Arga was silent for a long time. He thought about what Tirta and Sean said. Then he gasped after a moment, remembering Sean, who had been silent all this time, and Tirta, who had never discussed his life.
"Actually, what are you guys hiding from me that I never knew?" he asked.
"Didn't you already know? Tirta asked back, raising an eyebrow with his arrogant and relaxed face, as usual.
"I know that you have children, but I don't know anything else. Arga explained
"So what? About Sean?" asked Tirta again, while Sean, who was being talked about, only raised his glass to inhale the aroma of coffee this morning, which was made by Tirta.
"Sean, abandoned by his girlfriend? said Arga, confirming that, in fact, what he said was more of a question. Either he doesn't care or he doesn't know anything about his friends.
Tirtha took a deep breath. He looked up at Arga, who was also looking at him.
"Do you really not know anything, or do you really not care? asked Tirta
"I know, but I don't know everything about Sean; has he ever confided in me? Never!" Arga replied to Tirta's words.
You—have you ever confided in me? Have I ever confided in you? Haven't I? How did you know I have children? asked Tirta. 
"Obviously, if we investigated, you would have been found out a long time ago, but we... give time—accept all of each other's circumstances more precisely. Sean explained. 
Tirta sighed again. This wasn't his story, but why was he the one who was sighing so much here?
"I deliberately investigated you when you didn't come home for a few days, and Casya also often came to your office. It's just that I couldn't find her; I might be sprayed directly with her. I watched her from afar and accidentally met Sky. He warned me about something, and immediately I realised something was wrong. Maybe I found out too late; it's just that I seem to be giving too much time, even to myself." Arga continued. 
"Natural," Sean's short answer, made Arga turn around. While Tirta chuckled.
"That's up to you, Ga, because your time is yours. There's nothing to forbid; there's only one thing you need to remember: if too much time is wasted, there are only a few opportunities left. And there won't be many opportunities that will come. Obviously Tirta
"So what? Do you want to keep doing this? He asked again.
"In my opinion, it's better for you to meet Maudy," Tirta said, shrugging his shoulders casually, as if that was also the right decision for Arga.
"Come to Maudy, as Arga. And you can make him remember the past and what happened that night? Sean suggested. 
"Why not the new Arga? Tirta asked again.
"In my opinion, the old one is better because there is no new name if the face remains the same. What is different is that he is getting older. Sean quipped. 
"That's not what I meant," Tirta chuckled irritably at Sean. "I mean, why not—
"No! In my opinion, it's better to be the Arga that Maudy once liked; even if one day his memory comes back, he has to be ready and you are ready too; at least not too much has to change. "It's just that you missed a lot of things that you need to explain to him," continued Sean, looking outside.
Tirta looked at Sean and patted his friend's shoulder. He knew Sean had a lot to explain to them, but he tried to hold it in.
"Se, if you want to tell a story, just tell it. Even though I don't understand why, I can listen. Tirta said. 
But Sean just shook his head. Then smiled a little.
"You still like to expect him to come back? Arga asked again.
This time, Tirta really patted Arga on the shoulder, a little hard and strong.
"The woman Sean told me about is dead. She won't be coming back. It was clear that Tirta emphasised his words a little.
"Maudy also died three years ago. After five years, I don't know what to do. My relationship with him is not just that I fell in love with him, and he did that too, but I also lost direction and control. He may also be the same; until he died, I left and came back. I hope he forgives me. I didn't know I was wrong all this time. He's still alive, and I have to live under the shame," Arga explained at length.
"Better under shame than guilt," Sean said.
"Why? What's the difference? Arga asked
Tirta doesn't know what Sean means, and he doesn't understand what Arga's question means. It's just that some things made him feel bad too. Because he had instilled his hatred of women into his child without meaning to.
"If you can still meet him, even if you have to lose your self-esteem, it's better than living with the guilt of never getting the answer. When you know Maudya is dead and you even wish she were in front of you, meeting you and talking—ah, no need to talk—just looking at you with hateful eyes seems better than not hearing anything from the mouth that usually calls you affectionately. Now that he's still alive, if I can't meet him now, I'll send a letter. Or at least, you can send him a letter and pretend you're his secret admirer while still using your name," explained Sean again.
"What if he never remembers me? Arga asked
A kindness, Casual Tirta said.
"If he remembers, it's a miracle; if not, it means a new opportunity for you—a hope that doesn't come twice because of a miracle. Sean said. "Don't be like me, Ga; you've regretted it once; don't regret it a second time. You should understand and accept that. He said, Continue. 
"I told you, you think too much," explained Tirta with a chuckle.
But Sean actually looked at Tirta and said, "Now, tell me about you. How come your child doesn't know who his mother is?"
"You didn't tell me on purpose?" asked Arga again, full of curiosity.
"No! I just don't want her to get hurt, and besides, not all mothers can accept their own children. It's not that I don't want to bring them together. However, that woman pretended to be dead. In fact, now she needs my child because she needs it," taunted Tirta.
"Why?" he asked.
"She doesn't need children; she just needs wealth," said Tirta.
"Since when?" asked Arga.
"Since I came back here and accompanied you because you were devastated by circumstances, and three years ago you were devastated because of Maudy, I took her to Indonesia." Said Tirta. 
"You're really great; you can cover everything," chuckled Sean.
"Isn't it just like you? mocked Tirta
"Hmm, that's life," Sean replied.
"It seems like I don't miss much. Very much, even far away. Things that I don't consider important are valuable to the people around me. And I just found out about it. I even forgot when I smiled happily. Strange, but I enjoy it. Arga sighed. 
But I want to know, when did Sean become like this? Was it five years ago too? If so, that means we all have an inner bond," Arga chuckled later.
It's not an inner bond, but it seems related. Me and you, Ga, seem related. But I don't know about Sean; maybe the woman Sean is referring to isn't related to them. But if so, maybe you should act like Sean. Tirta said this time seriously.
It's not a matter of revenge or hurt; after all, those who died can't come back. It's just that, for those left behind, it is very heavy. Even Sean didn't know if he'd be able to deal with it after that day.
"Our discussion is too far and too long; now make your choice! If you want to move forward, don't give up halfway. That's all my message! a warning from Tirta, and Sean also has his own business. Maybe every meeting will experience separation, but every step and trace left behind has a connection.