Genk Socialite
Take Meet
As usual, in the afternoon around four I sat sweetly on the porch of the house, while waiting for the arrival of Felis and Mas Bima. The two of them always come to my house at this hour, just chatting or eating a snack.
Mas Bima, during this week he was never seen again the trunk of his nose. Where the hell is he? Is it busy doing Om Raihan cafe? I miss him, more precisely the same icecream. Mas Bima if you come to my house always bring icecream.
I glanced at the circular clockwork on the right wrist, the hand pointing at four o'clock and fifteen minutes. The two of them have not come yet, I also take advantage of the time by surfing in cyberspace.
I want to continue the conversation with the mysterious author. Honey, he's not online anymore. But I keep sending him messages, who knows tonight he'll return my messages.
“Does the name of the character in the novel really exist in your life?”
“Assalamualikum.” There were two voices, one girl the other guy. The owner of the girl's voice can be ascertained Felis. Pucuk dikin ulampun arrive. “Eh, Mas Bim. Long life lo. I just talked in my heart eh dah nongol. Where have you been this week never to my house?”
“Commonly, told to take care of the cafe. During the week, the cafe was full of visitors. Wh why? Same with me?”
“Iya sih kangen. Kangen icecream is not the same. Hahaha..” Mas Bima blurted her lips. I'm happy not to play, managed to make Mas Bima annoyed. “Mas Bim, you bring icecream today?”
“Ya, of course bring dong. Nih.” Mas Bima thrust the plastic bag he held onto me. I peek first fill the plastic bag. “Huwaa .. icecream magnum. Thanks to Bim. Just know if I want to eat magnum.”
“Yes, tau dong. What do I not know about Lo?”
“Eh, Ris. Tumben there is a laptop on the terrace of the house, usually your laptop is just beautiful in the room.”
“So wait for you guys to come, I took advantage of the time with online facebook.”
“Lo has found a new gig on facebook so you are diligent online facebook?”
“Getting started kumat taunya. I tuh facebook online because chat same mysterious author.”
“Ngak will be dibales deh chat lo.”
“Who said? He's really nice. Last night I chatted bales. Nik proof.” I showed the contents of the chat with the mysterious author. Felis' eyes did not blink, as if he could not believe what he saw.
“Ajib, actually lo Ris. Of the thousands of readers of his novel Just chat lo who dibales with him.”
“No, maybe ah he likes his readers. It could be that he does not bales because other chat readers are too late so.”
“Wait, what are you talking about? Daritadi called the mysterious author, who is the mysterious author?” suhut Mas Bima's.
I patted the jidat. I forgot that Mas Bima did not know about the mysterious author, because he was busy in the cafe. I was forced to explain at length at first I knew the mysterious author. “That's story. How do you think it is natural that the author hides his identity and never communicates with his readers?”
“I think it's natural. Maybe he hid his identity because he did not want to be famous. Well, if the question of communication with the reader maybe he is basically a pendiem and rarely talk to others.”
“Connecting chat lo dibales with him, this could be a golden opportunity for lo.”
“What opportunity try?”
Felis confirmed his sitting position. Soon his hand touched his own chin. “Chance to make lo ajakin him meet.”
Brother, we're meeting yuk! I idolize brother, want to ask for autographs and photos with sister ma. Can you please…
“Gue think he will not want deh lo ajakin meeting,” said Mas Bima.
“Why don't you want to be taught?”
The look on Mas Bima's face changed, like he was thinking hard. I myself do not know what Bima is thinking. “As I said earlier, he hid his identity because he did not want to be famous. So I think it's impossible for him to be taught to meet.”
The answer to Bima is quite reasonable. Why my heart says Mas Bima's answer is a lie. “I have to find out the truth,” my resolve in heart.
***
Aryan Bima's.
My phone was screaming in my ear. The song that blurs all the good dreams.
“Okay, who the hell called me early in the morning? Disturb me from sleeping!” I mumbled indistinctly. With my eyes closed my hands fumbled looking for HP. Before long HP had been successful in the grasp. Quickly press the Answer button. I have memorized the HP button so without looking it already knows the answer button.
“Halo, good morning. Is it true that you are Prince of Love, author of the novel Broken Angel?” Ask someone across the phone.
“Iya true. Who are you?” I asked him back.
“I Dhea, from the publisher who published your novel.”
“Oh yes. You must have called me because you want to tell me that my royalties have been published, right?”
“Not, I called you because yesterday there was someone who wanted you to be a speaker at the seminar they held. Are you ready?”
“Hah? So the speaker at the seminar, you are serious?” I was shocked to hear what he said. My reflex jumped out of bed, then paced indistinctly around the bed. I don't know what to answer. Oh, I accept it, right? This is what ague lakain bias if again confused.
The shadow of Risma smiling sweetly flashed through my mind. He was so eager to meet the author of the novel Heartbroken Angel. I pulled my own hair. Yes, God is this the right time for Risma and all readers to know my identity?
“Contract the offer, make people curious it exciting loh.” Logic began to speak.
“Don't listen to him, listen to me as your heart. Ten years you hid me from Risma, I was sick and wounded. I need a berth, I want to dock in Risma's heart. If you don't do it now then you will lose Risma forever.” My heart won't lose to logic.
“Halo, Mas Your love prince is still there right? How could you not be a speaker at the seminar?”
I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. I was a little calm and definitely found the right answer. “Alright, I'm ready.”
That's the decision I made. I choose to follow my heart because I believe my heart is never wrong. If I don't do, declare love to Risma now then I'll lose Risma forever. I don't want it to happen again, I lost Risma enough.
The plan I will express love to Risma during the seminar. Let the people know that Risma is my source of inspiration.
