LOVATY 1.0
Messed

Unlike other days where Calya used to eat her dinner at home, today she will have dinner outside. The woman was quite well dressed and was now on her way to a restaurant.

"Good night. Have you booked a place?" the guests greeted me kindly.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Whose name is his order?"

"Karin."

"All right, come in. Welcome to our restaurant."

Calya enters a European-style restaurant, accompanied by a restaurant employee who will take her to a private dining room that has been booked. Arriving at the table, a middle-aged woman was already sitting there. The beautiful woman wearing an ash-ash blouse with bound hair smiled as soon as she realized Calya's arrival.

"You've come, son!"

"Hi, Mom! Did you wait long?"

"No, mom just got here. Sit down!"

The mother and son sat down and ordered food after giving up the longing by hugging each other.

"How's your job?"

"Good."

"Mom heard from uncle, your company works a lot with big companies. You must be very busy."

"Our company is always busy, not just right now. No problem, I'm used to it."

"Any busy thing you can't miss a meal, so it doesn't get sick easily."

"Don't worry about that. Mother herself how? Is Aunt Nelly healthy?"

"As you can see, I'm fine. Aunt Nelly is too, she's always busy with all her home business."

"Is the business going well?"

"He even opened a new business. Sometimes my mom helps him too. He's a totally crazy business."

"True, he's always been very happy entrepreneurship."

"Mommy tell you! Don't spend all my time on work. You should also take the time to swim - be happy with your friends."

The waiter who came carrying the dish, momentarily stopped the conversation of the two women. Both of them prepare cutlery and start eating dishes that have been served. But did not stop the conversation that they had done, they still spoke a few sentences on the sidelines - the strait of his eating activities.

"Mother seriously. You should have listened to my mother's advice. Have fun now, because later if you're married you won't have time."

"Yes, yeah. I get it."

"It would be nice if you get an understanding husband. Sometimes you can take the road. But if you don't, your life will end up like a mother."

Calya's hand stopped immediately after hearing her mother's words. It seemed like he could already guess the direction this conversation was going in next.

"After marriage, mother's life is only spent at home. If you go out of the house other than shopping, it's only when we go to your father's house. The only monthly agenda of our family."

Calya could only remain silent while continuing to try to eat her food. He was unsure about what to say in response.

"Your father! For decades we have been married, never asking what you want!"

"When there's not much you want, it's just occasional family get-together time."

"When the other couple went out with the family, your father was just busy with his work."

"Don't indulge his wife, indulge his son never. Helped take care of you from a little girl she never did."

Calya can't deny her mother's words, they're facts. He does not have so much memory with his father, because his father is always busy working. Even he already had no spirit to fuss over it now, it had been too long.

But not for his mother. The middle-aged woman couldn't seem to forget everything. Countless times Calya heard the same story over and over again. Either because her mother was starting to forget, or she did want to tell her again - again.

At first, Calya did not mind, however, she was an only child. Perhaps her mother had nowhere else to share this story other than her. But that does not mean all this does not give Calya influence, on the contrary it is very influential.

Every time she heard the mother's story about her father, she recalled the times when she had to hear their quarrels. The most unpleasant part of his life.

Just like this moment, the longer one heard it, the more memory was twisted on his head. His chest began to feel tight, so he was unable to stay in the room.

"Mother, I want a little room!"

Calya tried to look ordinary as she left the room. After the door is closed, then the actual condition is seen. Slowly walk in the corridor while still holding on to the wall on the left.

After feeling enough from the room, he stopped walking. Leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath again. The corridor was quiet enough that he felt more comfortable there.

"Until when are you going to continue like this!"

A loud voice of a man suddenly sounded there.

"Like this? Like this how does it mean?"

"Aren't you old enough to understand? Stop being so childish!"

"I went to school where I chose. Learn what you choose. Work where you choose. After all that dad still calls me a child?"

"If you don't decide all that for you what you want to be now!"

"That's because you never asked me what I wanted!"

"STOP DENYING!"

The voices of the two men grew even higher, so it might be heard along the corridor. While Calya was still standing there. A woman's disinclination stopped there when the two men were in the mouth. But standing there is intentional. I don't know why the noise was like a radio broadcast, and he wanted to know the details.

"You, stop making trouble and live quietly. Don't embarrass your mother there!"

"Mother? Do you even remember your mother?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't make me clear. It's not just me that's embarrassing, I know that!"

"Speak what you are! YO! DON'T GO!"

BRAAKKS

The sound of the door being deliberately slammed sounded loud. Calya also intends to step away to the toilet, something she should have done from earlier. When his body turned. His eyes met pandan with a male figure at the end of there. The man also did the same, looking at Calya from where she was standing.

They know each other. The man was Arion, who had just gotten into an argument with his father. Calya continued her steps, as did Arion. Their steps further reduced the distance between the two. Getting closer and closer, until finally passing each other. Their footsteps now increased the distance between the two, until each disappeared at the end of the corridor.

'It turns out his life is the same as mine, fucked up!' said the woman who is currently washing her hands in the sink.