Genk Socialite
Is He Seriously Wanting to Meet Me?
Risma Samaya's.
Be able. We met at Balekambang Park. I will tell you later.
March 29th at 16:00, yes*.
"Huh? Seriously, she wants to see me?" I shouted in shock as I read the message from the Mysterious Writer on my Facebook.
Felis who was engrossed in playing Hago suddenly put down his HP and then switched to look at my laptop. "Take a shot. You are not wrong to see. He wants to see you. Buruan bales, directly let's invite."
Felis then put on a serious face again thinking. "Gue wonder the same why the Mysterious Writer was immediately willing to be taught to meet you? Though all this time he's been in a super-covered sosmed. Don't-don't he's actually your secret admirer?"
I shrugged. "Eitherway. Who is my secret admirer. Artist is not, beautiful is not, there is not even any advantage in me." I breathe for a moment. "What makes me even more surprised why he chose a meeting place in Balekembang Park?"
"What happened to that place?"
"There are many memories of my same Mas Bima childhood."
"But that place has become a public tourist. Not just your memory." Felis stood up from the sofa. "Rather than you confused thinking this that, mending now you come with me!"
I scrunched my forehead. "Where?"
"Being shopping for clothes."
"Well? I still have a lot of clothes in my closet. Also in Balekembang Park. At the end of it see doang deer."
Felis patted his eel. "For instance, the Risma. Yes, this Mysterious Writer is a special person. He wants to meet you, when you find him make a t-shirt or baby doll?"
I'm shaking the horse. Felis memorized my closet collection not far from t-shirts and baby dolls.
"Udah ah's. Buruan. You should come with me to get dressed."
I can only follow Felis's wishes.
***
Damn it, Felis took me to Batik Danar Hadi. Who doesn't know this place? Batik Danar Hadi has become the hallmark of Solo city. Built since 1967. People say that buying batik is not steady if not here.
The problem is the price of the product here is expensive. Yesterday I saw in IG they are the cheapest product Rp. 350,000,- and above. My money's not enough, is it? Mama and Papa haven't transferred the pocket money. Understand old dates.
"Fel, we'll find somewhere else! I'm afraid I'm lacking money."
Felis glared sharply. "Yes, when do you buy clothes for a special guy at Klewer Market? Elegant little dong. Ah, yuk in! If you have less money, I will add more. Anyway you have to appear special in front of that Mysterious Writer!"
Felis then pulled my hand into Batik Danar Hadi's shop.
My steps stopped when in front of the mannequin displaying batik blouse printed motif Tambal Kusuma Asri. "Fel, wait a minute. I love this shirt." I saw the price tag. "The price is also cheap Rp. 297,000, not three hundred thousand."
"Oh, plis. Do you want a date with a special guy during Blouse's make clothes? Kind of office work," said Felis.
"Ih, not necessarily the time he invited me to meet for a date. Who knows, just meeting ordinary."
"What is pu, the Mysterious Writer is obviously a special person so you should wear special clothes as well. Yes, you wait here. Let me find the right clothes for you."
Felis then circled the shop. I just stared in wonder. I want to meet, why did Felis pick clothes for me?
Five minutes later Felis returned to my front with a combination Sack Dress with outher batik cap motif Ceplok Baris. "Well, if this one is suitable for you to meet the Mysterious Prince. Lo likes it, right?"
"This cheap. If you have less money, let me add it."
If it's like this, what can be done. Free also against Felis' wishes. Won't win.
***
At 00:00
Strain my memory and erase about him
The Geisha song that became the ring tone on my smart phone rang out loud to break my dream. Who the hell called this clock? Disturb people from sleeping.
With my eyes closed I fumbled at the table reaching for the phone. Be met. Quintuple screen. It was a call from Felis. I got a call from him.
"Hallo, why Fel? I still miss the same time I call this hour?"
"Risma's happy birthday. This year my prayers are just one. Moga lo soul mate same novel author Angel Broken Heart."
"Yes, I guess there's something. Turns out it's just saying met birthday doang."
"Yes dong, because I want to be the first person to give you a birthday."
I'm stunned. Every year Mas Bima was always the first person to say birthday to me. How is Felis now?
"Yeee .. whose birthday is even diem?" shouted Felis.
"Gue is still sleepy. Tomorrow we'll talk."
Clik. I turned off Felis' phone. Answering my curiosity, I opened Whatsapp chat, Facebook and Instagram. There is absolutely no speech from Mas Bima. I don't know why this time I was disappointed in him.
***
The moment awaited arrived. I am now in Balekambang Park. But how lonely? There's no one at all. Let alone the people, deer, chickens and binantang who usually roam in this place is not visible.
"Bak Risma Nabila huh?" greet a man wearing a white shirt and vest.
"Yes, who is it?"
"Mbak is waiting for Prince Cinta. Come with me."
I followed the man's steps. Until finally his steps stopped at the edge of the pool that there is a statue of Partinah. Suddenly my eyes widened to see the sight before this.
There's a dining table. Surroundings are filled with white rose petals forming the symbol of love. It has the inscription 'i love you. Will you marry me?'
Instantly my chest was short of breath. Mystery writer proposed to me? I didn't dream anyway? Many times I rubbed my eyes, which I saw was still the same as no dream.
"Hi," reprimanded the voice of a man's bus. That voice is a famier in my ear. I'm turning.
Right beside this dining table, stood firmly a figure behind me. Her body features were exactly like my dreams the other day. Who her? Feels familiar. However, I dare not guess.
"Are you really the author of the novel Heartbroken Angel?"
"Yes, it's me. The figure you've been wondering lately. Are you ready to know my true identity?"
Slowly the man in front of me turned around. My heart was beating faster and seemed to want to meet a tiger. In my heart I pray. "Click, I hope I don't pass out so look at his face."
