Genk Socialite
My angel is you
Aryan Bima's.
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Tin ... Tin ... Tin
The alarm on my smartphone is ringing. I deliberately set the alarm clock this way as a reminder of Risma's birthday. I always wanted to be the first person to wish her a happy birthday. But this time I was worried. Say no, huh?
One side wants, the other side says no. Giving his words when meeting him alone gives unexpected surprises.
Since you are already awake, it will be difficult to sleep again. I ventured into social media. Facebook was the first one I opened.
On the topmost homepage appears the status of Risma.
Sad that when people who used to say birthday first, now it does not look like the chat stem. 😪
Honestly, I feel guilty for making him sad. I'm sorry, Ris. Not that I don't want to say the first word, this time I want to be the last person to do birthday, but be the first person to propose to you.
***
I came to the application location an hour from the invitation schedule. I look at a place that has been conjured seromantically maybe the same as my employees. Almost perfect. Perfection belongs only to netijen. But I am sure I am satisfied with their hard work.
Suddenly Luthfi approached me with a pale face.
"Why you?"
"Hmmm .. anu ..., sir." Luthfi. Either say something to me or not.
"Udah, say it. I'm ready for the worst news."
"The man who sang at the shooting suddenly snapped, sir."
I want to say rude, fortunately I can still think. Snatching includes misfortune, not the fault of my employees.
"How next, sir? Where's the replacement?"
My brain thinks hard. Remember I have a friend whose voice is good and good or not. Rizky Kurniawan's. That name first came to my mind. This Rizky is my High School hero and he is famous for liking covers of people's songs on his youtubenya channel.
"So about finding a replacement for a singer, let's do my business. Do the other work."
Luthfi. I called Rizky. For a long time, he picked up my phone. I'm still positive think, maybe he's busy singing practice. I can still wait patiently.
"Hallo."
Finally lifted up too. "Hallo, Bro. How are you?"
"Good dong. What's the matter with the phone? Tumbens. There's gotta be something she wants, right?"
"Hehehe. Tau aja lo. Are you busy today?"
"Again selow. At least the night I hangout with my friends. Why emang?"
"So gini, I want to propose to girls. All have been neatly conceptualized, but unfortunately suddenly the person who sang on my show is snapping. Can you not replace him?"
"It could be, but the pay is 2 times. Haha."
Shit I'm blackmailed. No what. Anyway, impromptu. If not Rizky hard to find another. "If it's easy. You ask me for 5x fold, if my proposal is accepted."
"Come on, I'm the boss now. What time is the show?"
"Thirty minutes from now. How's it? Can, right?"
"could. What the hell didn't you do?"
"Thank you very much, Bro. I sent him his address."
"Either. I want to get ready first."
Clik.
My phone connection is off. I'm glad one problem solved. I hope this show is smooth.
***
"Mas Bima? Why are you here? Don't you think you're the Mysterious Writer?" pekik Risma was shocked the moment I turned back.
Before I tell you the truth, I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. “Yes, Risma I am the mysterious author.”
My speaking style to Risma changed, no longer wearing lo-gue perform wear me-you let it be more romantic.
The plot!
Risma clocked my head. I grimaced as I rubbed the former. “What's the main jitak-jitak heads aja?”
“That's because Mas Bima cheated. The time of being a writer does not say the same to me?”
“If I say his name is not a surprise. You're not disappointed that I'm the Mysterious Writer?”
"There really is a feeling. Just doubt, since when did Mas Bima write the novel? As far as boro-boro is concerned, read rarely. Mas Bima I want it how can you make a novel like that anyway? You wrote it last year, while the incident I left married Bastian just aja.”
“Actually I have a special advantage of being able to know what has not happened.”
“Jeez, Mas Bima lo kok sinter really hide the secrets of my ma. Now tell me what other secrets are hiding from me. No lies between us!”
If I had confessed to Risma about my identity as a writer, now is the time to confess my feelings to her. Suddenly my tongue was muddled, not a single word made it out of my mouth. I scratched my head at the bottom of the back. Saying love is as easy as you think.
Before the words came out of my mouth, I applauded. Rizky appeared with the music team.
I will always love u
Rizky started singing. I purposely asked him to sing a Purple song called You One. Besides Purple is Risma's favorite band, the song Dirimu Satu in my eyes is the most romantic song among the other Purple songs.
“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Yes, God send out my words to express love to him.” I pray first.
“There's one more secret that I've been hiding to you for these ten years. I love you, Risma.”
Miraculously, the sentence came out of my mouth. Perhaps because of the power of prayer. Risma's eyes made, as if she couldn't believe what I said. He touched my head. “Mas Bima lo again hurts huh?”
I shook Risma's hand and put her hand on my chest. “I'm serious Risma. Listen to the voice of my heart that keeps calling your name.”
“If you love me, why not say from ten years ago anyway?”
“Eight years ago I had the intention to express love to you, it turns out I was late. You've found your angel. The angel who can always make you happy, your angel is named Bastian.”
I stopped for a moment while breathing first. “Now Bastian has gone can I be your angel? An angel who can heal your heartache and keep your life for the rest of my life. Risma, Will you marry me?”
“Eight years ago I did consider Bastian my angel, now my heart is aware my angel is you.”
“So you want to marry me?”
“Of course.”
“Ciyeee .. who finished the application. When is the wedding?” said Felis who suddenly appeared from behind the tree. Not only was there Felis, there was also Papa, Mama and Risma's parents. They all throw in a dirty smile.
“Felis, Papa, Maama, om and aunt since when did you guys stand there?”
“Since from earlier?”
“Kok I don't see you guys anyway?”
Risma's papa winked a prickly eye. “Yes, we are invisible. You guys are having fun again. The world belongs to you both. Bima, om did not expect it turns out you are a very brave romantic guy proposing to Om's child in this place."
“Forced, Om. If not, when will I try again? Ntar existing Risma taken another guy again.”
“Om Raihan, Aunt Ika, Papa, Mama, you guys approve if I marry Bima?” ask Risma.
“Of course. In fact we plan to match you both,” said both my parents and both Risma's parents simultaneously.
“Well, the two families have been mutually mretui By the way anyway busway when nih determine the wedding date of Risma and Mas Bima?”
“When? I am ready too. Hahaha.”
"Yeee ... Have you been very tired?"
"Haha."
Everybody laugh.
Patience is always sweet. Ten years of patience waiting for Risma to love me, finally what she wants is realized today. This was certainly done through God's intervention.
***
“Oh so that's your friendship story?” ask Taufiq when I'm done telling the story.
“Iya, Sir.”
“As long as you are in the position of Felisia there is absolutely no confiding that she has problems or fights with people?”
I answered him with a soft slack.
“OK. Do you know who the guy Felis likes?”
“At first I didn't know, but I finally did. The guy Felis loves is my husband.”
“How did you react to knowing your best friend loved your husband?”
“Ya I am angry. I could forgive Felis. Felis also said I married Bima.”
“Last question, when did you meet Sister Felis?”
“Pas on my wedding day. That's why I was shocked the night Felis killed himself. Hiks.” My tears come out on their own. Remembering my beloved friend so quickly picked up by God. I took
“Integration is enough to get here. Thank you for your time. If you have any additional information, please do not hesitate to let us know. We'll step back, good afternoon!”
Detective Tiga Serangkai passed. I'm breathing a little relieved. However, not entirely relieved. Until Felis' death is revealed.
