has lost badly to Duda," Arsya quipped while looking at Irwan like she was disdainful, "like the Widow at the forefront, Duda is actually more professional, isn't it..." Arya laughed again.