Swipe You, Swipe Me
Seven of Cups and The Moon

CI-LANDA

old love comes suddenly

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Tara reads a short message from Kiara, which is replied with 3 letters. fck.

Tara scrolls through her phone screen and replies to new messages, either by emoting or laughing. The clock shows at 7:14 with a step he went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth and then went down to the kitchen to prepare Sushinya. Bu Sekar was cutting fresh flowers and arranging them in pots.

"Tumben, nduk, early morning gini is already literate," his eyes follow where his daughter steps.

"Yes, I want to make sushi" Tara replied as she rolled her hair up.

"Ih cool, early in the morning mama breakfast sushi." commented Bu Sekar. "Mbok ya say so let mama tanakan nasi earlier, you just make topping alone."

"Casual, ma," cried Tara from the kitchen. "Let's taste the original savory from the legs in my hand."

"Kok is a dirty son of tenan anyway," he said.

Tara chuckled, She began to wash the rice and herd. Added a little vinegar, salt and sesame oil added to the aroma of Sushinya rice.

While waiting for the rice to tanak and transferred to the boiler to ripen, Tara cleaned the topping stuffing and brought it to be weeded while talking to her mother. "Tara today will go yes, ma."

"Where, Nduk?" Bu Sekar moved the roses and chrysanthemums alternately.

"Tea Chebon," Tara sliced up the size of a fresh cucumber match she peeled off her skin.

"Oh, who are you telling me about, Rendra?" for a moment, Bu Sekar stopped his activities.

"Genta, mom. Rendra mah his son Bu Singgih," Tara melalap the rest of the unused cucumber then continue slicing crabstick.

"Yowes, walk carefully, yo. What time's home? Don't malem-malem you know, nduk," the message.

"Yes, no, I also want to spit up, hihihihi," replied Tara while separating the avocado from her skin.

Tara brought all the weeded ingredients into the kitchen and began managing them into sushi. After everything is ready, he arranged neatly in a container, then partly he arranged in a plate.

"Cobain, ma," Tara placed the plate along with a pair of chopsticks as well as soy sauce on the table, then took one.

"Aw!"

Ms. Sekar hit the back of Tara's hand with a chopstick, "didn't be polite, old man belom cobain."

Tara just chuckled and put the sushi in her mouth and sat herself next to her mother. He made sure it fit his tongue. Although not as good as he bought at the restaurant, but quite can be said that sushi.

"Lumayan, nduk," said Bu Sekar after dipping a little on soy sauce. "But less opo, yo?"

"Lack of brands, ma."

Then they both laughed.

***

"Doubt?" Tara took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag. Genta was a little surprised but only shook his head.

"My match is gone so I can borrow yours for the story" said Genta.

"Pake, let's." Tara held out a lighter in Genta's hand.

"I hope you don't think it's silly with women and cigarettes" Tara exhaled white smoke slowly.

"Slightly, but well culture change day by day," said Genta. "Honestly, my ex isn't a smoker anyway."

"I'm..." Tara started singing a song by Ello, "not like your ex..."

"Anyways," Genta nudged Tara's arm. "Do you know where my ex tried to be a liar?"

"I'm just singing, Gen," she said. "Task Ello who knows how to sing the song with a former liar."

Both are blowing smoke at the same time.

"But the average of those who are handsome must have started from a lie" concluded Tara. "Didn't that?" Tara glanced and looked for Genta's approval which only grinned and flicked her cigarette. The tobacco ash flew with the wind.

"Well, love stories are so bad. But people keep looking and never get tired of hoping maybe not to fall in the same hole."

Tara patted the young man on the shoulder, "already the passerby is not regretted. Embraces all new journey with bigger possiblity ahead."

"Style, you," Genta gulped down the rest of the canned cola and stuffed it in the trash plastic.

***

"Frequently stop by to play, yes Genta," Bu Sekar also delivered when Genta bailed home.

"Ih, you think Aunty is old until she doesn't recognize people's faces," Bu Sekar put on a funny face. "Udah you anterin Genta forward, nduk. Careful, on the road. Thanks for taking my son."

"Come, Auntie," said Genta. Tara followed until the gate.

"Thank you for the invitation" Tara smiled as Genta lowered her car's glass.

"Thank you also you would listen to my story, about my ex, hahhaha," Genta said.

"Honestly, that's the most wrong topic you picked up on your first date" Tara said.

"Sorry," he said.

"Hahhahaha, relax. Everyone needs stress relief, maybe you're a little relieved."

"No, no. You help me more than what you think. Thankyou, Tara," Genta looked at Tara's eyes.

"Anytime," replied Tara.

***

"Hi, Dave, hi.." Tara put her phone to her ear. "Obviously your voice."

"Where's the news on a daily basis?" dave's voice is much smoother than Tara's. Sometimes he himself becomes inferior to his interlocutors.

"So out, no time to check hp," the risk of using a matchmaking application was unexpectedly quite confusing Tara. Maybe he should start determining the priority scale after this. "How are you?"

Tara put up a TWS and left the phone on her bedside table. Then she went to the dresser to clean her face.

"Good, but kinda miss you a little" he said through TWS in Tara's ear.

Really? miss you so soon? unnatural ga. "Hahaha, thank you." Tara wiped her face with a cotton swab.

"What are you doing today?"

"Mmm, just go to the tea garden. City would always crowd, you know. Sometimes it takes looking at greenery rather than always looking at the walls of skyscrapers." Tara said.

"I hope today is fun."

"Yes, what are you doing today?"

"Went to the gym. and checkin' on you," replied Dave.

Ah, crap it's boring.

On the slobber Dave repeatedly says he misses Tara, the sound of a new call coming in sounds. Tara went to check who called her.

"Umh, Dave, I have some urgent call in line. Can we talk tomorrow?"

"All right, good night, Tara," Dave turned off the phone before Tara responded.

So, weird.

"Thanks, God, you saved me," Tara bursts out after receiving her new call.

"Why?" Rendi asked back.

"There's a pretentious kid calling me" he reported. "I don't think he's dizzy with the response."

"Yes, respond in language," Rendi cheered at the end of the phone. "You've responded."

"Feeling got challenge, so hit it," Tara scratched her head. "What's the phone?"

"Mastiin I'm in the sushi part of what's wrong."

"Haha, ngaco. Basilah if still there," Tara looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror, her face met. He shook his head to get rid of his mind.

"Do you know I'm in Jakarta?"

"Son, why do I tell your mama in Jakarta," replied Tara who he eventually regretted.

"Oh, I think..." Rendi threw her cigarette that had not reached half to the ground.

"I mean, I haven't had a chance to tell you a story yet" Tara clarified.

"No, pro-" Rendi's voice was cut off.

"Hello, Ren, Ren," Tara goes to check her phone which turns out to be out of power.

Funnier. In the past he would look for everything to make sure the battery was full when Rendi called, yes it was. Tara installed a power booster and decided not to contact Rendi back. The night was already too late to spend time chatting in their current situation.

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