Arga was finally here; after their conversation with his two friends this morning, he immediately flew to Bandung. Yes, he didn't wait long; he was immediately in Bandung, only two hours after his best friend left his apartment. And now here he is. I don't know what came over him; he was sitting on a swing in the park facing east. Arga raised his head to the sky and looked at the blue sky with a smile. He smiled faintly, then sighed again after being satisfied after looking around. He is not a good friend, investigating his friends secretly; he even knows what happened to Tirta even though he doesn't say it, and neither does Sean, even though he doesn't know who the woman who left Sean is.
"Man, how long have you been here? You've already eaten; the cafe is about to close," said a woman because she had been watching Arga, who looked dreamy.
"Sorry, I just wanted to look around for a bit. He answered politely because he had been sitting there for a long time. It can be said that for six hours, and it's already ten at night, the cafe will automatically close. Arga hasn't even booked a hotel to stay overnight.
"Oh, if not, please just sit on the cafe terrace, bro, because we're closing," he said politely too.
"Oh, yes, thank you." Arga immediately got up and paid for his drink to the waiter. I don't know how many glasses of drink he ordered; that's all he ordered because he couldn't even eat well. Just yesterday Tirta got a delivery of food from Casya; that's all he could eat, and even then after being forced by Tirta and Sean.
Yes, sir, you're welcome," answered the waiter.
Arga sat on a chair on the terrace of the cafe. He had been thinking a lot lately; he couldn't even think straight. If it weren't for his mother, he would have jumped from his apartment building. Often, his gadgets destroy all the fantasies that torment him.
"Hello," he answered, without looking at who was calling via the caller ID on his cell phone.
"Where are you kid?" asked a middle-aged woman, who Arga believed was also suffering as much as he was.
"In Bandung, mom," he said softly, with a sigh that let his mother know on the other side that they were both tired.
"What are you doing in Bandung?" asked the mother again.
"Mom," Arga muttered.
Yes, darling, why son?"
"Does Mama know that Maudy's family has moved to Bandung? Arga asked again.
"Hey, why ask about Maudy Ga? Didn't you say you wanted to forget the past? It's nothing, Ga, but Mama won't stop feeling guilty; it's just that Mama is asking for help if you also stop; Mom is a little better, because Mama can't let you continue like this. Ga, Papa, you won't let it either. Rita from the other side sighed. He felt guilty because of his in-laws, but he couldn't break his promise.
"Mom, Arga only asked because someone saw Maudy in Bandung. Arga explained slowly.
Obviously, Rita on the other side would definitely be quite shocked—not enough, but definitely very shocked—making her almost lose her heart.
"Ga, what are you talking about? Maury is dead," Rita said, seeming unable to believe Arga's words.
"Arga, seriously, ma'am, have you never talked to Maudy's mother?  Arga asked firmly.
"Eh, hem, have you ever, Ga? But just asking about Maudy's mom and dad, Mom didn't even talk for long. You know, Maudy's dad is probably fed up with hearing Mama's voice. So Mom can't talk for long. But, Ga, are you certain? Are you sure about what you said about Maudy? Rita asked again on the other side. Because she could see that Arga meant it from her tone.
"Arga came here to make sure and also wanted to see Grandma Ma's house, he said.
"But Ga, mom is more worried if Maudy is still alive," said Rita seriously.
"Why mom?" Arga asked
"Because... no, your uncle won't stay silent. Said Rita. 
Mama, are you sure it's because of him? If you're not hiding anything, you can rest assured. But, sorry, ma'am, he's not Arga's uncle. He doesn't even have the slightest blood tie to him. Arga's answer stunned Rita.
"Arga, you can't say that; don't ever speak in front of grandma like that. Arga, listen to Mama Son; don't ever! You shouldn't talk like that, because your dad still values him as your uncle." Rita's answer made Arga freeze.
"Mom, do you realise that because of your attitude, this grandmother is like this? Maudy and her family are suffering, and everything is not back in its place. Argo was clearly holding back his growls.
"Arga! Mama knows, son, mama knows, but should you be the one to talk like that?" asked his mother breathlessly.
"You have to, you have to! As long as you know, it's because of mom and grandma's attitude that things get complicated. If only you didn't get in Arga's way at that time, and if only you could give him what he asked for, and enough about after Arga and papa planned everything wouldn't be like this, as long as mom knows, Arga is still quite angry with mom. Arga immediately stopped the call. He hung up the phone and slammed it on the floor.
Someone who saw this reprimanded Arga, "Sorry bro, I don't know what happened, but don't destroy your expensive and valuable cellphone, because it looks like it's more expensive than I thought. The clarity made Arga turn around without being asked.
"Oh, sorry." Arga immediately got up; he saw the waiter who had approached him and the man who had just reprimanded him.
"It's finished?" he asked, and the woman nodded.
"Let us go home!" he said with a smile.
"Sir, we're going home first, and cellphones are expensive; don't throw them away! Remember, if you're guilty, apologise; if you really need it, why not just come? It's better than just thinking about it here alone, right? He said it with a smile. Then he invited the woman he was with to go home.
"Do you want to pick me up? The woman asked if, in Arga's view, they were lovers; maybe that was what the woman expected, but the man only thought of them as friends.
"I wanted to invite Dy, but he told me to go alone. The man said, making the woman bow and fall silent, that she realised that everything was fake.
Arga heard their conversation, and he saw that they were enough to make his chest ache, but there were a few words that he heard enough from the conversation to make Arga look at the two of them from behind until they were no longer visible.
Dy," the man's nickname for someone's nickname, was quite familiar to his ears. It's just that Arga has to make sure first.
Arga continued walking and stared at an image on his smartphone, reminding himself of the past.
Meanwhile, a pair of human children who were walking home waiting for the bus were just silent; they didn't have anything to talk about; it's just that the woman couldn't possibly stay silent all the way home.
"Rein, you don't have to pick me up tomorrow," said Mirna.
"Why?" he asked.
"My, I have another task. Tomorrow I will work the afternoon shift at the cafe, and from the afternoon until the evening there is another job near my house. Just go through our residential intersection, don't worry. She said it with a smile.
The man didn't say much; he just nodded because he also seemed to promise to take Maudy out tomorrow.
"Mira," he called
"Hmm?"
"I think I like someone," he said, unconsciously hurting his best friend's feelings.
"Hmm, who?" She asked, choked up.
"Ma–"
"Rein, it looks like I'm going to get off at the intersection; you can go ahead. She said it quickly.
"Why? Just be together; after all, we're together; just come together so I can accompany you,he ssaid.
"No need! I'll go first. Mira immediately stopped the bus as soon as she reached the intersection. She wasn't going to go home straight away; she wanted to wait until Rein got off the bus and entered their residential street. She will wait because she is not ready; she is completely unprepared.