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Langit yang tadinya cerah kini telah berubah gelap. Matahari tidak lagi kelihatan namun cahaya jingganya masih menyinari bumi yang dipenuhi kehidupan ini.
Tanpa aku sedar. Dah tiga jam aku termenung sendiri di Tasik Titiwangsa ni. Tempat yang banyak kenangan aku. Dengan dua lelaki kembar yang memiliki sepasang mata hazel tu.
Kenapa tiba-tiba?
Langsung tak logik dan tak boleh diterima dek akal. Dia bergurau ke? Kalau bergurau. Sumpah tak lawak! Aku tarik tarik jambul panjang dia sampai tercabut nanti.
Lagi satu, aku spam dia pun singletick je. Profile WhatsApp dia yang memang tidak diletak gambar apa-apa itu menyusahkan aku untuk tentukan dia block aku atau off data.
Hanya kerana aku tak buka phone dua hari. Aku dihukum sebegini rupa? Why Aydin? Awak fikir lawak ke semua ni?
Urgh!!
"Eh! you Anayra kan?"
Aku yang tadi menunduk terus mengangkat wajah sebaik sahaja suara lunak seorang perempuan menyapa deria pendengaran aku.
Bibir aku perlahan-lahan mengukir senyuman.
"Maya, Huda,"
Maya dan Huda yang berbaju muslimah itu duduk di sebelah kiri dan kanan aku. Maya di kiri dan Huda pula di kanan.
Tak sangka boleh jumpa di tasik ini. Pertama dan terakhir jumpa mereka ni ketika di majlis yang diadakan di Dynasty Court Hotel.
"You kenapa muram je ni? You ada masalah?" jelas dan nyata wajah Maya kelihatan risau.
"Ada ke orang happy tapi muram?" celah Huda sambil jeling Maya yang dah mula cemberut.
"I dengan Ecah kalau sedih boleh je buat kerja gila macam main ketuk-ketuk periuk mak I sampai kemek. Pakai spender dekat kepala," balas Maya.
"Tch, kau kan memang gila? Kau dengan Ecah dua kali lima, lima kali bodoh je,"
Maya dan Huda bertikam lidah. Aku di tengah diam menikus. Kadang aku tergelak kecil dengar ayat ayat yang dikeluarkan sepanjang pergaduhan mereka ni.
"Eee... Lantak kau lah Maya. Ha kau asal sedih sedih? Putus cinta ke?"
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Aku tersentak.
Ya, aku putus cinta. Putus cinta secara mengejut.
"Entahlah. Lebih kurang kut,"
"Siapa boyfriend you tu? Bagitau I cepat. Huda ni dia pandai silat tau!" Maya menggenggam kedua-dua penumbuk. Seakan bersedia untuk melepaskan tumbukan.
"Ayan lah... Siapa lagi," jawabku malas
"Eh, bukan you dengan dia dah putus ke? Baru tiga hari lepas I tengok ig story Ayan. Video dia dengan sorang perempuan cantik ni. Rapat gila you! Perempuan tu pergh mantap kalah you," terang Maya dengan lenggoknya.
"Woi mangkuk! Kau nak pujuk ke nak batu api kan si Nayra ni?! Kau tengok leleh dah hingus dia," Huda mencebik pandang aku dan usap-usap bahu aku.
Aku?
Aku confuse nak nangis sebab Aydin ada perempuan atau nak nangis sebab ada mereka berdua ni sebagai peneman.
"Serius lah? Nayra tak pernah tau pun dia ada account Instagram, dia pun tak pernah cerita," ujar ku. Aku pandang Huda dan Maya bersilih ganti.
"Eh bodoh ape orang zaman sekarang ni takde ig. Menipulah," bahu aku yang tadi diusap lembut kini di tolak kasar.
Saya redha!
"You tak ada ig ke Nayra? You baru keluar dari gua mana ni?" soal Maya dengan mimik muka tidak percaya.
"Ada. Tapi, tak active. Tak reti nak guna jadi Nayra buang je,"
Ya, aku ni buta benda benda macam ni. Aku tak reti nak guna. Tiktok pun aku tak reti. Senang cerita aku ni macam katak bawah tempurung.
"Mesti username ig you yang macam user_3639379383,"
Aku hanya sengih kelat, tak fahamlah katakan.
"Takpa... Biar I tunjuk. Ha ni. Siap buat highlight lagi tulis '
Terus berkerut dahi aku, "highlight? Yang biasa guna dekat buku tu ke,"
"Bukan! Bukan! Eh risau betul aku ngan kau ni. Kau baru keluar dari guna mana ni?"
Aku tersengih malu. Telefon yang Maya hulur diambil dengan tangan kanan. Video dan gambar yang ada aku lihat satu per satu.
