Swipe You, Swipe Me
Another Six of Cups and Two of Swords

Tara was glued, unable to believe what her eyes saw. These were not the fantasies he wanted when they first parted. It´s real. Rendi right in front of him brought a glass of NiKopSu from his favorite shop. The impulse was eager to scatter in Rendi's arms, but all his strength resisted the desire of his heart.

She back?

"Well, aren't you doyan?" Randi pulled a little hand that stuck out the coffee.

"Ah," Tara took the cup from Rendi's hand, there was a subtle sigh in her heart as their hands touched. "You're back?"

"Yes, from Wednesday. There's something to do at headquarters, so I'm here. This afternoon stop by your office when you finish business," he explained. "healthy, Tar?"

"Praise God, still intact," he replied grinningly.

"A promise this afternoon?" Randi is waiting for an answer.

Tara's head shakes automatically, "none. Why?"

"I'm a laper, find a yuk meal," he asked. "I'll go home and see my mama."

His chest was pounding, his mind was raging. The return of Rendi in his life after a long time made all the healing process drop to zero. This is what he has been waiting for all this time. Although around him life goes on endlessly, many new people come and go, but the figure in front of him makes the earth Tara again waver.

This is what you expected, right, Tar. Then now why do you worry and question who came back?

Tara followed Rendi towards the Ninja parked on the shoulder of the road. Tara sucks her coffee to shift her inner turmoil and upheaval. At least Rendi had to look at it just plain, not feeling her anxiety was overwhelming, she thought.

Rendi handed him the yellow helmet, the helmet Tara always wore when they were together. Tara's hand was limp as she pinned the helmet to her head. Rendi turned her head and helped button the helmet. Their eyes lit up and the sky in Tara's hands was as if adorned with millions of fireworks exploding.

"And save," said Rendi when the sound of a locked click.

"Thanks" Tara's great-grandson.

Then with just a moment, the two of them had sped through the densely packed streets of the Capital City.

***

"Oh, that is," Tara responded to the interlocutor's story before her.

"Abis project mural in BNB is finished, I moved again to Banyuwangi. So again take care of the completeness at the headquarters, all bring the artists I recommend. The work is good, you want to see?" Rendi pulled out her phone and opened the gallery. Showing realistic contemporary-style murals in BNB that have been completed in the works.

"The statistics of visitors are getting bigger after BNB was touched by this mural," he said enthusiastically.

"Good, the artist ordered an exhibition at my office event, all at once" Tara bargained.

"It could be, but you're the one with the proposal, yes," Rendi pinched and kept her phone on the table. "So Adam tipped the greeting," Rendi sniffed towards the NiKopSu Tara cup. "Say you've been tangled lately."

Tara pulled herself back and folded her hands together on her chest, "basically not polite."

"She said, you miss me" Rendi chuckled.

Shit, look out, Dam. "Keep you proud, is that it?"

"I didn't say I was lazy because of me" Rendi raised her eyebrows.

"Fishing really," Tara turned her gaze to the street outside the window.

"You're right, yes yes, dong, proud," Rendi put on a witty smile that was reciprocated by Tara's cynical smile.

Their orders arrived, Cordon Bleu for Tara and Sirloin Blackpaper for Rendi. They thanked the waiter as he left the table. Rendi took Tara's plate and began to dismember the Cordon Bleu as she used to do.

We broke up, didn't we, Ren? he said inwardly as he watched Rendi blabber and cut her food into pieces that Tara could easily eat. He paid no heed to what the young man said until the plate was returned before him. Now how should I behave?

"How's mama? long time no hear that boisterous laugh you know, your mama's laughter is so snaky," Rendi began to cut her meat.

"Healthy," Tara put a piece of meat in her mouth, "Papi-Mami, healthy?"

"Long time I didn't contact them anyway," Rendi sipped water in her glass. "Most I chatted Dian. Mastiin is really a college student, you know the kid now."

"Be free, let Dian be able to express," said Tara.

"Yes, the first brother of the Siaolin college" he added.

"I'm bald and half dong" Rendi did not accept.

As Tara laughed, that night they spent exchanging stories during the absence of each other's presence in his life. Tara enjoyed the moment, she decided to see the development in the future with no more hope. He knows, this is the best way. Welcoming Rendi home without expecting a special agenda in it.

***

Rendi handed the yellow helmet to Tara to wear, Tara urung welcomed. He remembered having to stop by Ranch for the purpose of buying sushinya.

"I have to stop by somewhere," Tara subtly refused.

"Lho, he said there was no promise," Rendi put the helmet on the motorcycle seat.

"Yeah" Tara's phone rang. "Hold on."

The name SL Genta plastered on the screen of his phone.

"Hello," Tara stepped away.

"Mastiin is tomorrow so, Tar," said Genta.

"So, really," replied Tara.

From where Rendi was, she was still able to listen to Tara's conversation with someone on her phone. Something was creeping in his chest. He did not know why this afternoon he stepped into the coffee shop, ordered and approached Tara's office without telling her he was coming. Randy did not understand. Perhaps this routine thing calling from his subconscious, he remembered no more relationship with women who stood near the acacia tree and talked to the cell phone, other than his former status. Something interesting, it is not defined what it is.

Sometimes Tara smiled as she lowered her head in her conversation, tucking in the strands of her hair that had fallen in front of her face. With whom he spoke, Rendi's inner. He was eager to find out, but finally he just turned his eyes and waited for Tara to finish with her conversation.

"I have to go to Ranch," Tara stepped closer to Rendi and put her phone in a bag. "Someone I want to buy."

"You make sushi, huh?" ask Rendi without further ado.

"Ih, nagging," Tara Manyun.

"Ga nguping, your voice can be heard up to dozens of blocks from here," said Rendi hyperbola.

"Ngaco," he replied. "Thank you for dinner, Ren. Healthy, you. Go home, gih."

"Excuse me, huh?" said Rendi kaku.

"Lho, lnga. I went to Ranch myself" explained Tara.

"And I promised to take you home" Rendi reminded.

"Geep, it's okay. Later I go home on commuter, I put my bike in the station," Tara smiled as she looked at Rendi who was leaning on her bike.

"So," said Rendi but undo his intention to continue his sentence. There's no right to ask who called Tara just now.

Tara looked at him waiting for a sentence that Rendi did not continue.

"OK, man," Rendi tidied up the yellow helmet and put it up with a net in the back seat. "You be careful when you get home, be patient when you get home. Greetings to mama."

Tara did not add any expression, although more question marks hung on her head. "Thank you, Rendi, make it today. What a surprise," he added.

***

Five times Tara had surrounded the refrigerated shelves in the department store, all the sushi-making necessities were already in the basket she had pulled. His mind floated on what had just happened, his mind raging.

Has the manifestation been bearing fruit all this time? He knows, the healing process is not completely over, hope little still continues at the point of his heart. And what about the people who are starting to connect with him. It becomes a gamang. It is undeniable that he is happy but he does not deny his confusion.

Finally Tara walked to the cashier and paid for her groceries. While waiting for the cashier to count her groceries, Tara looked for Kiara's contact and wrote a message on the conversation window.

He's back. Hows?

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