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Sedih aku rasa. Lelaki yang aku puja tak pernah sentuh perempuan tu. Haih. Entahlah. Aku benci nak cakap. Kenapa kau buat aku macam ni Aydin?
Hiks, hiks.
"Sabar Nayra. Nanti kalau Aydin dah balik sini. Kau try face to face dengan dia,"
"T-tapi. Nayra tak mampu Huda. Kalau Nayra nangis depan dia macam mana?" aku mencapai tisu yang dihulur oleh Maya. Lantas tisu itu di tekap tekap ke muka aku yang dibanjiri air mata.
"Kau kuat. Jangan risau, okaylah dah. Tak elok perempuaan keluar malam malam ni. Jomlah balik,"
Aku mengangguk.
"Nanti. Kalau dia mengaku. You hembus hingus-hingus you sapu dekat Ayan tu!"
"Bongok ajar bukan bukan! Eh Nayra. Bawak kuali. Kalau betul dia buat macam tu. Kau libat je kuali tu kat kepala dia! Taubat nasuha terus dia nanti, tengoklah!"
"Eleh you pun sama je Huda!"
"Eh idea aku tak kotor macam kau!"
Mereka berdua bergaduh lagi. Tapi aku endahkan. Gambar dan video tadi bermain main di dalam kotak fikiran aku.
×××××
Hari ni aku minta cuti. Bukan sehari, tapi seminggu. Nasib baik Aydan bagi. Aku hanya minta secara dalam talian je. Tak mampu nak hadap muka dia yang sebijik macam Aydin tu.
Memandangkan Aima pun part-time di cafe tu dan sama kumpulan dengan aku. Jadi, mudah sikit aku nak cuti. Nasib baik aku dah ajar cara buat air-air dekat dia.
Aku menatap pantulan diri aku di dalam cermin satah almari solek aku yang berwarna coklat ni.
Mata aku kelihatan sedikit sembab kerana menangis sepanjang malam. Bantal aku saja yang tahu betapa teruknya tangisan aku pada malam itu. Agaknya kalau dia boleh bercakap. Mesti aku kena marah sebab aku buat dia basah dengan air mata aku ni.
Cincin dijari manis aku dipandang lama. Agak agak Puan Aysha dan Encik Zahrain tau tak pasal ni?
Tak hancur ke hati mereka berdua?
Atau mereka dah rancang?
Yelah, takkan semudah itu dia nak lamar aku kan? Haih, Nayra! Jangan bersangka buruk! Tak baik. Tapi, mereka tahu atau tidak?
Kalendar di dinding dikerling.
Esok Aydin akan pulang semula ke Kuala Lumpur. Aku tekad. Aku akan jumpa dia lusa. Esok mesti dia penat dan stress. Haih, dia nak buat kau nak naik gila pun kau masih kesah tentang kesihatan fizikal dan mental dia Nayra?
Ting!
Telefon yang berbunyi itu terus aku capai. Senyuman lebar yang menghiasi bibir pucatku mula pudar.
Apa kau harap dari dia Nayra?
Kau fikir dia akan mesej kau lepas dah jumpa perempuan lagi cantik dari kau?
Haih...
Mesej Zafran dibuka.
♡ Abang
Rara! Yeay! Baby girl aku dah
bertukar warna tau!
Tengok lah gambar ni... Jap aku snap
🖼️ photo
Jari aku pun segera muat turun gambar yang di hantar Zafran. Terbeliak mata aku!
Pink?! Cantik
Tapi..
Dia lelaki kut! Lelaki!
Macam tak kena je!
♡ Abang
Cantik kan baby girl aku?
Ehek
Patut tak aku letak sticker
Hello Kitty?
Tak payah setan!
Sedsr diri kau tu laki!
Malu lah!!
Abang letak stixker Hello Kitty
Nayra tak nak kawan absng!
♡ Abang
HAHAHAHAHA... Sedap kau setan-setankan aku ya?
typo merata siot!
Ok ok aku tak tampal
Btw, buat senaman jari.
Dah makin gemok jari ketot kau tu.
Queen of Typo
Mana ada jari Nayra gemok!
Skrin telefon ni yang kecik
♡ Abang
Hm... Yelah... Perempuan selalu betul.
Jomlah lepak. Aku tau mood
kau tengah tak okaykan?
Aku tersentak. Macam mana dia tau ni?
♡ Abang
jom jom.. aku tunggu dekat bawah.
kalau kau tolak
aku tak akan teragak agak
tampal sticker Hello Kitty!
Aku merengus geram. Suka ugut orang! Nak tak nak aku kene terima juga. Bibir yang sedikit pucat aku lindung dengan lipstick. Mata pula aku pakai spek hitam untuk cover.
Haih, moga moga aku keluar dengan abang aku ni. Aku dapat lah tenangkan diri.
bersambung
Terlupa nak update nyah 😭
sorry words hari ni sikit sangat...
Jumpe next week!
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